<?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-2045168344013096578</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:36:13.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ad eundum quo nemo ante iit</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdadrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045168344013096578/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdadrocks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>John Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15797847026096938511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-aEFxVP1es/SXiljXQ30lI/AAAAAAAAABg/ZimRFypEl1Q/S220/leftbrdrwtrtwr.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045168344013096578.post-8174588351068681907</id><published>2008-11-01T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T14:27:36.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Dating</title><content type='html'>Back in 1995 my Uncle Ron called me over to show me this cool computer he bought. it was a Packard Bell model with a 133meg processor and 32megs of ram and a huge 2 gig hard drive. Later we started calling it "Packard Hell" but i doubt that is an original term. We had a huge argument about its worth, I was calling it an over priced type writer. That's when he showed me A.O.L. and the addiction began.&lt;br /&gt;My first Screen name was Gator9571 and i was spending all my free time in chat rooms. I had fifty people on my buddy list and by 1996 i didn't have to enter a chat room to chat i would get I.M.'ed the second i signed on. I wasn't looking for a date when i met Kim, it just kinda happened to turn out that way. I was in Florida and Kim was Living in Arkansas. We talked online for two months and then started making AT&amp;amp;T stock holders very happy. I moved out there and found the area very beautiful, but the people where a little off. No alcohol, No fool langauge and church every sunday. Now im not saying thats why they are a little off, I tried to clean up my act. Its when they started preaching No premarridal sex that i began to choke. Come on!!!! where's the love? Needless to say the relationship between Kim and I didn't work out and I went back to florida never to return to Arkansas.&lt;br /&gt;The year is now 1997 and it has happend once more. This time her name is Donna and I am back into the Phone stage and the stock holders are happy as hell due to my $700 a month phone bill. My Uncle Ron thinks im a loser and my Friends want to stage an intervention for me. One fine day in November of 1997 Donna had a bussniss meeting in Fort Lauderdale and stops by Jacksonville for a three day visit. We Hit it off and in January of 1998, I once agian moved this time to Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;Flash forward ten years and Donna and I are still together happly married. My current computer is light years ahead of that old packard Hell, But the only thing i do on it now is Gaming and Blogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045168344013096578-8174588351068681907?l=beckysdadrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdadrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8174588351068681907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2045168344013096578&amp;postID=8174588351068681907' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045168344013096578/posts/default/8174588351068681907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045168344013096578/posts/default/8174588351068681907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdadrocks.blogspot.com/2008/11/online-dating.html' title='Online Dating'/><author><name>John Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15797847026096938511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-aEFxVP1es/SXiljXQ30lI/AAAAAAAAABg/ZimRFypEl1Q/S220/leftbrdrwtrtwr.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045168344013096578.post-1626244501090457494</id><published>2008-10-29T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T20:29:52.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatherhood</title><content type='html'>When i was little it amazed me to no end how cool grown ups where. The chain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; off on my bicycle or understanding how the "tricky" parts fit together on my model airplane, my dad was there with a quick fix or an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;explanation&lt;/span&gt;. I always wondered when i was going to be blessed with this gift. Eight years ago when my daughter was born i was scared to death, seems i was now a dad and i didn't have any idea on how to be a parent. My daughter was born at 8:04 pm August 21st 2000. The next morning the hospital called me at home and asked me to return to the hospital. My wife was having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;complications&lt;/span&gt; with her c-section wounds and they wanted me to be there to feed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Becky&lt;/span&gt;. I sat in the room alone with my newly born daughter in my arms and my heart was busting with pride, but that didn't last long. when i picked up the bottle to feed her it squirted formula in her eyes. My pride turned to panic when i realized i was screwing up the most simplest acts of parenting. After about two minutes my face was as wet as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Becky's&lt;/span&gt;, i could not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; i was crying...i never cry...but i was. The nurse came in and made a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;reference&lt;/span&gt; to me being a rookie and took her away. Now what kind of start was i off to? Was i going to be an idiot father? Hell No!!! i made a vow to become super dad right then and there. The years went by and i became a pro, and when a problem came up i thought back to how my dad or some other adult solved the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dilemma&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;applied&lt;/span&gt; that course of action.&lt;br /&gt;The other day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Becky&lt;/span&gt; came to me and needed help with one of her toys. I fixed it and handed it back to her with a pat on her head. She looked at me and said "Dad, you can fix anything can't you?" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; when it hit me. we never really "grow up", we just get older. Wisdom from our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;experiences&lt;/span&gt; replace our parents as we become parents ourselves. I looked my daughter in the eye and said "Yes Becky, I can fix anything"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2045168344013096578-1626244501090457494?l=beckysdadrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdadrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1626244501090457494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2045168344013096578&amp;postID=1626244501090457494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045168344013096578/posts/default/1626244501090457494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2045168344013096578/posts/default/1626244501090457494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdadrocks.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-i-was-little-it-amazed-me-to-no.html' title='Fatherhood'/><author><name>John Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15797847026096938511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T-aEFxVP1es/SXiljXQ30lI/AAAAAAAAABg/ZimRFypEl1Q/S220/leftbrdrwtrtwr.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
