<?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-9830251</id><updated>2012-02-05T14:43:57.527-06:00</updated><category term='ou'/><category term='rotc'/><title type='text'>Swivel Writing</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts, musings, life lessons, and perhaps an occasional soap box.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</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>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830251.post-787913698069096328</id><published>2012-02-05T09:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T10:47:01.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Where Have All the Good Men Gone?"</title><content type='html'>I was listening to the radio the other day and a song sung by Frou Frou came on entitled, "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XrN5mAbjsGo"&gt;Holding Out for a Hero&lt;/a&gt;" and it dawned on me, where are all the good men, moreover, where are the values, and characteristics that you find in said men? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up on a solid dose of cartoons, Batman, Superman, Spiderman, and even Gargoyles. What did all of these men and creatures share in common? Integrity, character, the desire and purpose to defend and protect the weak and innocent. Superman himself was the symbol of "Truth, Justice, and the American way". He's been the depiction of said symbols since 1938. And we all know Uncle Ben's line from Spiderman, "With great power comes great responsibility." He, Batman, aka the Caped Crusader, and even the Gargoyles stood for what was right and good in this world. Protecting, serving, and seeking out all the injustice in the world. So... where are those Heros now? What do we see in the media today? Tai Chi Chasers, Yu Gi Oh and its spin offs, pokemon? Cards and Chi, Electronic battles, Spongebob?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my cartoon indoctrination, the next non family/friend source was college. I've seen it at nearly every college, "The school values". Each school has them, something like, "integrity, fairness, respect, and responsibility" no doubt. Then if you're willing, the military. Here you have the LDRSHIP Values: Loyalty, Duty, Respect, Selfless Service, Honor, Integrity, and Personal Courage. But by this time, isn't it perhaps a little too late to try "teaching" these traits? Shouldn't most people at this time be exemplifying these traits rather than learning them? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least in my own point of view, I've noticed a severe propensity for people to do what they want when they want, despite what's required of them. Get what they want with no down time and no consequences. I grew up with the adage, "We do the things we don't want to, so that we can do the things that we do." But now I see most with a, "Why do today, what I can put off till tomorrow" mindset. Many of the men I see around me lack a self discipline as well as a level of personal courage to do what they know to be right; to stand up, speak out, act out, shout out, when they are needed most. I don't know if the cause is public pressure, scrutiny, apathy, the fear of what others think, because they don't know what's right, or because they've had their testicles removed. Whatever the case may be, it needs to change. We need to bring back the best cartoons, bring back the backbone, bring back the will and desire to do good by others and ultimately wake up from our emasculated state.&lt;br /&gt;*Soap box finished*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-787913698069096328?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/787913698069096328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=787913698069096328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/787913698069096328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/787913698069096328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2012/02/where-have-all-good-men-gone.html' title='&quot;Where Have All the Good Men Gone?&quot;'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</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-9830251.post-1493673359478798409</id><published>2012-01-07T19:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T20:02:14.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret of Wait</title><content type='html'>This was a poem shared by a family friend. May it bless all of you as it did me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Secret of Wait&lt;br /&gt;Scripture: Psalm 40:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Desperately, helplessly, longingly I cried;&lt;br /&gt;Quietly, patiently, lovingly God replied.&lt;br /&gt;I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate,&lt;br /&gt;And the Master so gently, said, "Child, you must wait."&lt;br /&gt;My future and all to which I relate,&lt;br /&gt;Hangs in the balance, and you tell me to WAIT&lt;br /&gt;I'm needing a "yes," a go-ahead sign,&lt;br /&gt;Or a "no," to which I then can resign.&lt;br /&gt;And, Lord, you promised that if we believe,&lt;br /&gt;We need but to ask, and we shall receive.&lt;br /&gt;And, Lord, I've been asking, and this is my cry,&lt;br /&gt;I'm weary of asking, I need a reply!&lt;br /&gt;Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate;&lt;br /&gt;As my Master replied, once again, "You must wait."&lt;br /&gt;So, I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut&lt;br /&gt;And grumbled to God, "So I'm waiting... for what?"&lt;br /&gt;He seemed then to kneel, and His eyes wept with mine,&lt;br /&gt;And He tenderly said, "I could give you a sign."&lt;br /&gt;I could shake the heavens and darken the sun,&lt;br /&gt;I could raise the dead and cause the mountains to run.&lt;br /&gt;All you seek I could give and pleased you would be.&lt;br /&gt;You would have what you want, but you would not know Me.&lt;br /&gt;You'd not know the depth of My love for each saint.&lt;br /&gt;You'd not know the power that I give to the faint.&lt;br /&gt;You'd not learn to see through the clouds of despair,&lt;br /&gt;You'd not learn to trust by knowing I'm there.&lt;br /&gt;You'd not know the joy of resting in Me,&lt;br /&gt;When darkness and silence were all you could see&lt;br /&gt;You'd never experience that fullness of love,&lt;br /&gt;As the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove.&lt;br /&gt;The glow of My comfort, late into the night,&lt;br /&gt;The faith that I give when you walk without sight.&lt;br /&gt;The depth that's beyond getting just what you asked,&lt;br /&gt;Of an infinite God, who makes what you have, last.&lt;br /&gt;You'd never know, should your pain quickly flee,&lt;br /&gt;What it means that "My grace is sufficient for thee."&lt;br /&gt;Yes, your dreams for your loved ones, overnight would come true,&lt;br /&gt;But, oh, the loss if I lost, what I'm doing in you!&lt;br /&gt;So, be silent, My child, and in time you will see,&lt;br /&gt;That the greatest of gifts is to get to know Me.&lt;br /&gt;And though oft' My answers seem terribly late,&lt;br /&gt;My most precious answer of all is still WAIT.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Russell Kelfer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-1493673359478798409?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/1493673359478798409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=1493673359478798409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/1493673359478798409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/1493673359478798409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2012/01/secret-of-wait.html' title='The Secret of Wait'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</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-9830251.post-5425612953925072447</id><published>2011-10-09T14:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T14:40:54.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Danger Everywhere</title><content type='html'>Recently my class and I were put out into the field for a training course. Before the course began we were given a safety brief.&lt;br /&gt;Instructor: &lt;blockquote&gt;"Alright class, here's the down low, everything out here will kill you or injure you. First, there are rattle snakes out here, if you hear them, merely go around them at a safe distance. Next, there is a cougar, she has two cubs. If you see her, don't run, don't turn around. Just maintain contact, and very slowly back away and she shouldn't bother you. Last class saw two brown bears out here. They are in the course area. If you see them, act bigger then you are and that should scare them off, if you find yourself being batted around, play dead, if they start eating you, fight for your life... Coyotes are your next concern, the four legged kind aren't going to bother you but you will hear the two legged kind on your radios. Don't go into the mountains, it's one of their favorite crossing areas. OH! and the trees, that kind over there, there, and there? Those have barbs which can stick up to an inch into your skin which we'll have to cut out. Also, watch where you lay down, the ants and scorpions are not your friends. Long story short, just about everything out here can kill you."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: &lt;blockquote&gt;"Good grief, is there anything else? Chupacabras perhaps?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-5425612953925072447?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5425612953925072447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=5425612953925072447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/5425612953925072447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/5425612953925072447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2011/10/danger-everywhere.html' title='Danger Everywhere'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</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-9830251.post-7198693372956755292</id><published>2011-10-02T22:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T22:57:45.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>C2H5OH and Temperance</title><content type='html'>I recently was given a book to slowly peruse titled, "The Quotable Founding Fathers." It is from such book that I have finally decided to give up any form of alcohol for the time being. I have thought about this for quite some time and even though I do not believe that alcohol is a bad thing in moderation I find myself with numerous reasons to test its absence in my life. For instance, Washington Irving wrote in the "Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon" in 1820 that, "They who drink beer will think beer." I have found that for many people I watch who drink excessively, their primary thought towards a weekend is when and where and what to drink. I have found myself wanting more and more to hold both thoughts and actions captive and focus more on developing myself deeper emotionally, physically and mentally. To be intentional in my actions and thoughts ultimately. &lt;br /&gt;Beyond this general idea, I find myself in Arizona for several months. The weather is very arid and the altitude higher than I'm used to. Ultimately, I enjoy the idea of not having to excessively rehydrate to counteract the dehydrating effects of C2H5OH. Either way, at minimum, I will not drink anything more until I finish training and leave Arizona.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-7198693372956755292?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/7198693372956755292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=7198693372956755292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/7198693372956755292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/7198693372956755292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2011/10/c2h5oh-and-temperance.html' title='C2H5OH and Temperance'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</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-9830251.post-8290107285024868095</id><published>2011-07-11T07:57:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T14:23:37.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>I've been contemplating a "see in your lifetime" list of places in the US. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wallpaperweb.org/wallpaper/nature/1600x1200/White_Sands_National__Monument_New_Mexico.jpg"&gt;White Sands, New Mexico&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://trip.worldtravellist.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/Maine-Lighthouse.jpg"&gt;The Maine Coast, Maine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://terragalleria.com/images/us-ne/C3_30240.jpeg"&gt;The North Woods, Maine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jaimemartorano.com/img/v9/p248183552-3.jpg"&gt;Squam Lakes, New Hampshire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vtfpr.org/resource/foliage/images/stowebrushhill1_001.jpg"&gt;Stowe, Vermont&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://davidderrick.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/old_north_bridge_concord_massachusetts.jpg"&gt;Concord, Massachusetts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.wallpaperstock.net:81/block-island-wallpapers_3716_1600.jpg"&gt;Block Island, Rhode Island&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2249/3543063622_e078535e13.jpg"&gt;Mystic, Connecticut&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_apTf63ffIlg/S69sIdq21gI/AAAAAAAAA28/WaIQ-zOG9ws/s640/niagara_falls_3.jpg"&gt;Niagara Falls, New York&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wayfaring.info/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/The-Cloisters-1.jpg"&gt;The Cloisters, New York&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.edvatza.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/1002_LongwoodGardensHDR_004-Edit-Edit.jpg"&gt;Longwood Gardens, Pennsylvania&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;a href="http://img.fotocommunity.com/Mid-Atlantics/Pennsylvania/Longwood-Gardens-Kennett-Square-Pennsylvania-a17937723.jpg"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geraldbrimacombe.com/Architecture/PA%20-%20Falling%20Water%203.jpg"&gt;Falling Water, Pennsylvania&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxtravelandtours.com/New%20Folder/assets/washington%207.jpg"&gt;Washington, D.C.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.panoramio.com/photos/original/13871119.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outer Banks, North Carolina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.motherofalltrips.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/Seashells-on-Sanibel-Island-Florida-450x337.jpg"&gt;Sanibel Island, Florida&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI4Lx5Ceyok/Ta42dvJm9cI/AAAAAAAAFWc/AXU6X1gvSFA/s1600/59_Florida_Keys_Largo_USA_freenature_landscapes_ocean_computerdesktopwallpaper_l.jpg"&gt;Florida Keys, Florida&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://c0278592.cdn.cloudfiles.rackspacecloud.com/original/102872.jpg"&gt;Mark Twain National Forest, Missouri&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mycollegeroadtrip.com/fpss/slideshows/term-64-ss/images/french_quarter_new_orleans_lousiana.jpg"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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(So close to it while in WA, but not close enough)&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://craigssite.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/craigslistseattle.jpg"&gt;Seattle, Washington&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/s&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bryanjphotography.com/galleries/Landscapes/slides/Multnomah-Falls.jpg"&gt;Multnomah Falls, Oregon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mcmanuslab.ucsf.edu/sites/default/files/imagepicker/m/mmcmanus/san-francisco.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Francisco, California&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://john1701a.com/prius/owners/bill-t_Yosemite-Valley.jpg"&gt;Yosemite, California&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://worldtravelandtours.com/images/BPAT/04.jpg"&gt;Kilauea, Hawaii&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/1pPWaJvdsqo73eetVQOH8Huko1_400.jpg"&gt;The Na Pali Coast, Hawaii&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nvcharters.com/wp-content/gallery/us-virgin-islands/trunk-bay_virgin-islands.jpg"&gt;St. John, U.S. Virgin Islands&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-8290107285024868095?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/8290107285024868095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=8290107285024868095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/8290107285024868095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/8290107285024868095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2011/07/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</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-9830251.post-5764653870475267060</id><published>2011-05-30T19:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T20:32:08.594-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Frontiers and New Limits</title><content type='html'>I have recently been thinking about "To Do" lists and how beneficial they can be. I also recognize that most people go through a day without a goal or idea of what should be accomplished. This isn't necessarily a bad way to live, but I would rather take advantage of every second, to exploit every moment. I want to grow through life rather than go through it. So here it is folks, a list of goals which I want to accomplish. I will continue updating and adding to it as I go. This is my life's proverbial "Bucket List."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Physical:&lt;br /&gt;Run 20 miles a week&lt;br /&gt;Run a half marathon&lt;br /&gt;Run a 11:30 min 2 mil&lt;br /&gt;Have a resting heart rate 65 bpm or lower&lt;br /&gt;Score a 300 on my APFT - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Completed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;500 flutter kicks (triple count)&lt;br /&gt;500 overhead arm claps (triple count)&lt;br /&gt;Hang &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://blogs.reuters.com/oddly-enough/files/2008/04/parkour-360.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://blogs.reuters.com/oddly-enough/2008/04/21/the-flawless-diamond-caper/&amp;amp;usg=__ST53vEVqz5ubPW1iFA_0s7ByBMU=&amp;amp;h=240&amp;amp;w=360&amp;amp;sz=45&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=19&amp;amp;sig2=QyBfEV6ua5DjKVlqZ26gQw&amp;amp;zoom=1&amp;amp;tbnid=ktKzuSuJSqdBRM:&amp;amp;tbnh=127&amp;amp;tbnw=180&amp;amp;ei=sz3kTam_MsLLgQeM7Iy7Bg&amp;amp;prev=/search%3Fq%3Dstreet%2Bparkour%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official%26biw%3D1024%26bih%3D436%26tbm%3Disch&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;itbs=1&amp;amp;iact=hc&amp;amp;vpx=652&amp;amp;vpy=118&amp;amp;dur=2433&amp;amp;hovh=183&amp;amp;hovw=275&amp;amp;tx=87&amp;amp;ty=77&amp;amp;page=3&amp;amp;ndsp=10&amp;amp;ved=1t:429,r:3,s:19&amp;amp;biw=1024&amp;amp;bih=436"&gt;sideways&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit 200lbs body weight, with no more than 6% body fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cultural/Societal:&lt;br /&gt;Learn German&lt;br /&gt;Learn Italian&lt;br /&gt;Learn 20 recipes for memory&lt;br /&gt;Learn an entire Piano Concerto&lt;br /&gt;Compose either a harp or piano piece&lt;br /&gt;Learn to play guitar (more transportable than harp/piano)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual:&lt;br /&gt;Memorize the books of the Bible&lt;br /&gt;Memorize a Chapter from Psalms&lt;br /&gt;Memorize a Chapter from the Gospels&lt;br /&gt;Heal the sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mental:&lt;br /&gt;Write a min of 550 letters&lt;br /&gt;Become adapted to no more than 6 hours of sleep a night.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Completed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additional categories should be added later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-5764653870475267060?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5764653870475267060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=5764653870475267060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/5764653870475267060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/5764653870475267060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-frontiers-and-new-limits.html' title='New Frontiers and New Limits'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</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-9830251.post-2284550063366689274</id><published>2011-01-05T16:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T16:59:54.351-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Marvelous</title><content type='html'>I have for a long time wanted to be the outdoorsie type of person, adventuring, exploring, learning, experiencing. I always thought this personification of self would occur at some climatic outdoor trip, that I would just... dissolve into said idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It dawned me today after reading several random quotes I found that so many of us are just waiting for our life to happen. Life will happen, but not the life that we so long and pine for, the life that we hope and dream to live, only life in general will happen, and it will pass us by in a blur. I then realized that we don't remember days, but rather, moments. Jerry Spinelli once wrote, &lt;blockquote&gt;"Live today, not yesterday, not tomorrow. Just today, inhabit your moments. Don't rent them out to tomorrow."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the spirit of adventure, I donned my vibram toe shoes and decided to seize the day. After trekking through unpleasant terrain I came across a river I occasionally run by. I followed it hoping to cross. Finally I came to a side gully that fed into it with minimal water flowing. It was here I started my marvelous day. Hopping down onto a small sand bar, I immediately sunk into icy cold water and mud. After following this inlet to the stream I hopped over several rocks and explored the sand/rock bar. Looking around I saw a great deal of ice still frozen around the sand. I decided to experience two miracles at once and walked on water, which by the sheer odd nature of it being polar allows it to freeze. It was there that I stood on a thin sheet of ice and watched as a minnow darted to and fro beneath that layer and me. With my feet beginning to numb I opted to hightail it back to my room, post this and now I shall go and fix my favorite spicy ramen thanks to the provision made by my eldest bro Kurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an exciting start to an exciting change of mind. Absolutely marvelous...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-2284550063366689274?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/2284550063366689274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=2284550063366689274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/2284550063366689274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/2284550063366689274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2011/01/marvelous.html' title='Marvelous'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</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-9830251.post-301222615593538521</id><published>2010-11-12T02:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T02:37:24.231-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart</title><content type='html'>I was payed a high compliment awhile back and it stuck deep in my heart. This compliment was payed by an old family friend which until recently had only been around me until I was nine years old. Twelve years later I was blessed with the opportunity to come in contact with him again. During the few days of interaction with him my demeanor had apparently so impressed him, that he started speaking of his grand daughter. Ultimately the compliment payed to me was that he hoped one day his grand daughter might meet a young man like me. This encouraged and blessed me greatly. Although I do not believe I am yet such a man, I believe as I continue seeking after God that I will one day become such a man. A man I imagine with character absolute and values strong and true, able to offer a helping hand at any time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This began a thought, this thought turned into a musing, this musing became an idea, and that idea bloomed into the hope of what the converse might be. What might this woman look like, what values and virtues might she hold? So I asked God, "What would she be like?" To my mind he reminded me of two ideas, one a quote, the other a desire. The first of which, is that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;She be so lost in God, that I must seek Him to find her. The second, That she loves God more than she loves me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps one stipulates the other, I don't know. What I do know, and hope, and pray for, is that one day I might meet that young woman who was told, "I hope my grandson might meet a young woman like you some day."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-301222615593538521?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/301222615593538521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=301222615593538521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/301222615593538521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/301222615593538521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-heart.html' title='My Heart'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</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-9830251.post-4802841915447501465</id><published>2010-06-13T14:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T14:40:34.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LDAC and Air Assault</title><content type='html'>I will be gone for the majority of this Summer. I will be up at Ft. Lewis, Washington and then Ft. Knox, Kentucky until July 31st. I am without a phone during this time. If you would like to get ahold of me my address for the first 30 days (14June-12July) will be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Stephan K McKee&lt;br /&gt;ROTC Warrior Forge&lt;br /&gt;1st Regiment&lt;br /&gt;Box 339543&lt;br /&gt;Ft. Lewis, WA 98433-9543&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-4802841915447501465?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/4802841915447501465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=4802841915447501465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/4802841915447501465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/4802841915447501465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2010/06/ldac-and-air-assault.html' title='LDAC and Air Assault'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</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-9830251.post-7637894423744855913</id><published>2010-05-30T22:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T00:09:21.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude</title><content type='html'>Friday, eight thirty in the morning. 2 mile run for my diagnostic physical fitness test with the OU Army ROTC. My normal time is 12:20. My time that morning? 14:25. 13 minutes is the max. As you might figure out, I was very displeased and dissatisfied. Running post-dawn is one of my least favorite activities. Heat and humidity are not my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at this that I remembered a lesson I learned several months ago while reading the book "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/How_to_Win_Friends_and_Influence_People"&gt;How to Win and Influence People&lt;/a&gt;" by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dale_Carnegie"&gt;Dale Carnegie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Which on a side note I highly recommend for every individual, it is an indispensable read.) &lt;/span&gt; What is this lesson you might ask? It is simply the idea that, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Attitude creates action, but when attitude is inadequate, forced action will create attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply put, my attitude was that running in humidity and heat is a pain. As a result, my action suffered. So I forced the action by running a mile every hour on the hour from nine in the morning till 2 in the afternoon. I have been enjoying the weather more and am finding running in the heat is easier now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This idea of attitude is applicable in many circumstances. For instance, if an individual is having a difficulty with complaining or depression, turn on some worship music and just begin thanking God and praising Him for all that He has done. Continue until your attitude reflects your actions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, when was the last time we as individuals have thanked our Heavenly Father or even our parents for what they've done for us? Just last year I recall thanking my dad for my bike. I use it on a continual basis and it has brought me great joy. It was given to me over 8 years ago... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Stop&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Look around right now at everything you have, your family, friends, possessions, capabilities, do you still appreciate them? As cliche as it may be, your situation could always be worse, look around to our surrounding nations, look at &lt;a href="http://www.americainfra.com/media/media-news/news-thumb/100114/haiti.jpg"&gt;Haiti&lt;/a&gt;, look at the &lt;a href="http://stateofthenation.ca/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/mumbai.jpg"&gt;slums in India&lt;/a&gt;, look at the &lt;a href="http://www.asianews.it/files/img/CHINA_-_Falungong_persecution.jpg"&gt;persecution&lt;/a&gt; in China, we have it made. Let's show some appreciation for anything and everything shall we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-7637894423744855913?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/7637894423744855913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=7637894423744855913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/7637894423744855913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/7637894423744855913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2010/05/attitude.html' title='Attitude'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</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-9830251.post-5440694561093748386</id><published>2010-05-25T01:12:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T20:48:11.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Renewal</title><content type='html'>So, after a hiatus of a couple of years I have decided to revive the 'ol blog. It's been quite some time with many new lessons learned and situations dealt with but I believe I've come out ahead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly likely I will use this forum as a means to convey what's currently occurring in my live as well as what I might be learning or have figured out. I would like to encourage feedback as well as meaningful discussion. As I've looked back at past posts from high school I've found many comments and posts to be mainly mindless chatter and quips of silliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to begin this renewal as something fresh here is something that I was musing over earlier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking discussing some ideas with a close mentor of mine and found myself in a conversation which requested prayer. As the day continued the topic of discussion persisted in my mind and I started praying. But as I began praying I wasn't broaching the topic that required prayer, instead I was just generally praying. Now please don't misunderstand, I do believe that prayer should not jump directly to what we want but should always begin with humbling ourselves before the Lord and thanking and praising Him for all that He's done. A grateful heart no matter the circumstance always sets the tone well. However, I found myself with a mindset that I needed to spend several days praying and speaking with God before I even brought the topic of discussion up. In my mind I had somehow justified the idea of performance. The notion that I had to "get closer" before He would answer a prayer of greater "depth". Aka, I had to spend X amount of time and umpty ump amount of non-topic specific prayer before I could approach the idea. As soon as I recognized this I laughed at the concept that my prayer was supposedly merit based. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in this light I would encourage all of you to not tarry in whatever thing you need answered as God is always and immediately ready to listen and respond to you. You are, after all, a beloved child of His which He sacrificed his own son for. If that doesn't reflect the gravity of His feeling towards you then you may want to spend some time pondering on the idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-5440694561093748386?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5440694561093748386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=5440694561093748386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/5440694561093748386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/5440694561093748386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2010/05/renewal.html' title='Renewal'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</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-9830251.post-949652567331804724</id><published>2008-01-21T23:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T23:39:26.541-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Wreck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_z8kX2kFyEmY/R5WBcXhPkwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BOIRIJMXooE/s1600-h/n503509966_188342_1828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_z8kX2kFyEmY/R5WBcnhPkzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/JoJrOh-9m3w/s320/n503509966_188347_3172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158171276867506994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_z8kX2kFyEmY/R5WBcnhPk0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/sEhXpr62tPg/s1600-h/n503509966_188349_3685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_z8kX2kFyEmY/R5WBcnhPk0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/sEhXpr62tPg/s320/n503509966_188349_3685.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158171276867507010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_z8kX2kFyEmY/R5WBTHhPkvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bzxxCwXPMko/s1600-h/n503509966_188340_1351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_z8kX2kFyEmY/R5WBTHhPkvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bzxxCwXPMko/s320/n503509966_188340_1351.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158171113658749682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-949652567331804724?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/949652567331804724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=949652567331804724' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/949652567331804724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/949652567331804724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2008/01/car-wreck.html' title='Car Wreck'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_z8kX2kFyEmY/R5WBcXhPkwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BOIRIJMXooE/s72-c/n503509966_188342_1828.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830251.post-3090607047871007584</id><published>2007-03-05T22:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T22:45:10.384-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncertainty</title><content type='html'>So several weeks ago, more than a month in fact I went up to Mizzou to apply for an Army ROTC scholarship. After being told that I had a very competitive application I was told they would make their choice by the 26th of Jan....Needless to say, it's been more than a month. My prayers  were always for God to close the door if I wasn't supposed to go the way of Army. But to keep the door open and let everything go smoothly if I was. After thinking that too much time had passed and a settled spirit about not doing the ROTC program, I have received a letter. I am approved for the Army ROTC 4 year scholarship. If I so choose to except I will, starting my sophomore year, be obligated to serve 8 years after I graduate. 4 years active duty, and 4 non-active. I've told people I thought this a good idea because nowadays I would build many student loans up and take several years to pay them off. Or I could go the way of the Army, have all my tuition paid for, and have a job as soon as I graduate. The issue is still convincing myself of that.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I opened the letter and found to my suprise that I was accepted I thought, I'll fast all day tomorrow and really settle down and pray about it, making sure it's God's will.....One problem with that. Many times, although most people don't realize it, prayer can be a hinderance. It can get in the way when God has already told you yes. It acts as a blockade.(I'll elaborate if anyone would like) Many times we're wanting God to lay everything out for us to see, to know everything before we take a step forward. Most of the time God wants us to step out not knowing everything, and in that initial moment we're relying entirely on Him.&lt;br /&gt;I'm willing to step forward. Nervously yet calm I plan to attend Westminster on a Army ROTC 4 year scholarship. You could say, "I'm stepping with certainty into the uncertain."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-3090607047871007584?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3090607047871007584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=3090607047871007584' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/3090607047871007584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/3090607047871007584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2007/03/uncertainty.html' title='Uncertainty'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830251.post-9095798166350434112</id><published>2007-01-24T18:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T10:14:01.438-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes w/Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Mom: "Stephan, do you want some salad?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Salad? What in the world are you talking about?!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: @Dad: "I think mom's got the food pyramid all messed up."&lt;br /&gt;Dad:  "Yeah?"&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Meat is on top, followed by sugar and salt. After that, meat, meat, meat, styrofoam, and finally 'vegetables, as few a possible'"&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Well you know in the Bible Daniel ate vegetables.."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "AND LOOK where it got him! He was thrown into the lion's den!"&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "He didn't get eaten though"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "OF COURSE NOT, all he had been eating was vegetables!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-9095798166350434112?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/9095798166350434112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=9095798166350434112' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/9095798166350434112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/9095798166350434112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2007/01/quotes-wmom.html' title='Quotes w/Mom'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</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>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830251.post-4865513321481952192</id><published>2007-01-23T21:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T21:59:29.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes w/Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Me: @ mom, "I'm pretty sure dad is the one who did it."&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "What are we talking about?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Not much, I'm just blaming you for something that you have no knowledge about."&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Gee, thanks.  What are dads good for after all I guess..."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Taking the fall for their sons no doubt. It's repayment after all."&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Oh, how so?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well we had a pretty big fall from the tree. Newton wasn't kind to us at all."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-4865513321481952192?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/4865513321481952192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=4865513321481952192' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/4865513321481952192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/4865513321481952192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2007/01/quotes-wdad.html' title='Quotes w/Dad'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830251.post-1669046167733029871</id><published>2007-01-07T19:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T19:43:29.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting at the computer right now. I'm sure some of you were able to come to that conclusion fairly well. Others, well you know who you are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, maybe this post will actually receive some comments because of it's topic. You see right now, I have this weird feelings. I don't know how to explain it, but it just feels like it's going to tear me in half. I've been feeling this way for the better part of the afternoon and evening and don't know what's causing it, or how to get rid of it. I don't even know if I want to get rid of it. All I know is that it feels like I'm missing something, something key. It's like a mix between being pulled, and a longing or pining for something. I have an idea as I write this, what it might be, but I'd like to know what you; my rare, and select readers, think it is. Do any of you know what I'm talking about? Have you ever had such a feeling, or one you think is similar? What were you doing that it happened to you, and how did you resolve it? Did you just ignore it the best you could and let it dismiss itself, or was there something that helped?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you see me in the next couple of days, I might be torn in two. But maybe that's it. Two, two sides of me. Could it be that? There are so many different opposing pairs out there. Could one of them explain what I'm feeling? Yen and Yang, Good and Evil, Flesh and Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh for an ounce of insight, or maybe a liter. Any would be nice. (yes I'm aware that I changed units 'ounce' to 'liter')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-1669046167733029871?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/1669046167733029871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=1669046167733029871' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/1669046167733029871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/1669046167733029871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2007/01/mystery.html' title='Mystery'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830251.post-7559736480863563657</id><published>2006-12-18T15:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T01:19:16.819-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Break</title><content type='html'>The semester is finally over and I'm sure most of us agree; we're glad for Christmas break. It's a time of get-to-gethers and running around.  Many of us will be going on vacation to visit family, others spending time shopping. However this is the time of year that many Christians are constantly reminded about making sure we don't forget what this season is really about. Jesus Christ and his birth. We will hear this message from our pastors on Sunday morning, we will hear it from Christmas Eve services. We'll hear it from Christmas musicals/plays. Being told time after time seems to make the message redundant. Why is it that everytime we sit and are told this message we hear, but don't listen? Do any of us purposefully dictate our time in any way to praise and thank our God? Do we prioritize our schedule so that we make sure to turn our eyes to our heavenly Father? How many of us actually listen to what's being said and make a concious decision to dedicate some of our "precious" Christmas break? This Christmas I'm going to make changes. I can only hope and pray that you will as well make this time about Christ. Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-7559736480863563657?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/7559736480863563657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=7559736480863563657' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/7559736480863563657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/7559736480863563657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-break.html' title='Christmas Break'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830251.post-116426221622149817</id><published>2006-11-22T23:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T13:06:00.869-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rotc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ou'/><title type='text'>Sooner Saturday</title><content type='html'>So this past Saturday I went to the OU sponsored "Sooner Saturday." This is where a prospective highschool senior goes to find out what OU offers. Throughout the entire day he get to tour everything from the rooms to the cafeteria and everything in between. I went around and visited the Army ROTC (reserve officer training core) I talked with a Captain there, and that was slightly helpful. He invited me to come out and see and maybe partake in the drilling they go through. Just to see if I like it. He also said I could try out some of their other stuff. I.e. Paintball. Honestly I think that'd be great. Get to play paintball with Army officers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that I visited the Health and Science building. During that time I went down to a certain field, I don't remember the name of it right now, but I had my body fat percentage measured. Somehow at the end of that test the guy in charge asked if I wanted to do this semi-regularly. I asked what I'd be doing, and he said basically I'd have my bone density measured and bfp (body fat percentage) measured, because during htis time most guys testorone levels rise and they're able to put on mass and muscle more easily. I'd would also be running basically until my legs gave out. The purpose of that would be seeing how good my endurance and lung capacity is. Also how good of shape I'm in. In other words people, I have reached my life's goal. I am offically a lab rat! W00T!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't really know where I'm going to college. I've been told by some people that I better not go out of state, but honestly if that's where God wants me to go then I figure I'd better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-116426221622149817?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/116426221622149817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=116426221622149817' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/116426221622149817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/116426221622149817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2006/11/sooner-saturday.html' title='Sooner Saturday'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830251.post-116305018143104033</id><published>2006-11-08T23:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T23:29:41.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>bleh</title><content type='html'>So my thoughts are jumbled and I don't really feel like blogging but I'll put a few quotes that have provoked some thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Esse quam videri&lt;br /&gt;(To be, rather than to appear)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;No man, for any considerable period of time, can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the truth.&lt;br /&gt;-Nathaniel Hawthorne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two quotes remind of the song by Switchfoot, "Are you who you wanna be?"&lt;br /&gt;Better yet are you who God wants you to be?&lt;br /&gt;As Frederick Buechner says,&lt;blockquote&gt;"The place where God calls you is the place where your deep gladness and the world's deep hunger meet."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you found what God wants you to be? What you enjoy doing? What you're good at? Those questions remind me of a story I heard about a body builder. He was standing before a judge and flexed. To which the judge replied non-chalantly, "what do you use all those muscles for?" The body builder looked confused, but decided the judge must not have realized, so he flexed a magnifient pose again, and the crowd roared. But again the judge spoke, "I see all the muscle and it's alot, but &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; do you use it for? Three times he asked this question, the body builder had no idea what he used it for. &lt;br /&gt;I find that this story is trying to get people to realize what their talents are, what skills they have, and then find how they can best utilize it. After all God has made each and everyone of us special, and do we not have a specific purpose that God made us for? Aren't we each a part of the body of Christ?&lt;br /&gt;So in ending, Are you who you want to be? Are you the person God means for you to be? I know it's a struggle to find out, but isn't it worth it to find your place? Bruce Cockburn said it perfectly.&lt;blockquote&gt; "Nothing, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;, worth having comes without some kind of fight. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-116305018143104033?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/116305018143104033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=116305018143104033' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/116305018143104033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/116305018143104033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2006/11/bleh.html' title='bleh'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830251.post-115138519797118330</id><published>2006-06-27T00:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T00:13:17.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deepest Fear</title><content type='html'>"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, "Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous" Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be uplifted and make a change in your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-115138519797118330?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/115138519797118330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=115138519797118330' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/115138519797118330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/115138519797118330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2006/06/deepest-fear.html' title='Deepest Fear'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830251.post-114947392223930550</id><published>2006-06-04T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T21:24:14.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reviving</title><content type='html'>ahh finally it's good to be back. For those of you who thought my site was an DNRO then you didn't really know me. Anywho I'm back now I believe. (we'll see if it's true in the next couple of weeks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Choir tour was awesome, though I heard giggling and the word "cute" too many times thanks to all the freshman and second year freshman. We went to L.A. and San Diego, which included Disney Land and Universal Studios. We also went to the USMC (United States Marine Core) that was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;      Got back from tour and had a couple of weeks of relaxation and then went and paged at the capitol for Sen. Cal Hobson. I enjoyed that entire experience and I think everyone should do it at least once. Since I didn't want to commute I stayed up at the capitol at Amerisuites with Dustin M. I came home on Friday afternoon, packed and played games with Dustin. &lt;br /&gt;      First thing the next morning we headed out to Boys State, which is located at NEO in Miami, Oklahoma. That is another experience everyone should try. As long as you participate you'll have fun. At boys state there is something that everyone does. and that is....Marching! Whether we're going to class, chow hall,(meals) or flag raising we march. While marching we sing cadences or aka "jodies." Jodies are rhymes that everyone sings/shouts at the same time to help keep in time. I'll list a couple right now. Schulenberg so you know is the city I was a part of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Stay in step now stay in time&lt;br /&gt;Walk with purpose march with pride&lt;br /&gt;We know it's hot we know it's dry&lt;br /&gt;But always hold our head up high&lt;br /&gt;Schulenberg has got the stuff &lt;br /&gt;We won't back down we will not bluff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless all the men who died&lt;br /&gt;As we march we hold their pride&lt;br /&gt;We are here to honor you&lt;br /&gt;Will keep old Glory flying true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Last but not least, one of my personal favorites.)&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was back on the block&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm out here stompin rock&lt;br /&gt;Good ole' seargent made us march&lt;br /&gt;Til' our moves are crisp with starch&lt;br /&gt;Schulenberg's the place to be&lt;br /&gt;We do it right so follow me&lt;br /&gt;You know that we will be on top&lt;br /&gt;Schulenberg pride won't let us stop.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third rhyme was originally "Haven't seen a girl in days&lt;br /&gt;                                Cept the one washing trays"&lt;br /&gt;But we changed because another city accused us of basing it off one of theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deal with that verse is that on the second day you realize something. There is not a single girl there. There was one that worked there at lunch. That was it. Ergo that rhyme was created. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Anyway that's over now, and it's back to life at home. This Summer is still filled with many things some of which I'll go over.&lt;br /&gt;1. my mom's has checked out the SWCA football team. That's right football, for me to play on. Insane huh?&lt;br /&gt;2. There are multiple volleyball camps I'm considering&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm almost positive that I'm going to start another job, and depending if I like it, I'll turn in my 2 weeks notice at my other job.&lt;br /&gt;4. My brother is going to teach me Trig over the summer on Monday and Thursday nights&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm checking into colleges like everyone else, except one key thing is what ROTC branches they have. It's almost entirely certain that I'm going to join some form of Military. I'm leaning towards Air Force, and Marines. Both of them are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all of you could keep me in your prayers, that God give me wisdom, discernment, and ears to hear His plans for me I'd appreciate it. I'll try and keep you all uptodate. Thank you much, and I'll write more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-114947392223930550?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/114947392223930550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=114947392223930550' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/114947392223930550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/114947392223930550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2006/06/reviving.html' title='Reviving'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</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>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830251.post-114040546039179033</id><published>2006-02-19T21:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T21:17:40.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Offerings</title><content type='html'>First off this is not someothing that I have written. I actually found this online and thought it to be insightful and possibly helpful to many people. I was wanting to post something with meaning, but am failing to come up with something myself. So enjoy and please take heed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;So here's what I want you to do, God helping you: Take your everyday, ordinary life--your sleeping, eating, going-to-work, and walking-around life--and place it before God as an offering.(Romans 12:1)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think about an offering, what do you think about? I know that I tend to think about finding some money that I don't have or some sacrifice, again of something that I really don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is one of the cool things about this verse. God is saying take your ordinary life - yeh - the one that you live. And then Eugene Peterson paints a picture of what this could mean for us. The thing that I think is great is that so often we go through the routines of these things and forget to place these parts of our lives before God. These parts are just as important as the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that I think is interesting is the phrase "with God's help." The reason I think this is interesting is that most of us don't need any help to go through our day to day grind. Ah yes, but we surely do. Isn't it in the daily grind that every aspect of our lives take place. The times of rest and relaxation come few and far between. And when they do come, for most of us it is "our" time - not time to offer a sacrifice to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am challenged by this verse to look for ways in my daily grind to offer my life to God, every part as an offering to God. What do you think this could look like in real life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-114040546039179033?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/114040546039179033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=114040546039179033' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/114040546039179033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/114040546039179033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2006/02/offerings.html' title='Offerings'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830251.post-113124895177710595</id><published>2005-11-25T18:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T18:52:56.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Definition Of Sin</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Sin is, "Whatever weakens your reason, impairs the tenderness of your concience, obscures your sense of God, or takes off the relish of spitiual things; in short, whatever increases the strength and authority of your body over your mind, that thing is sin to you, however innocent it may be in itself.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is Mrs. Wesley's definition of sin to her son John Wesley.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-113124895177710595?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/113124895177710595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=113124895177710595' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/113124895177710595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/113124895177710595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2005/11/definition-of-sin_25.html' title='Definition Of Sin'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</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>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830251.post-113124855302789960</id><published>2005-11-05T21:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T21:42:33.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Anne Graham</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Billy Graham's daughter was interviewed on the Early Show and Jane Clayson asked her "How could God let something like this happen?" (regarding the attacks on Sept. 11).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne Graham gave an extremely profound and insightful response. She said "I believe God is deeply saddened by this, just as we are, but for years we've been telling God to get out of our schools, to get out of our government and to get out of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being the gentleman He is, I believe He has calmly backed out. How can we expect God to give us His blessing and His protection if we demand He leave us alone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light of recent events...terrorists attack, school shootings, etc. I think it started when Madeleine Murray O'Hare (she was murdered, her body found recently) complained she didn't want prayer in our schools, and we said OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then someone said you better not read the Bible in school . the Bible says thou shalt not kill, thou shalt not steal, and love your neighbor as yourself.. And we said OK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Dr. Benjamin Spock said we shouldn't spank our children when they misbehave because their little personalities would be warped and we might damage their self-esteem (Dr. Spock's son committed suicide). We said an expert should know what he's talking about. And we said OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're asking ourselves why our children have no conscience, why they don't know right from wrong, and why it doesn't bother them to kill strangers, their classmates, and themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably, if we think about it long and hard enough, we can figure it out. I think it has a great deal to do with "WE REAP WHAT WE SOW."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell. Funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how you can send 'jokes' through e-mail and they spread like wildfire but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene articles pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion of God is suppressed in the school and workplace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you laughing?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-113124855302789960?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/113124855302789960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=113124855302789960' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/113124855302789960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/113124855302789960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2005/11/anne-graham.html' title='Anne Graham'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</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>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830251.post-113124820326052042</id><published>2005-11-05T21:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T18:03:01.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brave Saint Saturn</title><content type='html'>Album: So Far From Home&lt;br /&gt;Song: Shadow Of Def&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Now sit right back as I bust a "rhyme", &lt;br /&gt;I've got the "freshest" beats and I'm always on time, &lt;br /&gt;I'm the baddest of the best, &lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm the king. &lt;br /&gt;Master of beats and the cross-fader, &lt;br /&gt;I'll cut off your hand just like Darth Vader, &lt;br /&gt;You step to me and you're gonna get "dissed"" homeboy". &lt;br /&gt;Come into my "crib", &lt;br /&gt;Maybe we could "chill", &lt;br /&gt;I might "cap" somebody, &lt;br /&gt;Or kick 'em in the "grill". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;br /&gt;I'm the "DJ" he's the "rapper", &lt;br /&gt;And the "homeboys" try to step, &lt;br /&gt;I'm the "DJ" he's the "rapper", &lt;br /&gt;In the valley of the shadow of "def". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo. Yo, "homeboys" come and "homeboys" go, &lt;br /&gt;But I still kick the "Latin Lingo", &lt;br /&gt;Mi Espanol es no mui bueno. &lt;br /&gt;I'm "stone cold rhymin' "and "spinnin' "on the "wax", &lt;br /&gt;I give the old ladies heart attacks, &lt;br /&gt;'cause I'm "fresh" and "dope" and I'm "dissin' wac MC'S". &lt;br /&gt;I've got all my teeth capped, &lt;br /&gt;Chains to show my wealth, &lt;br /&gt;And I "check myself, &lt;br /&gt;Before I wreck myself." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my name is Frankie T, and I'm here to "talk", &lt;br /&gt;About the meaning of Five Minute Walk. &lt;br /&gt;Some say its "wac", &lt;br /&gt;Some say it's "ill", &lt;br /&gt;Myself, "homeboy", thinks it's pretty "chill". &lt;br /&gt;Turn off the TV, &lt;br /&gt;Put down the phone, &lt;br /&gt;Go talk to "JC" and be alone. &lt;br /&gt;Talk to him five minutes a day, &lt;br /&gt;He won't "wig out" or "give you play", &lt;br /&gt;He will not "dis" you in the end, &lt;br /&gt;In fact "JC's" my "freshest" friend. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-113124820326052042?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/113124820326052042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=113124820326052042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/113124820326052042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/113124820326052042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2005/11/brave-saint-saturn.html' title='Brave Saint Saturn'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</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-9830251.post-112831448627801355</id><published>2005-10-02T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T23:41:42.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Post</title><content type='html'>This is going to be an exceedingly short post. Basically it's for me to show that I'm still alive, and just to let some of you ponder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Your as only as close to God as you dare to be."&lt;/blockquote&gt; Sometimes I only dare to get so close, I'm afraid of getting nearer to God. And I think that many times people only want to be so near to him. (I might add on more thoughts about this later, once I get more insight, and think about it more.)&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts are appreciated&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-112831448627801355?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/112831448627801355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=112831448627801355' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/112831448627801355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/112831448627801355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2005/10/short-post.html' title='Short Post'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830251.post-112451115660800468</id><published>2005-08-19T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T23:12:36.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer/predicament</title><content type='html'>So my brother and I are in Texas, pretty close to Dallas. We're playing at a wedding tomorrow night, and tonight we had a dress rehearsal. First off it's an outdoor wedding, and I now know that I'm not ever going to do one again. It's beautiful weather, except there's just a bit too much wind. So the pages are being blown over. If I use clips to keep it from flipping, then I can't turn the pages. Anyway. Rehearsal is over, Frederick and I got compliments from everyone. The bride said, "I knew it was going to sound good you guys, but I didn't think it was going to be this good." And that right there is a really nice complement.&lt;br /&gt;    We're at the hotel right now, and my mom is still with my dad, back in Norman now, and Frederick called them up. And as he was talking he finds out from my mom that at OU the conductor for the symphony as well as my teacher, don't think that the harpist can carry their own weight. So they're both wanting to know if I can start playing with the symphony again. Now this is a wonderful opportunity, however, I was going to drop harp ensemble, and stop almost all of the extra curricular activities. But my harp teacher says that she would much more prefer for me to play in the symphony, instead of the ensemble. I would agree with that. &lt;br /&gt;    The symphony, it is a wonderful blessing, but I don't know if I need, want, or have the time to take it. It meets every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, from 12:30 to 2:30 or 3. So it would take a considerable amount of time up. So I'd like to just ask all of you guys to pray for me, for God to let me know if I should do this or not. &lt;br /&gt;   While on the phone, my brother also related the imformation from my mom to me, about how my teacher Gaye LeBlanc, has said that if I were to get a BMA, I think it stands for Bachelor of music arts. That I would be able to recieve a FULL ride to OU!&lt;br /&gt;That is a blessing, my word is it a blessing. &lt;br /&gt;    But there are several other things that are in play here. First I didn't really want to major in harp, nor did I really want to go to OU. I mean I would love to go to OU if it were someplace else, because I don't want to stay home. I need to be able to learn my life lessons, and struggle, and survive on my own. And if I were to go to OU, then I would probably stay at home. Most likely going to any other colleges would require for me to join the ROTC, (I think it stands for Reserve Officer Training Core, or Center) In other words I would train, and basically be a reserve. I don't know if that is God's calling on my life. The other way for me to pay for college would be scholarships through volleyball or harp. For volleyball I would really have to improve considerably. But I don't think I'm really tall enough for volleyball. That may come as a suprise to alot of you because you think I'm pretty tall. But most of the guys that they recruit at Ball State University are more around the height of 6.6. or 6.7. But I don't know. For harp, I'm almost entirely certain that I have to be a major for me to get any scholarships.&lt;br /&gt;   So now most of you are up to date on what's going on in my life. Sorry for how long this post is, and thanks to all of you who took the time to read this.&lt;br /&gt;   So there are two things I would just like for all of you to pray for. &lt;br /&gt;1. What God is planning for my life, and what he wants me to do.&lt;br /&gt;2. For my dad, he's been moved down to Norman, now, and they changed his medication, so his cognative skills are returning. (he was having trouble comprehending things while on the morphine) &lt;br /&gt;   Thank you all again for your prayers. In Him, Stephan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-112451115660800468?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/112451115660800468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=112451115660800468' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/112451115660800468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/112451115660800468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2005/08/prayerpredicament.html' title='Prayer/predicament'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</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>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830251.post-112192318244430653</id><published>2005-07-20T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T00:33:08.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scripture</title><content type='html'>Alright! I finally came up with a topic for a good post. The idea came when a friend of mine asked what is a good way to deal with temptation. That question is going to be the basis of this post.&lt;br /&gt;I gave two ways, 1. Pray for strength from God. Most people would see that as a good start. But where it becomes more difficult is number 2. For the 2nd way, I said memorizing scripture, now I'm sure that most of you will agree it's difficult to take the time. But the usefulness is so abundant. Memorizing scripture especially verses dealing with what your fighting against will greatly aid you.  The Bible says " For the word of God is living and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart." (Hebrews 4:12) 2 Timothy also says " All Scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness, so that the man of God may be thoroughly equipped for every good work."  "How can a young man keep his way pure? By living according to your word." Psalms 119:9 There you have it people, take up your sword, because that's what gift God has given us to battle temptation with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Now all of you read that, please oh please do pester me constantly to make sure that I'm doing what I've written, because I don't want to be a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And don't worry I'm not going to leave you guys with just "memorize," there are ways of making it easier. However I don't have the time to write it all down, so here are a couple of links.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/johndavidmueller/Scripture_Memory.html"&gt;http://www.geocities.com/johndavidmueller/Scripture_Memory.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a href="http://www.fbcdurham.org/writings/Scripmem.htm"&gt;http://www.fbcdurham.org/writings/Scripmem.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this blesses you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-112192318244430653?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/112192318244430653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=112192318244430653' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/112192318244430653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/112192318244430653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2005/07/scripture.html' title='Scripture'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830251.post-112001336968076113</id><published>2005-06-28T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T21:53:04.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/733/1600/Picture%201951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/733/200/Picture%201951.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello all, as some of you have learned I am back. OSAI was very enjoyable, but draining. Each day I carted the harp about a mile a day. The bridge over to rehearsal was around a quarter of a mile for one thing. I made lots of new friends, and learned gobs and gobs of new things. (gobs, now there's a good word) Anywho, The conductor for the first week was quite interesting, exuberant or eccentric might be words used to describe him. And he wanted everything over tempo, which was difficult for me. However he was a really cool guy. Right before he left he started playing cards with several people including me. We decided to teach him how to play Mau. In case anyone doesn't know what that game is here are the Guidelines: &lt;br /&gt;1- No discussing the rules&lt;br /&gt;2- It's alot like Uno (hint hint)&lt;br /&gt;3- If you win then you get to make a new rule.&lt;br /&gt;Suprisingly enough he really started to pick it up quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Here's some more pics of some of my new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/733/1600/Picture%20143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/733/320/Picture%20143.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/733/1600/Picture%20293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4090/733/320/Picture%20293.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from left to right it's: Kelsey, Cari, Another girl ( I don't remember her name!) then Carl.&lt;br /&gt;The guy in the next picture is John. he's 15.  We were talking about making a shirt for tall people. titled "F.A.Q" (frequently asked questions) &lt;br /&gt;1. "Wow! How tall are you?"&lt;br /&gt;2. "Do you play basketball?"&lt;br /&gt;3. "Why Not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that's all for now about camp. God Bless and I'll post again later. In Him, Stephan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. If that last post got 30 comments, and it wasn't even me, then I'm going to be dissapointed if I don't get at least thaton this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-112001336968076113?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/112001336968076113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=112001336968076113' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/112001336968076113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/112001336968076113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2005/06/back.html' title='BACK!'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</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>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830251.post-111915571087538970</id><published>2005-06-18T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T15:04:19.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninja!</title><content type='html'>Muhahaha!! The Crusades have begun! I, &lt;a href="http://twelve.no-ip.org"&gt;David&lt;/a&gt;, now hereby claim this blog as my own!  Surrender all your comments to me, infidels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes that is right, your favorite McKee blog has been hacked!  My ninja-hacker services are for hire, just go &lt;a href="http://twelve.no-ip.org"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and leave a comment if you want a job done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--This is not a joke, this is completely for real--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-111915571087538970?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/111915571087538970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=111915571087538970' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/111915571087538970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/111915571087538970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2005/06/ninja.html' title='Ninja!'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</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>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830251.post-111734237850065740</id><published>2005-05-28T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T23:27:21.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>David Pic</title><content type='html'>This is David trying to dodge me taking a pic of him, but to no avail, I have a picture of David. Nonetheless in a tux&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-111734237850065740?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/111734237850065740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=111734237850065740' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/111734237850065740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/111734237850065740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2005/05/david-pic.html' title='David Pic'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</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>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830251.post-111725510783347765</id><published>2005-05-27T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T23:59:34.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Niece, Nephew Pic</title><content type='html'>All right! I figured out putting pics on! W00T!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6044/640/Picture%20025.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/258/6044/320/Picture%20025.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel and Kaydra&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-111725510783347765?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/111725510783347765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=111725510783347765' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/111725510783347765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/111725510783347765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2005/05/niece-nephew-pic.html' title='Niece, Nephew Pic'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830251.post-111721386659886747</id><published>2005-05-27T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T12:15:08.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>real post?</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting at my computer right now, looking outside and it's just. Beautiful. I'm watching the rain pour down, and I see 2 mourning doves sitting on the fence. They must be admiring God's creation as well. I'm sure all of you are wanting me to post something with depth, or meaning to it. Or even something that has been going on, but I'm enjoying the smell of fresh rain too much right now. I will post something worthwhile soon, prolly all that's been going on. It's going to be long. I just keep glancing outside, and God has blessed us with such a mysterious, and exciting world. I just love it! Anywho, this blog really has no aim, or anything to it. I'm just letting it meander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to a c.d. that my harp teacher let me borrow, the group is called "Pink Martini" they're pretty good. Some of the songs have a Latin feel to them, others they sing in French or Chinese. It's a really weird group, but it's good. I'm going to be ending this "post" soon, all of you people leave a comment, and tell me if I should break up the next post, because I'm sure it's going to be MASSIVE. maybe. lol. &lt;br /&gt;p.s. I'm going to take the time someday to figure out how to post pictures. It is becoming a Must for me to post pics, I have so many now. Anywhy, the rain is ceasing, and so must this post. Soon to be standing in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;                                      Stephan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for: rain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-111721386659886747?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/111721386659886747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=111721386659886747' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/111721386659886747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/111721386659886747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2005/05/real-post.html' title='real post?'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830251.post-111707275121820126</id><published>2005-05-25T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T21:04:46.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>quote post</title><content type='html'>Well it's about that time again. Many of you have been pestering me about a new post, so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; David McIntyre: "Can you do a favor for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Stephan: "depends"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Stephan: "what is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; David McIntyre: "Post on your blog more than once a Month"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Stephan: "Do"H"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Stephan: "I need something exciting to happen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; David McIntyre: "The apostrophe is in the wrong place"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Stephan: "Something that isn't Sports banquet, choir tour, graduation, Frederick coming home, volleyball tourny, camp coming up, or any of the more major events such as me waking up, going to sleep, eating, or brushing my teeth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is my post, may all of you have a Merry Christmas! what? it isn't? Then why is Frederick getting so many presents? Birthday?!?! PAH!  Well anyway may all of you enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(quotes are subject to change, names are changed according to the witness protection laws.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-111707275121820126?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/111707275121820126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=111707275121820126' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/111707275121820126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/111707275121820126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2005/05/quote-post.html' title='quote post'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830251.post-111474382087588202</id><published>2005-04-28T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T22:12:26.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pearl</title><content type='html'>Hello all, I'm going to go ahead and call this my serious post for now. I'm going on choir tour the day after tomorrow (sat.) This whole year has just flown by, and I'm even sad that school is almost over. It's been a wonderful semester, but it has had some trials. And that's what I'm going to partially write upon. I heard this topic on the radio, and it really hit home with me. The dj's were talking about pearls, and how pearls are formed. They're formed when a irritation gets caught inside of an oyster. And then the oyster turns it into something beautiful. To put it more simply, when something is bothersome, God can help turn that annoyance into something lovely. For an oyster the greater the irritation, the larger the pearl gets. I learned awhile ago, something to help build your faith or character or patience, or anything else. You ask God to test you. Some people say they never see God answer their prayers, but if you ask for God to test you, you'll see him answer it very quickly. So any of you who are reading this, believe that you should ask God to test you, go for it! By having God test you it will help you strengthen your walk with Christ. Even if you fail, just go back to God, and keep trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this on another site, and it also struck a chord with me. I don't know the person who wrote it, but I think they did a wonderful job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Calm the confusion in my head. Let me lie as still as the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more noise, no more sound. No more light, can be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the world has turned away. No one cares for those who stray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why this worry and this sorrow? Why can’t I face the morrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is this pain from? Oh, when did it come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or has this pain been always here? Have I always had all this fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calm my frighten soul. Take my broken make it whole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a voice spoke to ease my mind. It said, "Leave it all behind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For none of this pain shall ever hurt you. I am your God, I shall never desert you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So though you suffer much torment and pain. All you have to do is call on My Name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I am there when no one else is around. I hear you when you don’t make a sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the lame able to walk. I made the mute able to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seek My children when they stray. And I shall never turn them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you would cast all your care on Me. Then child, you would finally be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free, from this world and all it’s sorrow. Free! With a renewed spirit to face the morrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Child, won’t you let Me in? Don’t you want your new life to begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let this world go, let it fade away. For it shall not even be here, on that final day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Love for you follows so deep. I laid My Life for you, my sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know that I am standing near. Know that you have nothing to fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched you before the world was laid. I loved you, before you were made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not make a mountain you can’t climb. I shall not tell of a treasure you can’t find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to Me, you know my words are true. Lean on Me, I can get you through."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I fell sobbing to the ground. And like the lost sheep, I’d finally been found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the sorrow, and I felt the pain. In a bitter sweetness, I called on His Name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bright light blinded my eyes. As I confessed all my sin and lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I felt His Blood cleansed my soul. I saw His Body broken, and mine made whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt my burned lifted away. I felt the birth of a new day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why had I been so blind to see? That only in Him could I be made free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end- I truly did die. But just to myself, and to Him I fly.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for: new stages in life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-111474382087588202?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/111474382087588202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=111474382087588202' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/111474382087588202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/111474382087588202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2005/04/pearl.html' title='Pearl'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830251.post-111318964676455698</id><published>2005-04-10T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T19:43:15.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>schedule</title><content type='html'>Howdy all, I know I have a serious post that I promised. However I'm going to tell the dates of everything coming up. So that any of you who might be interested in going will be able to. But before I do that, I'd like to ask for prayer for two things.  1. I've developed shin splints.   2. for other people who haven't earned all money 4 choir tour. &lt;br /&gt;All right, now on to dates. There are 2 concerts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Apr. 24th, OU harp ensemble, 8:00 in Pittman, in Catlett.&lt;br /&gt;2. Apr. 26th, OKC home school choir. 7:00 at OKC first church of the Nazerene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for: friends who make you laugh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-111318964676455698?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/111318964676455698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=111318964676455698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/111318964676455698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/111318964676455698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2005/04/schedule.html' title='schedule'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</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-9830251.post-111214650937257169</id><published>2005-03-29T19:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T19:35:09.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>later/longest words</title><content type='html'>Hey all. first off I'm going to write a serious post later. But not now. I'm also going to post all of the dates of everything that is coming up so that anyone who might be interested can go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now on to business. A long time ago a friend and I were surfing the web, and we came along the "longest" word. Most people if you ask what it is, will say Antidisestablishmentarianism. They will most likely not be able to say it without stumbling with their speech. However, that only having 28 letters, is not the longest word. There is a word with 29 letters. And that word is floccinaucinihilipilification. The use of this word has been dated back to 1741. My source for all of this imformation is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Longest_word_in_the_English_language"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Longest_word_in_the_English_language&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is supposedly a 207,000+ word about mitochondrial DNA. I'm out of time, and if your interested in anymore long words, (some funny) the link above is where to find it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-111214650937257169?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/111214650937257169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=111214650937257169' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/111214650937257169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/111214650937257169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2005/03/laterlongest-words.html' title='later/longest words'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830251.post-111094859951101199</id><published>2005-03-15T22:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T23:01:17.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>movie quiz</title><content type='html'>this is an awsome movie, so when I found the quiz I was like YES!&lt;br /&gt;here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the quiz: &lt;a href="http://www.zenhex.com/quiz.php?id=1595"&gt;"Which Holy Grail Character Are You?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img1.zenhex.com/quiz1/1595/res1.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Arthur, King of the Britons&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Arthur, son of Uther Pendragon, from the castle of Camelot. King of the Britons, defeater of the Saxons, Sovereign of all England!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also going to have to go with a red v. blue quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the quiz: &lt;a href="http://www.zenhex.com/quiz.php?id=10595"&gt;"Which Red vs Blue Char are you?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img1.zenhex.com/quiz3/10595/res1.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sarge&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Sarge! You are the leader of the Red team and dish out the orders during battle. You are both brave and smart ulinke most everyone else on the team.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-111094859951101199?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/111094859951101199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=111094859951101199' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/111094859951101199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/111094859951101199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2005/03/movie-quiz.html' title='movie quiz'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830251.post-111077954388312424</id><published>2005-03-13T23:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T23:54:36.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating Views</title><content type='html'>Well this blog has been inspired by about three people. One person asked about my views, another wrote about "soulmates" and the last I'm sort of taking a word, then expanding on it. Hope you enjoy this blog, and I pray that it helps your view on dating.          p.s. this was an i.m. conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sara: Ok out of curiosity may I ask what your views are on dating?? You did say on your blogger to ask.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Stephan: okay..I don't believe that people should until they are at a certain age, and in a certain finacial stage where they are able to support themselves, and or a family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Stephan: first, what's the purpose of dating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sara: Marriage of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Stephan: exactly&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Sara: that's really true, I can't tell you how many friends of mine have completely messed up there lifes dating... at this age I mean.&lt;br /&gt; Stephan: so why in the world would anyone, especially people from the age of 12--18ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Stephan: INext, dating doesn't help you in anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sara: Yeah I agree.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Stephan: it wastes your money,your time, and especially your concentration&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Sara: Not only that, but it messes up friendships with other people.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Stephan: you should be concentrating on God, and what he wants in your life, instead of being split, wanting to have a emotional relationship, without commitment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Stephan: that btw is what most of these people are doing, they are wanting to be emotionally entangled, but without the commitment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Stephan: that's sort of where courting comes in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sara: Yup.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Stephan: the plan is to get married, not to just see if you like the person, it's dating with an agenda, or a plan&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Stephan: you know where your trying to end up, instead of wandering around, until you think it's the right time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Stephan: another thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Stephan: many people would say that they know that God provides for them&lt;br /&gt; but if the truly believed that, wouldn't God also provide at the CORRECT time in your life, a mate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sara: Exactly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Stephan: do you know what my wife is going to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Stephan: in one single word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sara: Lol.&lt;br /&gt;(this is what I took from my brother then I started expanding some) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Stephan: "Perfect"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Stephan: she's not going to be perfect in anything,. but just for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Stephan: because I know that God has worked in her life, and trained her and guided her her entire life, just for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Stephan: so she is literally the perfect woman for me, because through her whole life she's has been following God, and he's been getting her ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Stephan: so just........Perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sara: Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sara: Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Stephan: That's why I think it's pointless to try and go out and find someone that you "like" because you think that they might be the one for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Stephan: because God already has that perfect person for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sara: Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Stephan: so why take the focus off of God, by looking for an emotional entanglement, when it's not your time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Stephan: God put a stage of singleness in everyone's lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Stephan: and we need to be content in that stage first.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Stephan: He put that stage in, so we could learn, and be more like him, and obey his word, so that when it's time for that stage to be over, we're ready&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Sara: Exactly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Stephan: That right there is my view on dating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              In Christ,&lt;br /&gt;                                                 Stephan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-111077954388312424?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/111077954388312424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=111077954388312424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/111077954388312424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/111077954388312424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2005/03/dating-views.html' title='Dating Views'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830251.post-111008752741194361</id><published>2005-03-05T23:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T20:42:25.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Blog</title><content type='html'>It's been a very eventful day today. Good in many many ways, and a few sad times. First off I want to thank everyone who was praying for me again. It helped boost my spirit, therefor I thank you. I'm working things out with God, and I'm really trying to change many different attitudes about how I act, and about life. Something I read recently on a verse really hit home with me, on this blog a verse was put. The verse is Luke 9:61-63, and it goes 'Then another said, "I'm ready to follow you, Master, but first excuse me while I get things straightened out at home." Jesus said, "No procrastination. No backward looks. You can't put God's kingdom off till tomorrow. Seize the day.'&lt;br /&gt;I think that's how everyone should live, like you should live today like it's your last, you can't turn and obey Jesus later, you have to do it now. Because it's the most important thing you can do in your life. How many times do we decide to not say something, or do something later, because we think we're still going to be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing. I've been asking several friends what God's been doing in their lives, and what he's been teaching them. And I'd like to ask you just to ponder on that. When truly was the last time God showed you something you needed to change in your life/heart. If any of you can answer very recently, then tell me have you actually tried to change. Once I've asked these friends I don't even know when I can ask again, because so many of us take so long to change. I'm very guilty of that myself. I know so many things I can do, to help me build a relationship with God, yet I just ignore it. I let my pride stand in the way and give excuses as to why I don't need to change right now. So the challenge that I'm wanting to give, is that when any of you feel God's wanting you to change on something, then change as fast as you can. Because the sooner you change the sooner you can really start obeying God's will for you life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to other parts of this blog. the "good events." First,in volleyball, we had two games today, one of which someone I rarely get to see came, and didn't even have to drive 2 or more hours. The first game was pretty good. I got there early. I was supposed to miss it because I had an orchestra rehearsal from 1-o-clock to 3 thirty. And God blessed me with it ending at 2 thirty so I was able to make it to the game. Otherwise I would have missed the game and the person and arrived at 4:20ish. So I give thanks to God for the blessing. Then after the game I started talking with my teamates about another friend on the team who was unable to play for many reasons. But really wanted to, but our coach would not let her. Which was hard for several of us. But she took us aside and told her that because she had already planned on not being able to play she did not want any of us to go to coach and appeal. Which we were going to do. And not all of us were wanting her to play, so it was really causing alot of dissention, and truly starting to break up our team. So she gave her reasons, and told us that she would support us, but even if we appealed to coach, she refused to play. I didn't like the decision, but I beleive now that it was for the best. Though it really caused me to be sad when she told all of us. Buy after we told her that we supported her choice, we all prayed about it, and then we went and played a great game after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the game (sorry for how long this blog is, but I want to just get it all out) The team we played beat us the first game, and in the second game I was up to serve and the score was 24-25 our favor, and we had to win by 2. I made the serve over, God took away the pressure, usually I get all nervous and mess up. So in the third game we go to 15 and we were starting to take a lead of about 11-8 . When all of a sudden after we had won a point, the other teams coach started telling the ref. about how the ball went through the net. there was a small hole in which there was enough room for someone to FORCEFULLY put the ball through, and he was saying that if it hadn't gone "through" then they would have been able to play it. So the ref called a replay. It was such a ridiculous idea that that had happened, yet annoying. But we still won thankfully by a mere 2 points. And then all of our team went over to the B teams game and cheered them on until we were almost all hoarse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only teams left in the intermediate group are Arrows A (my team) no losses. (it's a double elim.) and Arrows B, and NOKC Hotter and both or those teams each have 1 loss. So the next game we play will be the winner of those to teams. And even if we lose the match, we'll still only have 1 loss, so we will play them again. So it's all good in volleyball.&lt;br /&gt;Thanx again to all who prayed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-111008752741194361?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/111008752741194361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=111008752741194361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/111008752741194361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/111008752741194361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2005/03/long-blog_05.html' title='Long Blog'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</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-9830251.post-110869844221429131</id><published>2005-02-17T21:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T21:47:22.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>Hello all. I'm wanting to write about something, but as so many of us say I qoute "I don't know what to write about" I do know that right now alot of things are on my mind. There are many of my friends who are leaving or have left the country/state, and some that are visiting. Some of my friends are wondering what the next step is in their relationships w/other people. I have 5 volleyball games in the next 2 days. That is going to keep me sore, and busy. But I guess I just wanted to put some of that stuff in the atmosphere. If any of you are willing, I'd appreciate prayers for one of my dearest friends, who is going to Mexico tonight. For her to have a safe, and wonderful trip, and that she be protected. And for another friend who's returning to Weatherford, that he also have a safe trip. Also pray for my other friends who are figuring out how to deal with other people. And trying to change their views for the better. And lastly prayer for myself, I'm struggling with what God wants to do in my life, I want to follow him. But I feel like everytime I get nearer to him, I'm just torn farther away. And I'm getting tired of that. If anyone else out there is needing/wanting prayer let me know, and I'll be more than happy to pray for you. May all of you have a good evening, and rest of the week.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                In Him,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                      Stephan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-110869844221429131?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/110869844221429131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=110869844221429131' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/110869844221429131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/110869844221429131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post.html' title='???'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830251.post-110809175644572061</id><published>2005-02-10T21:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T21:15:56.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerd</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wxplotter.com/ft_nq.php?im"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wxplotter.com/images/ft/nq.php?val=8639" alt="I am nerdier than 46% of all people. Are you nerdier? Click here to find out!" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-110809175644572061?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/110809175644572061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=110809175644572061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/110809175644572061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/110809175644572061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2005/02/nerd.html' title='Nerd'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</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-9830251.post-110809094635854377</id><published>2005-02-10T21:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T21:03:47.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All In A Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; So this story started last Sunday. I'm in Sunday school, and one of the youth workers, was talking about how he asks God sometimes to test his faith, so that he might strengthen it. So I'm going to bed, and I ask God to put me through a trial, so that I might further build my faith. Now that I get up in the morning, and eat and go to work. While at work my boss comes up to me, and asks if I want to make beds. I can't say no to my boss, but making beds takes hours, because of the amount of them that we have. We're making beds, and all of the bunks have been used. Bunkbeds are even more annoying to make then the regular beds, and ALL of them have been used. I'm working and I had been listening to one of my fav. radio stations, and suddenly Gov. Brad Henry comes on. I think my boss wants to listen to this so I listen for about 45 minutes, about how these things are going to be changed and these other things are going to be reformed. I'm about to go crazy at that time. I can't take another minute of it. So I ask my boss, and he never even wanted to listen.(teaches me about assuming things) I change it, and I'm happy. But still I'm dealing with all of these bunk beds. Finally God blessed me with one bunk bed that's not been used. And it's even in my fav. # room. #7. I'm "thank you God"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the day progresses things go alright, but my patience still keeps getting tried in various ways. I'm late everywhere I go, and I have to explain then why to the people who were waiting on me. In the evening, around 5:45 I leave from my lesson, and orchestra starts at 6:15, I'm late. I don't have the harp tuned or anything. I get to OCU and run in with the harp(not literally, just so you know any other harpists) I go upstairs, and go into the orchestra room, only to find that they've just started. I'm unloading the harp, and I've opened the doors, so I can get in there. Which was a mistake, it turned out that the doors right across from me has a group of horn players practicing. Everyone turns around continously and looks at me. Which starts to get annoying. I finally get the harp in, and everything situated so that I can start playing. I play for a total of 20, and wait around and 1 hour and 30 minutes. I pack up the harp, and head home. Unload the harp back at OU so it'll be there in the morning. Two of the other harpists were playing a concert with the OU orchestra, that night. I go downstairs, and it turns out I had to have a ticket to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I head home, and finally get some GREAT news. One of my good friends calls me up at 10:15 or so, and tells me something that turns this horrible Monday, into a great Monday. She tells me that 2 days ago and Sunday she had been thinking about alot of things. And she decided that she needed to give her heart to Christ!! Right then my whole stinky attitude changes, cause this is a good friend of mine, and she got SAVED! Praise the Lord! She had been having trouble sleeping, and she always seemed tired. And after Sunday, she was just so refreshed and renewed. I can tell her spirit has changed, she seems to have a sense of peace about her now. Still competitive, but just calmed now. Praise God again! I'm happy that he tested my patience, and for him saving my friend. That's all I have to share for now. But i'm really happy!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-110809094635854377?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/110809094635854377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=110809094635854377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/110809094635854377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/110809094635854377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2005/02/all-in-day.html' title='All In A Day'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</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-9830251.post-110757809604957340</id><published>2005-02-05T00:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T22:34:56.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Volleyball</title><content type='html'>Finally!! the first game of the volleyball tournament has arrived, we did very well, but not as well as I thought we would.......jk. The first game, the only points they got were from our mistakes, the end score for the first game was 25-3. All of our teams won against them, so it was a good night. I'm feeling all bruised up though, cause I dove alot, and my kneepads, don't cover all of my knee, so it's going to bruise those areas. Anywho, I really started to feel bad for this team, because they're from Lawton, and they had to drive 3ish hours, just to get stomped. But they are like my team was 2 years ago, we got beat. Badly. Next year, i'm sure they'll do better, and it'll be more fun for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; The only problem is that, they aren't hard. I know that 2 other teams are really good. They are "Heat," and "Wolfpack" and all of the teams they have should be in the next ranking up (beginner=intermediate) so forth and so on. My team has to play one of their advanced teams.!!!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; We are going to have to play our best this year. By that I mean we need to set up our hits everytime (bump, set, spike) and we need to spike mercilessly. We need to hit them in the face, where they aren't at, and to the people who just hit it to mess them up. That must sound cruel and mean, but if we want to win we're going to have to be ruthless.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; For the past 2 years, we've won the tourney in the beginner and intermediate group, so people are out to beat us. The annoying thing is the past 2 years, we've lost our star players. Last year we lost one guy, who could really pound the ball. In practice we had people actually drop to the ground to get out of the way. His serves really hurt. Not to mention his spikes. This guy spiked on me, and jammed my thumb in for around 2 weeks. And he got the spike over. Well enough about volleyball for now. I have another game tomorrow, and need to ice basically my entire left leg, because I kept hurting it. All of you that read this, have a great day, or next day. Cause this is the day that the Lord has made and you will rejoice and be glad in it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.  don't worry about the world coming to an end tomorrow, cause it's already tomorrow in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-110757809604957340?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/110757809604957340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=110757809604957340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/110757809604957340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/110757809604957340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2005/02/volleyball.html' title='Volleyball'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</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-9830251.post-110737036667621575</id><published>2005-02-02T02:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T13:00:30.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Knight's game</title><content type='html'>Last night I finally got to go to a Knight's game! It's been along time coming, I haven't gone to one of their games since........(pondering a moment) wow! almost 5 years. The last time was when I was still playing. GJ! to all who play on the Knights. I expected you to win. So thank you for my expectations to be correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;    Anywho I thought about joining the team this year. But I'm glad in some ways that I didn't cause I really would not have had the time to do all the things I want to. I know it would be fun, and I'd really get running endurance, (which is something I want) but I would've had to drop many many other things.&lt;br /&gt;I'm also unhappy that I didn't join, cause I really did/do want to, and I know I would've had a blast. There are several peeps that I already know, but never get to see them anymore (you know who you are. on the + side I didn't have to drive two hours.) Well I'ma gonna go, cause I need lunch and need to study. I have many subjects, and projects due tomorrow. SYL all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-110737036667621575?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/110737036667621575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=110737036667621575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/110737036667621575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/110737036667621575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2005/02/knights-game.html' title='Knight&apos;s game'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</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-9830251.post-110732051433468718</id><published>2005-02-02T01:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T23:06:15.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Orchestra</title><content type='html'>Well this happened awhile ago, but I thought it was cool beans..... So it's starts as a normal monday, with work in the morning, and then lunch, some school, then practice, lesson, then orchestra. But this starts at the lesson... So! I'm at my lesson, it's almost over when my orchestra partner calls my teacher to tell her that she's just going to skip this night.. I get told this and don't know what to think.. I mean it's gone through my mind that "Hey if she gets sick then I'll take her part and get to show off!" However..... that's not what happened. I realize WHOA, I haven't practiced her part, and haven't looked at the cadenza (for those who don't know what a cadenza it's a short solo in an orchestra piece which is for showing off that instrument) The last time I looked at that cadenza was around 4 or 5 months ago. and It's not the easiest thing to do. So I'm all panicky when I arrive at rehearsal, and set up and tune, and sit there. I talked to the conductor (Dr. Clinton, who is hard to describe, he will kid around some times, but you never want to talk back, or say or do anything that could annoy him. :0) I tell him that my partner isn't coming, and that I can play some of her parts but not all of them. So we start, and it gets time for me to play and I do. And I played it pretty well, and after I was done, he made the comment to the whole orchestra. He said "I thought that only one of them could do that!" Then he had me do it again, and started bragging about my partner and myself. About how we're always on time, and always tuned, and always know our parts. I was very pleased with that. And I'm thankful God helped through with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-110732051433468718?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/110732051433468718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=110732051433468718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/110732051433468718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/110732051433468718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2005/02/orchestra.html' title='Orchestra'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</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-9830251.post-110547275767164486</id><published>2005-01-11T15:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T13:45:57.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Air</title><content type='html'>just a quick nothing blog. &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;table width="400" align="center" border="1" border cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#66CCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Element Is Air&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/air.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dislike conflict, and you've been able to rise above the angst of the world.&lt;br /&gt;And when things don't go your way, you know they'll blow over quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easygoing, you tend to find joy from the simple things in life.&lt;br /&gt;You roll with the punches, and as a result, your life is light and cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find it easy to adapt to most situations, and you're an open person.&lt;br /&gt;With you, what you see is what you get... and people love that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/elementquiz.html"&gt;What's Your Element?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-110547275767164486?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/110547275767164486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=110547275767164486' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/110547275767164486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/110547275767164486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2005/01/air.html' title='Air'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830251.post-110497744830111438</id><published>2005-01-05T22:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T20:11:17.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Comments?</title><content type='html'>Wow I didn't think that I could really scare everyone away with what I wrote. But it sure seems that that's what happened. I mean really I talk about something, that might be worthwhile to comment on(in my opinion) and no one wants to let there comment be seen. Well I don't expect to change anytime soon, cause I'm not abandoning my principles, or my thoughts. That just wouldn't be me. But anyone just feel free to leave a comment, I'm sure nothing bad will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to change from that. Wow, it's really cold out............... Don't worry I'm not actually going to start talking about the weather, I'm not that old yet. I'm sitting right here, waiting for the impending clock to chime, signaling that I have to start up on something else, yet I don't want to go yet. I have nothing coming to mind about what to write. But I just want to keep typing/writing. I think I've truly gotten addicted to typing. I'm constantly strumming my fingers as if I were typing. Again WOW, I didn't think I could talk about something that useless, but I guess I proved myself wrong. (this is utterly random)I'd like anyone who reads this, to leave a comment on what they think their best feature is. I'm trying to go somewhere with this, but wherever I'm going it's undecided. Now for a really random quote. "The problem with remembering is one tends to forget." Yes me writing that was a significant step for mankind I'm sure. I think I need more coffee, that's it. I'm sleep deprived, and need more caffeine. But do not worry, I will not drink more than a doubleshot of expresso. AAAAAAHHH!!!! My mind is on fire, I don't know what to think about, what to write about!!!! My mind is seriously needing to do some deep philisophical thinking, about what? you might ask, that I will find out. And once I do, I might tell you all what I figured out, while thinking so hard. It's about time for another somewhat random comment. "I need a thinking cap" and now to let you all stop reading this, the clock is chiming so I must say chow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-110497744830111438?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/110497744830111438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=110497744830111438' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/110497744830111438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/110497744830111438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2005/01/no-comments.html' title='No Comments?'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830251.post-110471023774273350</id><published>2005-01-02T20:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T18:13:15.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Code Of Conduct</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I am an American fighting man. I serve in&lt;br /&gt;the forces which guard my country and our&lt;br /&gt;way of life. I am prepared to give my life&lt;br /&gt;in their defense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never surrender of my own free will.&lt;br /&gt;If in command, I will never surrender my&lt;br /&gt;men while they still have the means to resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am captured I will continue to resist by&lt;br /&gt;all means available. I will make every&lt;br /&gt;effort to escape and aid others to escape.&lt;br /&gt;I will accept neither parole nor special&lt;br /&gt;favors from the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I become a prisoner of war, I will keep&lt;br /&gt;faith with my fellow prisoners. I will give&lt;br /&gt;no information nor take part in any action&lt;br /&gt;which might be harmful to my comrades.&lt;br /&gt;If I am senior, I will take command. If not,&lt;br /&gt;I will obey the lawful orders of those ap-&lt;br /&gt;pointed over me and will back them up in&lt;br /&gt;every way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When questioned, should I become a pris-&lt;br /&gt;oner of war, I am required to give only&lt;br /&gt;name, rank, service number, and date of&lt;br /&gt;birth. I will evade answering further ques-&lt;br /&gt;tions to the utmost of my ability. I will&lt;br /&gt;make no oral or written statements dis-&lt;br /&gt;loyal to my country and its allies or harm-&lt;br /&gt;ful to their cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget that I am an American&lt;br /&gt;fighting man, responsible for my actions,&lt;br /&gt;and dedicated to the principles which made&lt;br /&gt;my country free. I will trust in my God and&lt;br /&gt;in the United States of America&lt;/blockquote&gt;I found that with some of my Grandfathers stuff. It lets me remember that upon a time,  the name of God was allowed to be heard in the govornment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-110471023774273350?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/110471023774273350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=110471023774273350' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/110471023774273350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/110471023774273350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2005/01/code-of-conduct.html' title='Code Of Conduct'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830251.post-110464208481557277</id><published>2005-01-02T01:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T23:03:06.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Day</title><content type='html'>Well I just want to start out by putting a praise song into this blog, I expect that I will prolly do this quite often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Thank You Lord"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verse #1&lt;br /&gt;For all that you've done I will thank you&lt;br /&gt;For all that you're going to do&lt;br /&gt;For all that you've promised&lt;br /&gt;And all that you are&lt;br /&gt;Is all that has carried me through&lt;br /&gt;Jesus I thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verse #2&lt;br /&gt;And I thank you&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord&lt;br /&gt;And I thank you&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verse #3&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving and setting me free&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for giving your life just for me&lt;br /&gt;How I thank you&lt;br /&gt;Jesus I thank you&lt;br /&gt;Gratefully thank you&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verse #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verse #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verse #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verse #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;/blockquote&gt;I just love these words, because they're so true. This is one of my favorite songs. I pray that you will all take these words and use them to lift our Heavenly Father on high. He has done so much for us, and we fail to thank and rejoice in him daily. I realize that God shows us his awesome Glory everyday, but we pay no heed to it. He shows us in his creation, ourselves, and the blessings he is always sending to us. My brother told me about someone he met on a mission trip in Mexico. it was a woman he told me about, who was constantly cheerful, and one morning one of the guys on the trip was grumpy, cause it was really early. And he was complaining about how tired he was. She went up to him and said "This IS the day that the Lord has made and YOU WILL rejoice and be glad in it!" (psalms 118:24) And I thought that was really cool, because that's the attitude that everyone should have. I think that almost everyone(myself included) shouldn't let anything like us not getting enough sleep, or not doing or getting what we want get in the way of us rejoicing day by day with God about how wonderful the day that he created is. I really want to change my attitude, because it will be pleasing to God, and my attitude will not be in the way of him using me. Thank you Lord for today, and praise your worthy Name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-110464208481557277?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/110464208481557277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=110464208481557277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/110464208481557277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/110464208481557277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-years-day.html' title='New Years Day'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</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-9830251.post-110455316289236990</id><published>2005-01-01T00:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T23:01:58.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Eve</title><content type='html'>Well I am up in Tulsa right now, with my God parents, and my old dear church family. And it has been a joyous night. I'm very happy to be around them again. My God father has been teaching tonight about many things, right now I'm not going to try and write it all down, until I have studied my notes. But my spirit right now is content. All I want to do right now is praise the Lord God. He is soveriegn and in control of everything. Something I was told tonight is " Follow the Holy Spirit, whoever he's with, wherever he is, find him, find him for yourself." And that's what I plan to do, I pray that all of you do the same. I hope that none of you are uneasy about reading this, but I pray that it be a blessing in some way or another. I don't know God's plan for me, where he wants me to go, or what he wants me to do. But I ask that any of you that read this pray that he reveal his plan for me and that I trust in him alone. I pray that God blesses you all and that you follow him with your whole heart. In Jesus' mighty name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-110455316289236990?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/110455316289236990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=110455316289236990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/110455316289236990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/110455316289236990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2004/12/new-years-eve.html' title='New Years Eve'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</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-9830251.post-110446010668316337</id><published>2004-12-30T22:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T20:30:08.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4 kinds of blogs</title><content type='html'>I was talking to my brother yesterday, and he was telling me the reason that he didn't write blogs. ("besides them being a waste of time.") He was telling me that there are 4 kinds of blogs. #1. = "I like Kittens!" people. they talk about the smallest things that happened to them that day, and they write with nothing in mind. #2. = " People hopelessly "in love" they almost always talk about what they don't have, and about how they want to be in love, and who they like, and all of those things. #3.= those who don't use their time writing blogs. and the fourth are those which write about technical stuff which no one besides nerds understand. don't get me wrong though, nerds are just cool studs. (the last one is aimed towards several of my friends. Give me some comments, if you can think of any other types of bloggers. I know I'm missing some middle person, so help me out. And if anyone really every notices that I'm writing like that tell me. I don't want to be any of those cept #3, but only if I don't actually have the time to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-110446010668316337?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/110446010668316337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=110446010668316337' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/110446010668316337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/110446010668316337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2004/12/4-kinds-of-blogs.html' title='4 kinds of blogs'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830251.post-110429247337500539</id><published>2004-12-28T22:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T20:37:33.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rooms, and Quotes</title><content type='html'>Well I've been thinking about some of the quotes I've found, and I'm going to post them all, but before I do, I'm going to to type. Right now it's really hectic around here, my dad has moved his office home, and I got moved to another room. Since my dad is at home now, we have a BUNCH of extra funiture just lying around. it's really crowded. I'm trying to move everything back to how I want it around here, but it's taking a bunch of time. I've got a few pics up, but not enough. Right now, I'm just putting in random happenings of my life, later on I will start up on some more "edifying" words. Heres the quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;"God didn't make woman from man's head to top him, nor from his feet to be trampled by him, but from his side, under his arm to be protected by him and close to his heart to be loved by him"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ideals are like stars; we will not succeed in touching them with our hands, but by following them, as the seafaring man on the ocean, we will reach our destiny"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "There's a big difference between dressing attractively and dressing to attract."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Real love is always fated. It has been meticulously prepared of coincidences. And fate, of course, is simply a secular term for the will of God, and coincidence for His grace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The society which scorns excellence in plumbing because plumbing is a humble activity and tolerates shoddiness in philosophy because it is an exalted activity will have neither good plumbing nor good philosophy. Neither its pipes nor its theories will hold water."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Courage is fear that has said its prayers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Smart leaders believe only half of what they hear. Discerning leaders know which half to believe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "The first rule of hole: when your in one, stop digging."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Today is the tomorrow that happened yesterday."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have some others, but not now. I hope you all have a wonderful New Years, and I pray God blesses all of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9830251-110429247337500539?l=swivelwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/110429247337500539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9830251&amp;postID=110429247337500539' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/110429247337500539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9830251/posts/default/110429247337500539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swivelwriting.blogspot.com/2004/12/rooms-and-quotes.html' title='Rooms, and Quotes'/><author><name>Stephan McKee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03669984194154395608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
