tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37116363463314081142024-02-07T18:04:33.119-05:00The Man of Steel LegARMOR PLATED AND MOTIVATEDgordonfanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02587819414670669159noreply@blogger.comBlogger107125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711636346331408114.post-80218174007898181312010-01-10T06:10:00.007-05:002010-04-23T19:04:30.388-04:00Real Leadership<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihtyhh40fQWPFiNWjuMdy3E1muGlbdWgxyayL5yBPuhrzK01rsKEfxEcv_OY5LTzFckb6y8kMx6-IKNJOaguIO3O8uTXeNMr3DXTgH5vcEsAlQP7s_3zsF6ntucv0ynkY9GCCN4Du2m-97/s1600-h/turkey+trot+002.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425067439045225602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihtyhh40fQWPFiNWjuMdy3E1muGlbdWgxyayL5yBPuhrzK01rsKEfxEcv_OY5LTzFckb6y8kMx6-IKNJOaguIO3O8uTXeNMr3DXTgH5vcEsAlQP7s_3zsF6ntucv0ynkY9GCCN4Du2m-97/s400/turkey+trot+002.jpg" /></a> Have any of you ever thought how this life would be if we had no leaders? No one to inspire, or motivate us. Thank goodness life is not like that. We all have leaders, don't we. People like our modern day or scriptural prophets, and the General Authorities. Maybe our local church leaders. Captains of industry, sports stars, military hero's, or even fictional leaders like Yoda or Captain Kirk inspire us to be better than we thought we could be. Personally, I regard common people who stage enormous, courageous efforts everyday in pursuit of lofty goals and dreams are some of the most inspirational leaders I will ever know. To this end I want to talk about a leader who has done so much for my wife and I that "thank you" just doesn't cover how I feel. She has strengthened our marriage by giving my wife and I goals and dreams for the future. Her motivation propelled my wife and I into accomplishing goals that not long ago either of us would have comprehended doing, and continues this day to inspire us to even greater goals for our future. I will be forever grateful to this leader for being my escort and support during my first 5k when Sylvia couldn't because of her first foot surgery, or stay with me at the hospital during her second surgery. You all have probably figured out by now that the leader I want to salute and give a shout out to is the team captain of Pink Princess Racing, and our very dear friend and "sister" Maura Prince. Her raw determination to accomplish her extremely lofty goal of running a half marathon is in a word, INCREDIBLE. Her example of leadership to us in our teams is very inspirational, and I can't wait to witness that glorious, life changing moment when we wildly welcome her back after she crosses the finish line on that day. It is going to be a great day indeed Other notable events for that weekend will be:<br />. Sylvia's first 5k since recovering from foot surgery.<br />. my first Flying Pig 5k and second ever 5k event. ( this time I'm going with Sylvia and can't wait to finally finish a 5k along side her.)<br />. and the main event, Maura and Mikayla Prince's first ever half marathon.<br />Sylvia and I joke that all this is Maura's "fault, but Sylvia and I couldn't be happier that the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">truly</span> God given blessing that is Pink Princess and Silver Knight racing has become such a huge part of our lives. And we have one very special friend to thank for it. The original Pink Princess, Maura. I finished the Turkey Trot in 1 hour 15 minutes. My goal for the Pig is 1:05. I know I can do it. We have a great example to follow. Lastly, I want to wish the teams the very best of luck at this years Pig, especially Maura and Mikayla in the half marathon.<br /><br /><br /><div>,</div>gordonfanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02587819414670669159noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711636346331408114.post-33663242737004694372009-08-04T09:33:00.006-04:002009-08-05T07:25:55.413-04:00Glimpses of Greatness<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjI4Xw6wSEgIxp5hjEVdySiGtq_r4vXl-Az_bBuS18sc6F2aQS_ZurmxfYpUXmRS7Ga9An2vN_qNc0w4kiCEAOQsIsW8z1k-eoliNbzrCPiEDQGTj1un548bWyyf9TzT0_5FjFYoGUglZB/s1600-h/101_0504.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366103845575199650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjI4Xw6wSEgIxp5hjEVdySiGtq_r4vXl-Az_bBuS18sc6F2aQS_ZurmxfYpUXmRS7Ga9An2vN_qNc0w4kiCEAOQsIsW8z1k-eoliNbzrCPiEDQGTj1un548bWyyf9TzT0_5FjFYoGUglZB/s400/101_0504.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Anyone who knows me knows how much I absolutely love a good race. Last weekend was no exception at the running of the annual Jenni Evans road race. Pink Princess fielded three of its best at this years race and they were AWESOME. Mikayla was first back, and as I said, "she crossed the line like she was in a car." She looked like she had just run a 100 yard dash as she completed her 3.2 mile run. The kid is a great runner Not to be outdone by his sister, Tanner came by about a minute or two later, smiling and waving as he ran by Sylvia and I on his way to the finish line. (Sylvia sat this event out due to a sore foot in hopes of nursing it back to health for the Black Squirrel 5k next month in Glendale.) A few minutes later, around the bend and up the hill came a hard charging Maura, running with all her strength towards a very impressive top 5 finish. What was the true beauty of Maura's run that day was that a couple of days prior to the race she had a very poor training run at Winton Woods which left her a little discouraged, This in mind, after she had such a good strong finish her smile was beaming and her overflowing happiness was an absolute joy to witness as well as be part of. So once again I say " Atta - girl Sis I couldn't be prouder of you. Once again you stood up to your challenge, and totally destroyed it. That thought in mind I just want to touch upon a moment in time that changed me. This didn't even involve our team. After Sylvia and our team left to go to the starting line, I went to find a place to sit while I waited for Syl to come and rejoin me for the finish of the race. I came across a young man, I would say he was in his early to mid twenties. He had a learning disability and wore braces on both of his knees, making his stride slow and quite awkward. Oh, did I say that he was also wearing a runners number bib? HE WAS A RACE ENTERANT. Although he was short in stature, he was giant in my eyes. I will never forget what I thought was superhuman bravery in this one lone individual. As I came to him I commended his courage for entering the race. He thanked me and asked me if I knew where the starting line was. He then left to go start the race. I never heard how he finished or even saw him again on Saturday, and I will more than likely not see him again, but I think now that every time I don't want to work out or walk that extra 10th the image of this one person is going to be with me. If there is one thing that this brief encounter said to me, It would be "Stop whining and do it ." or maybe "You have no reason to complain."gordonfanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02587819414670669159noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711636346331408114.post-77181300544235334792009-06-22T10:47:00.003-04:002009-06-22T11:25:33.908-04:00Flies are people too<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJgPsPQrghE6b1zMtpWHEK9ZInqsJjlApSOarGz_Y7906zrvusIHDWC49JtFgHX_bcJrv6zEoPp4K2bQPDnPgXVNj9kBq2x2Lvt4YvfdBE_s3UNtZSLej5o4j6P2L_vnuv5MceTuF-SQqN/s1600-h/Rhino+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350163875555742338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJgPsPQrghE6b1zMtpWHEK9ZInqsJjlApSOarGz_Y7906zrvusIHDWC49JtFgHX_bcJrv6zEoPp4K2bQPDnPgXVNj9kBq2x2Lvt4YvfdBE_s3UNtZSLej5o4j6P2L_vnuv5MceTuF-SQqN/s400/Rhino+2.jpg" border="0" /></a> Hey friends. I come to you today still sobered from the blatant act of horrific violence against an innocent creature that I witnessed a week ago. I now am outraged with the members of P.E.T.A. that our president during a Sunday morning political interview TV show would have the audacity and nerve to (gasp) kill a fly. Think of that poor creature, just innocently buzzing around looking for something dirty to land on, having his life so brutally cut short by our, I mean your elected leader. Just think about the poor fly's hundreds of now fatherless children that will never get the joy of seeing daddy come home again just because someone felt like swatting him.<br /><div>I'd keep going on this subject, but Im crying too hard now and I'm afraid my tears will short out my keyboard. </div><div></div><div>I'm sure glad P.E.T.A. was here to teach me that a fly was infact an animal that can be abused.</div><div>I have heard P.E.T.A. is now organizing a candle light vigil in this fly's memory at the new houefly habitat at the Cincinnati zoo. I will not be attending however because I've heard that I am being brought up on domestic terrorism charges for the hundreds of flies I've killed in my lifetime.</div><div></div><div>GET A GRIP PETA. It was just a fly. </div>gordonfanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02587819414670669159noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711636346331408114.post-85028898214401305542009-06-05T08:24:00.002-04:002009-06-05T08:28:18.049-04:00?????????<strong><em> "You think?"</em></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg35GTnd66lykA8zjYJjBd5fwe5P21nr1DDLBsbuR8HCWjPP0EMOJnmhE8DnADvYX3u_q1_EV0ZpxoGdIfNx4hbotRj6FCfxy9i6rpD_GOOIQ6cCvizC5adP8oyh8ClHAuo23UdoUp-kw58/s1600-h/headline.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343818735886527474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg35GTnd66lykA8zjYJjBd5fwe5P21nr1DDLBsbuR8HCWjPP0EMOJnmhE8DnADvYX3u_q1_EV0ZpxoGdIfNx4hbotRj6FCfxy9i6rpD_GOOIQ6cCvizC5adP8oyh8ClHAuo23UdoUp-kw58/s400/headline.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>gordonfanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02587819414670669159noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711636346331408114.post-36772981820611903992009-05-04T09:11:00.017-04:002009-05-06T14:03:19.821-04:00wow<em></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXGscxv-vrELJsKEib5qcfBXsIv9Vp9A696rn2OyWA-p4jzb1KxfqWW4nnAxEBka4hTFcb7W22-AbWxRaAd__xhfUKOb1Je7QPzNPQkxkdeKO9chwqpW_79-OZ-0KpMh78qjkUVJbGVbN4/s1600-h/in+training.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331956161054796466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXGscxv-vrELJsKEib5qcfBXsIv9Vp9A696rn2OyWA-p4jzb1KxfqWW4nnAxEBka4hTFcb7W22-AbWxRaAd__xhfUKOb1Je7QPzNPQkxkdeKO9chwqpW_79-OZ-0KpMh78qjkUVJbGVbN4/s320/in+training.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em>"What a day"</em></strong> There was a song released by Whitney Houston several years ago that said; "Give me one moment in time. When I'm more than I thought I could be." I've never really listened to or particularly enjoyed her music before, but after last Saturday this song now has a very special place in my heart........Because I experienced it. Over the last couple of months I've had the pleasure of watching Sylvia and Maura train for the Flying Pig. It was so inspirational and thrilling to be able to watch my beautiful "sister from another mother" mold my precious eternal best friend, and companion into a powerful, healthy, ambitious woman ready to take on anything life could throw at her. This picture shows one of those moments in time. I will not forget the pride that swelled in my chest as I stood and watched these two beautiful women jog towards me on one of our final training sessions prior to the Pig. Then came the big morning. It was a great morning, filled with fun and anticipation as the team gathered for the beginning of the 10k event and the performance by "The Three 10ers."<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331966102988961938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSrBezhuhU8n67HUnspWPh-Fqk5pkzXI6Cst_Oy_zTFDhmfJSW36-l0Wp3Vm521K7kVQBfoz796naNXiFXfLrMBlYzieuUkLsfn5jPEy7usZovF0N5daWzXR7UU0k3BhzDqk_lvgpZZoAb/s320/101_0388.JPG" border="0" />They were so primed and ready for their event as we all said our goodbyes, good lucks, and shared some hugs before sending them to their starting grid for a special treat. A pre-race stretch with Denise Austin. It was so wonderful to see how well these women did in their event. All three finished very respectably with Maura and Mikayla smashing their previous personal bests and Maura's sister-in -law Rhonda setting the bar very high for a long, promising racing career. ( she is a very experienced runner, but this was her first race.) Then came the sad part of the day when we went to the finish "swine" for the end of their event. Due to some weird rule change on the part of the event organizers we found the finish line area completely fenced off from spectators.<br />Because of this rule change, I was unable to go to the starting line again, so I said my goodbyes and good lucks with just one other special request. With a tear in my eye I said to Maura just one thing, " Take care of her for me." With that I made my way back to our car for a bite of lunch and to wait for the 5k participants to reach the finish swine. I went back out later and found myself a good viewing spot as close to the finish as I could get. It was not to long before I was treated to a beautiful sight, that one moment in time that made the entire day in a word, glorious. Up the road came my sweetheart, and my dear sister from another mother, dressed a like and both had just beaming smiles as they jogged side by side towards the finish line, well ahead of Sylvia's previous best finish.<br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331956555976998450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrUiz26W8q59ElHzXurQ4k0rBs1go_EjDBpKAIEWUOjiHrHlm2MNXqsnd1q8Yq1pXt0AA9EFVZW1V1WSyqjBgoFSyksXqhUTdSaXc9HmOzzqWM4pMit99FkUw5UN9uMe8bA80bpKJxzWei/s320/101_0402.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><br /><br /><p>Sylvia went into this event with one basic goal in mind, finish in less than an hour eclipsing her previous best time of 1:02 set at last year's Run for the Nuns. I cheered wildly as these two beautiful ladies went past me towards the finish swine. It was then that it came, the one moment in time that overwhelmed me with total joy and will be in my memory forever. As I watched towards the finish line I suddenly saw both Sylvia and Maura's hands shoot upward in celebration as they crossed the finish line with the official time clock showing 58:03. They had done it! My happiness was overwhelming. I couldn't help but repeating to myself "They did it, dog gonnit they did it" as the tears flowed freely down my cheeks. Not only is my team, Pink Princess Racing truly my new racing heroes, but it re affirmed my resolve to be on the road with them in 2010. In my 46 years, I've never known the level of love and friendship that I know now.</p><p>(<strong><em>Bloggers note; </em></strong>after the adjusted time compensating for the time between when the race started and when Sylvia and Maura actually crossed the starting line was released, their time is now posted at an awsome <em>55:43. <strong>WAY TO GO LADIES.)</strong></em></p><p>P2R, I love you. </p><p>2009 is going to be Beyawsome</p>gordonfanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02587819414670669159noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711636346331408114.post-85566922387884720752009-04-16T09:12:00.005-04:002009-04-16T10:27:55.063-04:00Thank goodness for the news<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ClA_jLLtu9TwdJJXD-Xaai3_uj7H7mcaQmRJhIneo9HnG6AY7cUpt0oc3DYso8rnDKkwWBkkB0Jlzi4bsNZztPyjPPlo7IZ66HxXap8GKv11doJc6rkIaXJKbnrvxaHVUYjWoyIrgGjt/s1600-h/101_0328.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325277062271819186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ClA_jLLtu9TwdJJXD-Xaai3_uj7H7mcaQmRJhIneo9HnG6AY7cUpt0oc3DYso8rnDKkwWBkkB0Jlzi4bsNZztPyjPPlo7IZ66HxXap8GKv11doJc6rkIaXJKbnrvxaHVUYjWoyIrgGjt/s320/101_0328.JPG" border="0" /></a> Every now and then the evening news reports a story that you could have never figured out without an "expert's" help. Stories such as " If your outgoing bill payments exceed your income you will go into debt," or "This basketball game is going to come down to whichever team scores the most baskets." I just wanted to give special mention to a new one I heard a couple of days ago, <strong><em>"Today's small cars do not fare well in collisions with larger cars." </em></strong>Well, who would have thought? I always knew that large cars have never fared well in collisions with freight trains, but this one escaped me. I wonder how many times it took this overpaid study group running Hummer's into Scion's to figure this one out. You know, I think this phenomenon just might explain why when I had my accident last year, My SUV wasn't quite as damaged as the mid-sized, 4-door sedan I hit. I did hear however that they did find similar conclusions in last year's NFL linebacker colliding with a pee wee league running back. <span style="font-size:85%;">(except in Cincinnati</span><span style="font-size:100%;">), or the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">milatary's</span><span style="color:#ffff00;">' </span>M1 battle tank versus mini coopers experiment. Well, if their is one thing that I took from this earth shattering news that larger cars are potentially safer than small ones, it is this, I now know that when it comes time to replace our <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Kia</span>, I need to do it with a car I can protect my beautiful wife in and feel safe driving. I think I found my choice<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325277294066025522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY_8ry8ZcSr6eVVjSw4GBeobnn6Vwx6RQjrLRtm1lMGGsPUKCYzhJQdtFsZbCgo4yWNQxmnfvTyOlLQrp_3Oiam8cmuooCOHMgV47k6rnul599BsxHFJj22wt-cxxI_uE9gCGBDnCfWy2l/s320/digger2.jpg" border="0" /><br /></span><div>I am SO glad that their are so many groups out there dedicated to making our lives safer and easier and as they do, we have the evening news to make sure these breakthroughs are shared with all of us.</div><div> </div><div>Oh yes I'm now proposing continuing these studies with a new experiment:</div><div> </div><div>How well would a horse jockey fare in a collision with a sumo <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">wrestler</span>? I start looking for volunteers tomorrow</div>gordonfanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02587819414670669159noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711636346331408114.post-84544210988462149682009-04-09T09:11:00.002-04:002009-04-09T09:18:45.724-04:00Hmmmmm.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiORJQEzwU8_38W3kXxl_QXhJkVD-c4LXuheyamz4HGuLknKgdlGAxluudTKENe0QryZqkTpKvloUg8l9eqRBbb33zsZdZqvv4VNfjcCwmXTUTfFFkasRtqWmZzhrYiu7fzKtcdHS9HiQnn/s1600-h/P+in+B"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322678818823938434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiORJQEzwU8_38W3kXxl_QXhJkVD-c4LXuheyamz4HGuLknKgdlGAxluudTKENe0QryZqkTpKvloUg8l9eqRBbb33zsZdZqvv4VNfjcCwmXTUTfFFkasRtqWmZzhrYiu7fzKtcdHS9HiQnn/s320/P+in+B" border="0" /></a> While watching TV last night I saw a commercial advertising photos with the Easter Bunny available at Bass Pro Shops.<br /><br />(thought:) Is it really very smart being in a Bass Pro Shop dressed as a rabbit?<br /><div></div>gordonfanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02587819414670669159noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711636346331408114.post-44688478643755819612009-03-29T10:26:00.005-04:002009-03-29T12:47:05.017-04:00Life's great Moments<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrvYgUFuHqnwQOFsOk-BRoPHW1E6ljndN-_eJMO2zAfcRLN5jE5SjIPSfCA5pbRl5qfh7rcfTdDYca53WmfbxDoLnQ22Llh8kQLHrvnnrwq97a9ZwHBATTpu7RgOTpNv0AMDhwxrajxwQm/s1600-h/Rhino+9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318616591184353138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrvYgUFuHqnwQOFsOk-BRoPHW1E6ljndN-_eJMO2zAfcRLN5jE5SjIPSfCA5pbRl5qfh7rcfTdDYca53WmfbxDoLnQ22Llh8kQLHrvnnrwq97a9ZwHBATTpu7RgOTpNv0AMDhwxrajxwQm/s320/Rhino+9.jpg" border="0" /></a> We all have those moments in life that we will never forget. Moments that will probably be etched in our memories forever. Examples are probably to many to list but I had one yesterday. that I would like to share.<br />As our readers now know, The girls of Pink Princess Racing have been training hard for the 5k and 10k events at May 2nd's Cincinnati Flying Pig. I too have been going with them . As P2R's humble crew chief and greatest fan I have been engaged in what I refer to as "spectator training." Their is a whole bunch of walking and standing involved in being a "squealer" and I need to work on my stamina and endurance to be able to be there for my team.<br /><div>We have been going to the hike\bike trail at Water Works Park But while Sylvia and Maura have been going out on the trail, I would choose to walk around the parking lot, leaving the ladies alone to train for their race without being slowed down by having me in tow. I determined that around the outside of this parking lot was approximately 2/10Th's of a mile and I would usually walk just 1 lap around it . (Pretty wimpy huh.) Friday, Sylvia got off work early and her and I went back to the park , We knew this day was going to be special when we came around the bend and found Maura there. Syl went out and joined up with her and I set out towards the parking lot. I guess I was feeling a little more ambitious this time because by the time the ladies returned, for the very first time I had completed <em><strong>2 Laps</strong></em>. I happily stated that I was only a half a lap away from a half mile' and the ladies basically said to me "Well, lets go." The pleasure of completing a personally un precedented third lap was only rivaled by having two such beautiful women to walk it with<strong><em>. BUT THEN CAME SATURDAY</em></strong>. Sylvia and I returned to the park with the same arrangement. I would do 2 laps and wait for her to return when her and I would do a 3rd lap. I set out and did my first 2 laps, but as I sat in our car waiting I came to a decision, I would give my darling best friend a surprise. I set out to complete my 3rd lap. As I completed it an exciting and indescribable happiness came over me. As I completed my 3rd lap I could feel a huge smile on my face and a tear streaming down one cheek as I looked towards the sky and quietly spoke one phrase, "Thank you God." I returned to our car again and sat quietly listening to my mp3 and drinking water, several minutes went by and still no sign of Sylvia returning yet. Then something remarkable happened . I stood up and set out on my 4th lap. Halfway into lap 4 I could see Sylvia coming around the bend RUNNING. That was an indescribable thrill to see and I stepped it up a notch to get back to the car before her. I did and met her at the end of the trail We embraced and kissed and enjoyed a beautiful moment together that was only amplified when I told her that the lap she saw me complete was not my second, but my FOURTH. We rested for a moment but then came the pivotal moment of the morning. Syl asked me "Do you want to go again?" My mouth wanted to say NO! but the rest of my body won out and my reply was a proud and confident, "HECK YES." My wife joined me for my 5th lap. This was my Victory Lap, because I had now for the first time since my last visit to Kentucky Speedway in Spring of 2007 walked a full mile outside. What an awesome experience that is going to be an enormous confidence builder for years to come. I also want to thank my beautiful wife and my sweet sister from another mother for not giving up on me. Sylvia, no man loves his wife more or is more grateful for her than I am for you, and Maura I am so thankful that you came into our lives You have been such a blessing to Sylvia and I, and I say again, I couldn't be prouder of you if I was your blood brother</div><div></div><div><strong><em>Ladies, Thanks for loving me.</em></strong></div>gordonfanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02587819414670669159noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711636346331408114.post-84313095700925739342009-03-26T10:47:00.002-04:002009-03-26T10:51:04.671-04:00another quote for the week<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-MgNJFqjiLxKbH3_eZsWlgSc2t5gQ4u5H0Pu2q2PYCF4A_g3pLl7nZnVQa6vK2fQCrSdrmaRbZ4cMQ90pzQTDdv-hNNuqHdRqj79YqkLZ2a-VnNZueHgLog0A5C8XQkcuZDyDwZxfFfIh/s1600-h/titanic.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317508883724870450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-MgNJFqjiLxKbH3_eZsWlgSc2t5gQ4u5H0Pu2q2PYCF4A_g3pLl7nZnVQa6vK2fQCrSdrmaRbZ4cMQ90pzQTDdv-hNNuqHdRqj79YqkLZ2a-VnNZueHgLog0A5C8XQkcuZDyDwZxfFfIh/s320/titanic.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>"Our economy is like a slow moving ocean liner." -<strong><em>Pres, Barak Obama</em></strong></div>gordonfanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02587819414670669159noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711636346331408114.post-12447538407902843132009-03-24T10:22:00.004-04:002009-03-24T10:29:26.168-04:00Quote of the week:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5hmjOzh9n032WFXw6Q25qPYui08E7cwrwSpaWSvqMwPjxYQJu9zAQKuVKG7Y7vsRaqC8JNIo6LObRHMktHN4TYcf0dGjbu9Ht57GXs9MXfVk9IxuCpU1babOUm3cvp7hUlgGcknEfF8ad/s1600-h/Rhino+7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316759888967261650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5hmjOzh9n032WFXw6Q25qPYui08E7cwrwSpaWSvqMwPjxYQJu9zAQKuVKG7Y7vsRaqC8JNIo6LObRHMktHN4TYcf0dGjbu9Ht57GXs9MXfVk9IxuCpU1babOUm3cvp7hUlgGcknEfF8ad/s320/Rhino+7.jpg" border="0" /></a>"Ring ring, Who is it? Destiny? I've been expecting your call."<br /><strong><em>-Rhino the Hamster</em></strong>gordonfanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02587819414670669159noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711636346331408114.post-8544906636757674232009-03-10T10:46:00.007-04:002009-03-10T18:33:31.314-04:00Returning to where it all began ( I sure hope there's no rain this time.)Many of you may remember this cherished photo of mine from a rain soaked 2008 Flying Pig. That was a day that changed my life forever. It was the day that my beautiful, beloved wife and eternal companion and I through the influence of a fabulous, God-sent friend and my sister from another mother, steered our lives towards, more healthy goal oriented living. It literally brought tears of extreme heart felt joy to my eyes as I watched these two beautiful women cross the finish line in their respective events on that day accomplishing some very lofty goals and enjoying the fruits of their training. As I have spoken of before though, this was also the creation of something that has become one of the most beloved things in my life, my team, "Pink Princess Racing."<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311576217402479778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdOCEBoRRXNBaK2NZNbugnZIqqAPVZcD2i3m-x_y-IR7X2GL2zU1nuNFYE3OMm9WI_tVvScvVuai55QHzRalJzP_Ytsw7W0xfkUWyhMRL9hPK2AOU7VwwbdEA85DuQEl5Id_l9QNtinVgF/s320/PICT0005.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><br /><br /><div>well folks, in a little over 5 weeks, on the morning of May 2<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ND</span> "<strong><em>Pink Princess Racing" </em></strong>will make it's 2009 debut returning to the streets of Cincinnati, in the event that started it all at the 2009 running of the Flying Pig<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311571221923374530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlEiKQdGg4FPMhHTy7seuHPt2iLM-SwNQZpn7z6U99Q5egUoQONJlsstY2HsPSEk8nuzgvt_-wiNO4gPfubACTChtupJhK1nfsYxoJYSIg_4N5ptF1jWNa-kXjF2qLVtxpevvpG93Bi_Q2/s320/0020.JPG" border="0" /></div></div><br /><p>P2R '09 is a stronger, trimmer team whose goals are even more ambitious this year. It really excites me that the team for the Pig will grow to include, Maura's daughter <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Mikayla</span>, Our sweet niece Courtney, and in her first event ever, Sylvia's younger sister and my darling "Lil Sis" Margaret. These ladies are truly my newest racing hero's Sylvia is entering the same event she participated in last year with one slight twist, she's entering as a runner rather than a walker this year. although she will both run and walk. It has been an inspirational thrill to watch Sylvia and Maura train together for this event and I am looking so forward to witnessing the accomplishment of their goals this year. I feel a little somber that my original goal of joining my team on the streets at this years event wont be realized but my time will come later this year. To sum things up, I couldn't be prouder of my team. All my adult life, I have had a profound respect and honor for fighters, I don't mean like in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">UFC</span> or the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">WWE</span>, but common people who have set goals for themselves or are doing battle with physical infirmities and fighting to improve themselves every day, To me this is what Pink Princess Racing is all about. I love my team and vow to follow their example So I want any of you who see any of my team over the coming <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">weeks</span> to be sure to wish them luck.</p><p><strong><em>FLYING PIG '09 HERE WE COME!</em></strong> </p>gordonfanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02587819414670669159noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711636346331408114.post-14185096778206596012009-02-19T09:03:00.006-05:002009-02-19T17:23:48.258-05:00Happy 22nd<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9STbZ8SVNYje2gNmgE5M-4HHBMwRwcJ8eiey5xH4VctrWx_wdHbyCE2OfnhRkr7KfF5zajJA_otjfXDV4gCD7x3EfLL-KLtBjCV5Qhee91Dqgk1YC00iiy2ApoQxa-Dq74NyhE_shaUvf/s1600-h/P+in+B2"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304509131755188690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9STbZ8SVNYje2gNmgE5M-4HHBMwRwcJ8eiey5xH4VctrWx_wdHbyCE2OfnhRkr7KfF5zajJA_otjfXDV4gCD7x3EfLL-KLtBjCV5Qhee91Dqgk1YC00iiy2ApoQxa-Dq74NyhE_shaUvf/s320/P+in+B2" border="0" /></a> Yes folks, tomorrow I will be looking back on 22 wonderful, fun filled, years of marriage with a beautiful, God sent young woman whose love and patience I don't always feel deserving of. Sylvia has been so priceless to me over these 22 years. I haven't been exactly the state of the art hubby, but she still freely and abundantly treats me as though I am. I love her so much, and thank God for helping us make our 22nd anniversary a reality. I've always felt that our relationship started on a special note after a very memorable event on that cold Friday morning in the Jordan River Temple that I wanted to share.<br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304509403443486514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfy0JPtFBvBgrC-kSU5wBbKOdN-E78gwEMENq6NND0KYFtfgbLHf4risxuvuWW0_pE1RkNL_FkICJdER07zBN4ciu70rl6t_wT5VABmME3XBudo168l7fH1cK9DdMbharZqXpFkyWlLwo-/s320/JR+Temple.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><br /><p>After changing into our temple clothes, myself, my father, and my escort (my best friends father) were taken to a bench to wait prior to going to the sealing room. We sat and enjoyed the spirit and quietly visited. While this was going on, I noticed a door in the corridor where we were sitting open, and out came a temple matron escorting an elderly woman also in temple clothes. The matron brought her over, and sat her on the bench next to me. The matron noticed the "To be married" name tag I had pinned to my chest and said, "Oh Brother Johnson, This is Sister Benson, Sister Benson, Brother Johnson is getting married today." (GASP) Sister Benson congratulated me and told me that she had just celebrated a big number anniversary with her husband. (the exact number of years escapes me now, but I did just remember seeing in Church News about President and Sister Benson recently celebrating their anniversary and the number of years that Sister Benson just spoke to me of sounded very familiar to the total mentioned in the church news. (GASP AGAIN) Sister Benson and the matron escorting her soon left, leaving me with a burning question now raging through my mind. "Was this a Sister Benson or <strong><em>THE</em></strong> Sister Benson?" The answer came in a very dramatic fashion a few moments later when around the corner came President Ezra Taft Benson, flanked by his aides. The three of us snapped to our feet and greeted the Prophet with handshakes and smiles. Later I came to find out that President and Sister Benson routinely did sessions in the Jordan River Temple on Friday mornings. Talk about being at the right place at the right time, huh. It took a moment at that time for it to sink in that I had just been given the privilaged honor of shaking the hand of the Prophet of God. Since then I've always considered this experience a good omen on our marriage.</p><p>I guess what it all boils down to with this post is I want to give honor and praise to a precious beautiful and marvelous woman, who despite all my shortcomings ( there are a few things I fall short on other than just my right leg,) still loves me like I was perfect and allows me to be me. I love you sweethaert.</p><p>Thanks for 22 fabulous years</p>gordonfanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02587819414670669159noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711636346331408114.post-42163606003996230922009-02-06T18:50:00.001-05:002009-02-06T18:54:54.636-05:00In Loving Memory<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOv7dlTs-0Kt4ccXAcfCd6ut9fNW_n10PYx6KZ5jOTIhxMLP7inhkUkyi_0_9pMI3P8sFr__zPQL-_6I2goXgkOWJJ5TpiwSeysM29CsCIK9A7SE7APtFbOcaSn7EHleMVHrrratA88BLY/s1600-h/100_0045.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299836384281530258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOv7dlTs-0Kt4ccXAcfCd6ut9fNW_n10PYx6KZ5jOTIhxMLP7inhkUkyi_0_9pMI3P8sFr__zPQL-_6I2goXgkOWJJ5TpiwSeysM29CsCIK9A7SE7APtFbOcaSn7EHleMVHrrratA88BLY/s320/100_0045.JPG" border="0" /></a> <strong><em>"Lad"</em></strong><br /><strong><em>1998-2009</em></strong><br /><strong><em>"You will be missed"</em></strong>gordonfanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02587819414670669159noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711636346331408114.post-51510392414878872902009-01-29T15:55:00.001-05:002009-01-29T16:00:14.204-05:00Quote of the week:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8ZLlzW3Zt0AvKjh2-SXvv4lg4FeGrtWw097e5oRaLc-bGvAMtmBqnFYRKpYFgqHjbV-lQkXldE7ani_3bGeaC8Zw8EStsZnjUGE7dvZwSjwGXleHEEyXSBo9Yc6l_hGW2endczeNi8HyZ/s1600-h/PATRICK.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296822422484123954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8ZLlzW3Zt0AvKjh2-SXvv4lg4FeGrtWw097e5oRaLc-bGvAMtmBqnFYRKpYFgqHjbV-lQkXldE7ani_3bGeaC8Zw8EStsZnjUGE7dvZwSjwGXleHEEyXSBo9Yc6l_hGW2endczeNi8HyZ/s320/PATRICK.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em>"Classy sophisticates like us should not stain our lips with cursing." </em></strong>-Patrick Stargordonfanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02587819414670669159noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711636346331408114.post-8998043777342878762008-12-30T03:35:00.001-05:002009-01-02T12:20:14.668-05:00AULD LANG SYNE (at least I think that's how you spell it)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn3C2C0tsuPzD31cclb8wiuEw0XWozp3Uo2G0TujcL9st8x3lqxDnQX152V5suprS53IGMfj2F9XSi9ozISCb9gJuYLe-MS1viepZSHOu-9wD-rgbYs6tAN8PwLStlQEnhY6ZOEz1dNzKM/s1600-h/PICT0045.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285500902509993858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn3C2C0tsuPzD31cclb8wiuEw0XWozp3Uo2G0TujcL9st8x3lqxDnQX152V5suprS53IGMfj2F9XSi9ozISCb9gJuYLe-MS1viepZSHOu-9wD-rgbYs6tAN8PwLStlQEnhY6ZOEz1dNzKM/s320/PICT0045.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Well it's 3:45am and I'm staying awake so that the dog will let Syl sleep preparatory to her work day. HAPPY NEW YEAR everyone ! I am sure that I, like all of you are now looking back and re counting the memories of 2008. There were a lot of them, weren't their. The windstorm and blackout, the economic turmoil, the presidential election result, the Bengals, and other hardships and disasters plagued our lives this year, but I'm sure that the choice good times far out-weighed them. I wish to share a couple of my personal favorites.<br /><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285514416923951474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv7YPpbaQ3mxPrSM66YQ2gqfG2rnTxZXrUc5aonuhepWrzUb-NVz5T5mp4N-qCnlEZ4FNm6-h6D8i1XUoMy2L_0QOl4KjCixZKn1WuRWTFaqXpeeftOZkxHIPjW3OpHyxWg177-vjFRiKE/s320/Scan.jpg" border="0" />This was the year that my darling sister in law, Debra, took my even darlinger wife and the rest of the Gardner girls on the adventure of a lifetime. I will always be very grateful to Deb for this generous gift. To see Sylvia's eyes and smile light up when she shares memories of her cruise is a true delight to me. In my book, eventhough I wasn't invited, as were any of the men in the family, this truly made it a gift for me too. Thanks again Deb.<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285500235027512962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhERDojwgG-owLaedppyYGdVQuBTNqYL3xenrjVuRKVrQe-e0sKtQ5vbDYkGWUVjm2udVsTg4maCCgKNqQqmFhQGENo_qbVYycz6-JVMKulORCVOSsXDDPY7c8P8TFTf-A6xfPBJOELjJQk/s320/PICT0005.JPG" border="0" />This was also the year that on a VERY rainy early spring morning I got the pleasure of seeing two beautiful women accomplish a very lofty goal when they took to the rain soaked streets of Cincinnati and completed the 2008 Flying Pig 5k, and in doing so creating something that will not only be about my favorite memory of 2008, but a very cherished memory of mine for years to come if not the rest of my life. It was the birth of Pink Princess Racing. When this happened I got to watch an amazing thing. I got to see our lives improve and change as we turn towards more healthy goal oriented living as Sylvia and I set our sights on being more physically conscious. The team eventually grew to include Maura's daughter Mikayla, Sam Hoffart, my adorable niece Courtney King, and in 2009 we are all very anxious to be joined by none other than Toni McElwain. My team participated in three other events during 2008 and we are all looking forward to a great 2009 season, when even I, P2R's crewchief and photographer plan on getting off the sideline, and out on the road with my team. I can't, however post a tribute to the Pink Princesses without a special shout-out to the woman whose influance, friendship, and personality made P2R a reality, Our dear friend and sister, Maura. From the bottom of my heart Maura, thank you for all the smiles, love, and laughter you've given Sylvia and I through the year, and I'm looking forward to a whole bunch more in the year to come. This leads into another fond memory of 2008. I feel that this was the year that our friendship with the Prince family really began to flourish and grow. This friendship has truly made me feel "ten feet tall and bulletproof," as a country song I once liked said.<br /><br />WE <em><strong>REALLY </strong>love you guys.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Happy New Year everybody. Two days ago I heard a blurb on the news that refered to 2008 as "dismal." I disagree. I think </em>anyone can find more happy and joyeous memories if they look for them, and it is my hope that anyone reading this posting will be able to find great happiness in the year to come.<br /><br /><div align="center">once again from the MOSL:</div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">HAVE A HAPPY AND PROSPEROUS<br />NEW YEAR </span></em></strong></div>gordonfanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02587819414670669159noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711636346331408114.post-5768898594713465472008-12-18T20:01:00.000-05:002008-12-22T12:36:06.217-05:00Quote of the month<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_vijfnjCdhvuGpCstQ9n8f8vlbYmxNGWQPfSpS4hyr3F_kXEkSEgp8YCcFrZRKECqRq9I0nHhZbvMwASdIUy4w2eFXrtuF9kmlnPN7MF6qXp4JycVmLjIZCRx8cGzQdd_0wX0zVF4nbXs/s1600-h/christmas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282669555970311522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_vijfnjCdhvuGpCstQ9n8f8vlbYmxNGWQPfSpS4hyr3F_kXEkSEgp8YCcFrZRKECqRq9I0nHhZbvMwASdIUy4w2eFXrtuF9kmlnPN7MF6qXp4JycVmLjIZCRx8cGzQdd_0wX0zVF4nbXs/s400/christmas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em>" Christmas is Jesus' birthday, and WE get the presents." -Savanna Prince</em></div>gordonfanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02587819414670669159noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711636346331408114.post-67853615733764519422008-12-16T11:18:00.000-05:002008-12-16T11:45:29.613-05:00FOR SALE BY GOVE er oh OWNER, yeah thats it OWNER<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDwpQd7LVAXEwfIJYlB_4FgtwQ1hC6oXaCbQ1Ps4EEt456Nx1bSToI0VxBbW-FOmpG13DtBZNIEusmOJj9vYitlcIXHCusnrG9oIRPkPWQjSOUBx5tUX_n_MEOFi-U2eH4PJwta-QfRGvs/s1600-h/101_0269.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280423411071073266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDwpQd7LVAXEwfIJYlB_4FgtwQ1hC6oXaCbQ1Ps4EEt456Nx1bSToI0VxBbW-FOmpG13DtBZNIEusmOJj9vYitlcIXHCusnrG9oIRPkPWQjSOUBx5tUX_n_MEOFi-U2eH4PJwta-QfRGvs/s400/101_0269.JPG" border="0" /></a> For Sale, one genuine, U.S.Senate seat representing the state of confusion, uh I mean Illinois. Previous owner moving out of state for the next four years. (at least I hope it's just for the next 4 years,) so must sell. Seat hardly used and in like new condition. No experience necessary to purchase. If you are Democra, uh I mean, INTERESTED, call The Illinois State House at, 1 (800) CRO OKED, ask for Rod<br /><div></div>gordonfanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02587819414670669159noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711636346331408114.post-69166160935838789312008-11-16T15:08:00.001-05:002008-11-22T06:54:31.495-05:00She Tagged Me<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg60Gjo7PcoQKyMfxbn5iRc30_3mAK6zWsbZs_qqkC6oGFh4Sn9oHqs6ZKtTovYEDkcVUEGDjXJpPLQ7y6oHoh2Ou2theG52guhNRl9IjgMqwMpXJgN97qDUnHmX-sfGhPI-q9V95kVazp0/s1600-h/101_0249.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269351276861085682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg60Gjo7PcoQKyMfxbn5iRc30_3mAK6zWsbZs_qqkC6oGFh4Sn9oHqs6ZKtTovYEDkcVUEGDjXJpPLQ7y6oHoh2Ou2theG52guhNRl9IjgMqwMpXJgN97qDUnHmX-sfGhPI-q9V95kVazp0/s400/101_0249.JPG" border="0" /></a> OK, so I was blog surfing the other day when much to my pleasant surprise I discovered that my sweet sister from another mother Maura (<a href="http://pamperedprincessmaura.blogspot.com/">http://pamperedprincessmaura.blogspot.com/</a>) had tagged me. Never having been one to turn down a challenge, here it goes.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The rules, as I understand them are simple;<br />1. Link to the person who tagged you.<br />2.Mention the rules on your blog.<br />3. Tell 6 un-spectacular quirks about yourself<br />4.Tag 6 other unsuspecting bloggers by linking with them<br />5.Leave a comment on each of their blogs informing them that they too have been tagged<br /><br /><br />So Buckle your seat belts everyone, here we go<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />QUIRKS, <em>(as if)</em><br /><br /><br /><p>1. Like<em> Maura I too once had an interest in learning a new language. But i didn't pursue this interest because I decided there was really no practical need </em>for a knowledge of social Klingon. I have however over the years learned enough Spanish to order a meal at Taco Bell or any other Spanish fast food establishment. I can however after my mission to North Carolina speak fluent southern, </p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p>2.Being the life long car-guy that I am, I have had a dream of owning a classic muscle car and having it pictured in Hot Rod Magazine. I remember browsing the pages of Hot Rod as a kid and seeing all the pictures of the beautiful vehicles in there and thinking how absolutely cool it would be to have a car that I owned and created pictured in such a great magazine. I realize now that my beloved and dearly missed old yellow Chevy might be the closest I will ever come to accomplishing this dream due to today's economy, I did get a taste of this dream however when I got pictures of three of my model cars featured in the Nascar models page of Modelers Corner at <a href="http://www.slixx.com/">http://www.slixx.com/</a>.</p><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271447435732423234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvM9x8uEuKh1sK2XtzNUsrL3mCAKeDzYiRZqSzXqp8XLJhodPVbWQw4pv_DOGgQly0wAk5y1vBkoy6TZfTblLloTTlr8jGszgjNsglg4Co-Bp9F6Hlxlj5GZ_UjHNpaDEsPMsFyUkA1LYH/s400/mustang.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p>3.My late father fostered a deep love for world war 2 era aircraft in me. One of my very fondest memories of my childhood with him were the times that he and I would go and park at the airport and watch the planes and sometimes much to my pleasure the helicopters come and go. My father was a vetran of the Army Air Corps and a non-combat pilot in WW2 so he had a love for the aircraft of that day which he passed a long to me rather easily. I think that today, I love the P-51D Mustang as much as the Ford Mustang. One day after returning to work following my dads funeral I was outside in the yard at Western Building Supply on a beautiful cloudless day. I heard an unmistakable sound overhead. It was the sound of an AT-6 Texan trainer airplane passing by. This airplane's wings and fuselage were polished chrome, and in the brilliant sunlight on that day this beautiful old warplane was shining so blindingly bright that it almost looked celestial. I stood and watched it, crying</p><br /><br /><p>To this day I think it was my dad checking on me. </p><br /><br /><p>4.I may possibly be the only 46 year old male in captivity to love Spongebob Squarepants </p><br /><br /><p>5. I love C.G.I. laid en movies. If the special effects are off the hook, the more I enjoy it. That is a big reason why I loved the movies "Iron Man," "Independence Day," "Transformers,""Pearl Harbor," and "Poseidon" as much as I did.</p><br /><br /><p>6.My bucket list is simple, I want to attend races in Daytona, ( its awesome that my wife now would love to travel back to Florida, but I fear that doing it on the second week of February will be a tough sell.) I also want to attend races in Talledega and Bristol as well as own a new Dodge Charger<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270135567008396626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVhrYOVBgqVD_bxEy947WKTyczYL05WziNE15D9Hlrd9YYmABcjBBKdNNidIHb0WdVXHIYiHWt4pd_-A5fIgvYRwWSpdKNqfWHKhVTqbOk1t9GaTercuUxP3xtGmQBN5leJIxWRfD77ib6/s400/charger.jpg" border="0" /><br />I now Tag:</p><br /><br /><p>Our dear and relocated friend Leslie (<a href="http://www.throughrose-coloredglasses.blogspot.com/">http://www.throughrose-coloredglasses.blogspot.com/</a>)</p><br /><p>My Friend Scott (<a href="http://www.low-techworld.blogspot.com/">http://www.low-techworld.blogspot.com/</a>) </p><br /><p>Good Friend and leader Shaylene (<a href="http://www.luntfamily.blogspot.com/">http://www.luntfamily.blogspot.com/</a>)</p><br /><p>Friend and fun lover Luanne (<a href="http://www.louonblog.blogspot.com/">http://www.louonblog.blogspot.com/</a>)</p><br /><p>A true friend and inspiration Patti (<a href="http://www.betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/">http://www.betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/</a>)</p><br /><p>Another Great friend, Our Mama, Michelle (<a href="http://www.mamadehotel.blogspot.com/">http://www.mamadehotel.blogspot.com/</a>)</p><br /><p>I truely hope you have enjoyed this look inside the MOSL<br /></p><br /><p></p>gordonfanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02587819414670669159noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711636346331408114.post-89531258141770035302008-10-31T23:51:00.000-04:002008-11-03T11:05:50.109-05:00Pausing to remember<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLqUT4OKXlgOxVY5gO8CDzXMDUxOTHN8MsDhblWCrgF1XnGsb0SKCeWGqiTQggVrxykg_EMdcMyx9xCffzp6_BIegqzeW14WdO0IgverKM_g6zybeLXZM7fS5WxECEraia0HON8AleqyCF/s1600-h/PICT0172.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263533027038836786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLqUT4OKXlgOxVY5gO8CDzXMDUxOTHN8MsDhblWCrgF1XnGsb0SKCeWGqiTQggVrxykg_EMdcMyx9xCffzp6_BIegqzeW14WdO0IgverKM_g6zybeLXZM7fS5WxECEraia0HON8AleqyCF/s400/PICT0172.JPG" border="0" /></a> October 30th will be a day etched in my memory forever.This day, ten years ago was the day of my amputation, which cements it as a day that changed my life forever. As I pause to reflect on where my life has gone since that fateful day in 1998, I can say that the only things that I lost with my right foot are the ability to drive a standard transmissioned car, and to bowl, and I am certain that I could re-train myself to bowl if I ever wanted to. I can also say with full conviction that God loves me. I have been given so many blessings over the last ten years that I can't count them all, but I do want to give recognition to a few of them. Now you should be able to guess what the greatest blessing in my life has been. I think that if you were to look in the dictionary for the words "True Love'" you would undoubtedly see my darling wife's picture next to the definition. She truly is what love , and support are all about. In the last ten years I've given her more reasons to give up on me than I can count, and I'm not even counting last months car wreck after running a red light. She is still, however standing steadfast next to me showing me more love than sometimes I feel I deserve. I have also been blessed with the love and support of a great family, and good friends whom I love with all my heart and give thanks for daily. I have been given the support of wonderful in-laws. Dad and Bobbye have never been more than just a phone call away and they have always had our backs. Their support of us over the last ten years has been truly Heaven-sent. I can't however speak about being Heaven -sent without mentioning our dear friends the Prince family. My sister from another mother Maura has dad such a profound impact on us over the last year by instilling in us a desire to improve ourselves that I will be always be grateful to her and love her like the sister I never had.<br />I guess to sum this all up some people feel sorry for people who have lost a limb. I hope no one does for me. Heavenly Father has really taken good care of me.<br /><br /><br /><div></div>gordonfanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02587819414670669159noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711636346331408114.post-36733260445154078422008-10-23T09:38:00.001-04:002008-10-23T09:41:20.598-04:00Quote of the week:<em></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggIEGJBQtXNATbBmiHZ_MqQi1OsDGe5PPId92QQ5C4GN69jHvLjhz7pB3H2UXfNM9oB1Kmsyt7hsLISRS7laRqduLg0lFYoGZC4FHCe15jpCdt2_UOrtFYfRQFax5kNTNz-Ge7yjY3imqg/s1600-h/Batbomb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260343387792067586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggIEGJBQtXNATbBmiHZ_MqQi1OsDGe5PPId92QQ5C4GN69jHvLjhz7pB3H2UXfNM9oB1Kmsyt7hsLISRS7laRqduLg0lFYoGZC4FHCe15jpCdt2_UOrtFYfRQFax5kNTNz-Ge7yjY3imqg/s400/Batbomb.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em>"Somedays you just can't get rid of a bomb." </em></strong><span style="font-size:85%;">-Batman</span>gordonfanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02587819414670669159noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711636346331408114.post-60191717115353167432008-10-05T10:03:00.000-04:002008-10-07T15:05:27.197-04:00My Heroes have always been racers<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_6ZpDutgOfgV05tjZDnsqwarrYj7z3hOhyAgylUyxMsTul4d1dtnBH68JL5Crx_Eeq40zrrLB2RnL6xavoJ0pryTQtjpmZX71um1PdI4VcmbREBzg1_zPfh9NenbDDc3M_vJyCCbckiSY/s1600-h/PICT0045.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253670700446065394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_6ZpDutgOfgV05tjZDnsqwarrYj7z3hOhyAgylUyxMsTul4d1dtnBH68JL5Crx_Eeq40zrrLB2RnL6xavoJ0pryTQtjpmZX71um1PdI4VcmbREBzg1_zPfh9NenbDDc3M_vJyCCbckiSY/s400/PICT0045.JPG" border="0" /></a> As you may know I am a very profound "Car Guy." Race cars have been part of my life as far back as I can remember. In fact, I'm pretty sure my teething ring was a steering wheel. Some of the most cherished memories of my childhood were going to the old quarter mile oval at the Utah State Fairgrounds on Saturday nights with my dad. The local racing talent quickly became heroes to me. men such as Joel Terry, "Wild"Bill Madsen, and Danny Caputo. This went on until my teenage years when after the closure of the Fairgrounds Speedway I started going to the old Bonneville drag strip also in Salt Lake. There, with my friends of those years I got my first taste of big time auto racing being able to see some of the men who are now the biggest names in the sport of Drag Racing compete. This went on till my darling wife and I moved to Ohio and I was introduced to Nascar. <em>And the rest, shall we say, is history.</em><br /><br /><em>I can now however say that I have new racing heroes. They are only loud when they are laughing together. They don't compete in beautiful, brightly colored race cars. They don't beat very many physical opponents, but they are fiercely aggressive against their personal ones. They aren't even particularly very fast. (<span style="font-size:85%;">except for Mikayla.) </span><span style="font-size:100%;">But I have seen more beauty, excitement, and life changing inspiration at their events than at most car races I've attended and I thank God daily for my association with them. Of course my new heroes I'm speaking of if you haven't guessed already are the girls of Pink Princess Racing</span></em><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253713314564395874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2aTextx6oBevmrHmKxMx55zCn9kk_X6bckpxozyiuhDZWiGE8_tX53MpCKSbR1IJJNxt0UhQSliSxRa66qnAHacTumF1OKc80Vdeb5IbQc4Bz-AMWssBIZKBHWK0Q4Pn6IbkPIQB_CJIY/s400/PICT0043.JPG" border="0" />Yesterday, "my team" participated in the fifth annual Run with the Nuns at Winton Woods. There, all four members broke their previous personal best marks, with Mikayla taking an impressive fourth place for her age group. <em>YOU GO GIRL!</em><br /><p>But the "hero" I really want to brag up is my darling Sylvia. During her race she came across a young girl whose young companions were overwhelmed by the difficulty of the task at hand and decided to give up, leaving this sweet little girl all by herself and doubting her own resolve to finish the race, Syl spoke to her and encouraged her to continue the race. The two of them walked along as Syl heard delightful stories of the things and activities commonly important to a child until they could see the finish line and Syl pointed that the award was in sight and encouraged her to go for it and finish the race. As it turned out, Sylvia, my best friend and darling eternal companion freely sacrificed what would have been the exciting accomplishment of a benchmark goal, to see a young girl whom she didn't know prior to this race, accomplish hers. Incidentaly Sylvia still beat her previous best time by almost four minutes. </p><p>General conference was still several hours away, but I had already learned a profound lesson about living Christ-like on this beautiful Autumn morning.</p><p>Now don't get me wrong, I still love motor sports as much as I ever have, but my being the "crew chief" of Pink Princess Racing has taught me their is something much bigger to life.</p><p>So in conclusion I just want to say to the members of P2R, particularly the team captains My darling wife Sylvia. and my sweet sister from another mother Maura. Thanks for letting me tag a long. I can't wait till Thanksgiving. </p><p>Love you guys.</p>gordonfanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02587819414670669159noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711636346331408114.post-61114959619065799972008-10-03T13:57:00.000-04:002008-10-03T14:14:40.719-04:00A retractionAny of you visiting my blogsite recently may have seen my sidebar item titled: "Welcome back KITT," endorsing the premier of the new Knight rider series on TV. I am taking back my endorsement of this show at this time. It saddens me that the day and age we live in took what was such a fun show in the 1980's and turned it into a poorly-acted, pornographic mess.<br />If any of you have any curiosity about this series, please don't waste your time with it. I couldn't be sorrier that I ever did.gordonfanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02587819414670669159noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711636346331408114.post-65915091259559660352008-09-19T09:06:00.000-04:002008-09-19T10:03:58.970-04:00Didn't really like Ike<div><div><div>I guess last Sunday just didn't quite grasp the whole "day of rest" concept. I'm certain my wife and I aren't the only ones who came home from church looking for a quiet, uneventful evening only to have it blown away literally.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247718915682639202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid_p8ecuPDnyp8c2Wlv9curIQueF45OD32fkUvEl0lewdmyMwP7Mni-KFxQm5Px_YxN8qtIJp6XNlvq38ISPNQZRFoUT7aBBG8SiuUMMzb4H0mzO0Jqz_bKJTrFm-YaA8OBQJNg6tgwgiK/s400/PICT0007.JPG" width="400" border="0" /><br />My first sign that we were all in for something really big was when I was in our kitchen starting to fix our lunch when out our back window I saw this huge tree limb go down in our neighbors back yard. I knew the wind was really whipping up, but I never would have imagined it was this much.</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247719401646888290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 389px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="324" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG_Ar6tgbi_iMcei5GLx6UCHD3AC0aFqdZeLHS6qh9aiI1KoGYXzDRYh9eLuvkJF_Rcvm-wDJ4_wbmb93LrxkLr8cMo8aKKbCpQKZYcGBc4bu5GZ97e3V-bTJSYhcXmzgDFXJBgDEZ-3al/s400/PICT0010.JPG" width="400" border="0" /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247719757266561730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="307" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOKywU-siStGL0RXWHj9rLQSuqBhYPWsJF3tEepy69P3RE-3h-E6cKlchb1yCEI92_xMVUbdBqrG-B6Gehqzpe51GSACh81VwrsDNsifkgRDNh0IrSD2Z0G4-gK3hZpqJS03hw1WT1egd0/s400/PICT0011.JPG" width="400" border="0" /></div></div></div><br /><p>Hey Mama and Papa D, we had our front yard tree try to come into our house for safety too, although ours didn't actually get in. Ours just got to our front porch. By this time the power was out so the nervous adrenaline at least on my part was really starting to flow.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247720168388707810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0O5Gri4p_yvPdIyUUzRZ5q240m6ym6p7Kt-fBpkK2Qmv_mEOlm-k0k8ZaBI-l66FEN1azgQ1WQKBlMfe946AxooVWUnO9FGUAUA0rq6SyH1K8HjK_3RL_JYqzjxBpSu-GhVHCQ899cWvR/s400/PICT0018.JPG" border="0" /></p><p>But I guess I didn't comprehend the full scope of what happened until I took a drive around our neighborhood on Monday and saw this on the other side of the block from us . There is a line from the movie "Twister" that I love that was really reminded to me on this day, " Woo hoo, It's the wonders of nature baby." But more so than this, one can't look at all the damage without marveling at the awesome power of God. The MOSL would like to give a special shout-out to Bro. Mark Anderson. who loaded his family into their van and went out to personally check on ward members, and our home teachers, The Cruz brothers, who were on the phone with us volunteering help and checking our welfare. From the bottom of our hearts, Thank you.</p><p>-MOSL</p><p>(P.S. did anyone else notice that the church was completly unharmed. HMMMMM)</p>gordonfanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02587819414670669159noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711636346331408114.post-80445989820591600032008-09-07T17:10:00.001-04:002008-09-07T17:36:54.806-04:00Quote of the week:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAVBneU_iOGLb6kp4Uyvw1wgwTXQoAjAGVbJ8VumET0iA7qvgGv6YndNVHFVpzMao1VXo3EI_-HPwSnvmGM-r2_oB_C3eJLk5DEtI9ctyEI2ByUS8IOppP-z8V11yzsEc2MhPZSTrtHa6T/s1600-h/PO.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243390011017134914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAVBneU_iOGLb6kp4Uyvw1wgwTXQoAjAGVbJ8VumET0iA7qvgGv6YndNVHFVpzMao1VXo3EI_-HPwSnvmGM-r2_oB_C3eJLk5DEtI9ctyEI2ByUS8IOppP-z8V11yzsEc2MhPZSTrtHa6T/s400/PO.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em>"There is no charge for awsomeness</em></strong><br /><strong><em>.................or attractiveness."</em></strong><br />- Po, the Kung Fu Panda<br /><div></div>gordonfanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02587819414670669159noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711636346331408114.post-91054491503700607062008-09-02T10:30:00.001-04:002008-09-02T19:45:34.895-04:00Quote of the week:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnGrS1i6KAOKywiPDBKMdoEcNRHA22O97hwy-0NbM6IMhC4mBuONkm_xhRW-YjD-Py8qT5rxx-AxHc6z64xZdRpG6FUGY5FGODlySSRkiZnr6YsIjYyV70aPpV1r9ySm4CzGueq9C99C32/s1600-h/the+Rock.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241431561114680706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnGrS1i6KAOKywiPDBKMdoEcNRHA22O97hwy-0NbM6IMhC4mBuONkm_xhRW-YjD-Py8qT5rxx-AxHc6z64xZdRpG6FUGY5FGODlySSRkiZnr6YsIjYyV70aPpV1r9ySm4CzGueq9C99C32/s320/the+Rock.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>" <strong><em>Winners, never say no." </em></strong>-Dwayne (<strong><em>"The Rock") </em></strong>Johnson, </p><p>from the movie: " The Game Plan."</p>gordonfanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02587819414670669159noreply@blogger.com1