<?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-32255376</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:49:56.207-07:00</updated><category term='home'/><category term='guitar picking'/><category term='tunes'/><category term='James Taylor'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='mr.fixit'/><category term='urge'/><category term='trailer'/><category term='chores'/><category term='bitchypoo'/><category term='party'/><category term='music'/><category term='write'/><category term='up to par'/><category term='guitar'/><category term='October Road'/><category term='television'/><category term='24'/><category term='clean'/><category term='cleaning'/><title type='text'>Life and Projects</title><subtitle type='html'>"The winds of grace blow all the time. All we need to do is set our sails." - Ramakrishna</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Harley Ray Hawkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879585667599199213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/252049403_5f4f5a4a5d_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32255376.post-4283851029372486372</id><published>2008-04-02T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T14:25:41.037-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James Taylor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='October Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guitar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guitar picking'/><title type='text'>The Right Key</title><content type='html'>I just washed my dishes, and cleaned the kitchen up a little. And then I practiced my guitar for about an hour. I played the CD &lt;em&gt;October Road &lt;/em&gt;by James Taylor and picked my guitar to it. It is amazing to me that I can do that now after all these years of wanting to, that is, find the exact key to pick the notes to whatever song I have playing on my CD player (or my iPod, the tape player, radio, or record player for that matter.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32255376-4283851029372486372?l=lifeandprojects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/feeds/4283851029372486372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32255376&amp;postID=4283851029372486372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/4283851029372486372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/4283851029372486372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/2008/04/right-key.html' title='The Right Key'/><author><name>Harley Ray Hawkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879585667599199213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/252049403_5f4f5a4a5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32255376.post-8391736424282732107</id><published>2008-04-02T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T12:55:47.737-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='urge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='write'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitchypoo'/><title type='text'>The Urge to Write</title><content type='html'>I always have the urge to write after I read great online journals like &lt;a href="http://bitchypoo.com/"&gt;Bitchypoo&lt;/a&gt;. I wish this urge would stay with me, but these past few years it disappears quick. The urge is in me strong right now and so I'll go with it and see how long it takes until I move on to something else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32255376-8391736424282732107?l=lifeandprojects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/feeds/8391736424282732107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32255376&amp;postID=8391736424282732107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/8391736424282732107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/8391736424282732107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/2008/04/urge-to-write.html' title='The Urge to Write'/><author><name>Harley Ray Hawkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879585667599199213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/252049403_5f4f5a4a5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32255376.post-2207040739654366800</id><published>2007-12-29T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T08:14:06.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project D-Create a Healthy Lifestyle Program</title><content type='html'>1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32255376-2207040739654366800?l=lifeandprojects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/feeds/2207040739654366800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32255376&amp;postID=2207040739654366800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/2207040739654366800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/2207040739654366800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/2007/12/project-d-create-healthy-lifestyle.html' title='Project D-Create a Healthy Lifestyle Program'/><author><name>Harley Ray Hawkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879585667599199213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/252049403_5f4f5a4a5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32255376.post-4197946745603907581</id><published>2007-12-28T09:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T09:54:22.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alison Krauss and Robert Plant Duet for Raising Sand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/g5KF4dKq-6I' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/g5KF4dKq-6I'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's a video about a new CD I bought myself for Christmas.  I love it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32255376-4197946745603907581?l=lifeandprojects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/feeds/4197946745603907581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32255376&amp;postID=4197946745603907581&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/4197946745603907581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/4197946745603907581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/2007/12/alison-krauss-and-robert-plant-duet-for.html' title='Alison Krauss and Robert Plant Duet for Raising Sand'/><author><name>Harley Ray Hawkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879585667599199213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/252049403_5f4f5a4a5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32255376.post-3544282793771702141</id><published>2007-12-27T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:54:44.069-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trailer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tunes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='up to par'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Project C-Clean My Place Up Completely.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Where I am at on my house cleaning project: I had four of the rooms in my place cleaned up. And then Christmas happened. It left a bit of a mess. I need to catch those four rooms back up again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning To Do List:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tunes playing. (&lt;em&gt;Raising Sand&lt;/em&gt; by Robert Plant and Alison Krauss. Have you heard this CD? It is so good! A newspaper article I read about the best CD's of 2007 said it was the best of the best and I can see why.) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149079570902411762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUREvS1vwuI/R3U0lrfb6fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EgDnej7NQJM/s320/51U3t5hrneL__AA240_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Wash dishes. Dry. Put away. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Wipe off counters, dish rack, top of fridge, stove burner pans, stove top, etc. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Organize fridge and wipe clean inside and outside. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Pick up living room. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Dust. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Wipe off table. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Sweep. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Wipe down kitchen floor. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Bathroom clutter. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Clothes in dryer. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Gather in trash. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Wash cloths, etc. in washer. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Scrape-scrub toilet. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Sweep bathroom floor. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Wipe down bathroom floor. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Wipe down counters. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning Session started: 12/27/2007 4:27 PM Ended:12/27/2007 6:33 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Later after I picked up some rental DVD's and some Mexican food. For my away-from-cleaning dinner break I watched the movie &lt;em&gt;Super Bad&lt;/em&gt; and ate three-fourths of a three taco meal.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. More tunes. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Dinner mess cleaned up. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Clean off computer desk. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Dirty clothes picked up. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Done&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Clutter put away. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Top drawer organized. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Clean under drawers. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning Session restarted: 12/27/2007 9:40 PM Ended: 12/27/2007 10:48 PM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As of 12/27/2007 10:48 PM my kitchen, living room, bathroom, and office is up to par.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32255376-3544282793771702141?l=lifeandprojects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/feeds/3544282793771702141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32255376&amp;postID=3544282793771702141&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/3544282793771702141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/3544282793771702141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/2007/12/project-c-clean-my-place-up-completely.html' title='Project C-Clean My Place Up Completely.'/><author><name>Harley Ray Hawkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879585667599199213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/252049403_5f4f5a4a5d_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUREvS1vwuI/R3U0lrfb6fI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EgDnej7NQJM/s72-c/51U3t5hrneL__AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32255376.post-7925026108352599159</id><published>2007-12-27T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T07:55:27.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project B-Website to My Liking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. List "Cast of Characters".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. List "Places I Frequent".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Post an entry about what I did this Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. Jazz up my "Life and Projects" heading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. Add to my Projects list some sort of Exercise Program, and my latest Music Project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6. Fill out my Profile information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32255376-7925026108352599159?l=lifeandprojects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/feeds/7925026108352599159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32255376&amp;postID=7925026108352599159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/7925026108352599159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/7925026108352599159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/2007/12/project-b-website-to-my-liking.html' title='Project B-Website to My Liking.'/><author><name>Harley Ray Hawkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879585667599199213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/252049403_5f4f5a4a5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32255376.post-6511470637072726934</id><published>2007-12-27T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T16:05:57.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project A-Desk Area Organized.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32255376-6511470637072726934?l=lifeandprojects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/feeds/6511470637072726934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32255376&amp;postID=6511470637072726934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/6511470637072726934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/6511470637072726934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/2007/12/project-desk-area-organized.html' title='Project A-Desk Area Organized.'/><author><name>Harley Ray Hawkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879585667599199213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/252049403_5f4f5a4a5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32255376.post-3236584419120263319</id><published>2007-12-12T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T20:56:11.346-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='24'/><title type='text'>Tonight a Quiet Night, but on Monday I Partied with Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recently this happened:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home from work. I surfed the Internet. I napped. I ate some turkey vegetable soup. I watched the first episode of the first disc of the television show, &lt;em&gt;24&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If someone were to ask, “What have you been up to Harley?”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I partied and played music with some musician friends at a co-jammer Fred's Christmas party out in the country about 10 miles past Little Town. There was plenty of good stuff to eat, including a turkey and dressing. (I brought some corn chips and salsa. What was I thinking?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred handed out cards and he had us all pick gifts starting with the person who had the number 2 card, and then the person who had the number 3 card, and so on. If a person before you had a gift you wanted you can take it from him and he/she had to pick another. I ended up with the present I wanted: a cement statue of an angel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32255376-3236584419120263319?l=lifeandprojects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/feeds/3236584419120263319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32255376&amp;postID=3236584419120263319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/3236584419120263319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/3236584419120263319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/2007/12/tonight-quiet-night-tonight-but-on.html' title='Tonight a Quiet Night, but on Monday I Partied with Friends'/><author><name>Harley Ray Hawkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879585667599199213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/252049403_5f4f5a4a5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32255376.post-6281594835865505199</id><published>2007-12-05T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T07:53:03.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Baaaack!</title><content type='html'>I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sound of cricket's chirping*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! Anyone here? I'm going to start writing here again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*more cricket's chirping*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... Oh well, nobody's around to read what I have to say. That's okay. I'm going to start some new projects and track in words here the steps I'm taking to complete those projects, plus I'm going to write about my life in general. If anybody comes here and reads what I have to say that'll be nice. But I'm doing this for myself first. I'm doing this to help myself become more focused and productive, to log all this focused and productive activity, and to have a hell of a fun time while I am doing all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*"Chirp. Chirp. Whatever..."*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First on my list of things to do: go cricket stomping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*"Chirp! Chirp! We're sorry! We're sorry!"*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All righty then. From now on, let's see some encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*"Chirp! Chirp! You can do it, Harley! You can do it! Good luck! Good luck!"*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32255376-6281594835865505199?l=lifeandprojects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/feeds/6281594835865505199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32255376&amp;postID=6281594835865505199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/6281594835865505199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/6281594835865505199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-baaaack.html' title='I&apos;m Baaaack!'/><author><name>Harley Ray Hawkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879585667599199213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/252049403_5f4f5a4a5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32255376.post-6231550718638672784</id><published>2006-10-26T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T19:26:55.061-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr.fixit'/><title type='text'>Murphy's Be Damned Law</title><content type='html'>Recently broken things around my place have been fixed.  My parents and older brother came over Sunday and we fixed a leak in the roof near the swamp cooler on my trailer.  My step-dad also recently showed me how to unplug my kitchen sink.  Monday I hired a man to help me get my furnace running and in the process I, myself, replaced a broken electrical breaker without getting electrocuted.  I also took my truck down to a tire center and had a slow, air-leaking tire fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday my refrigerator died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32255376-6231550718638672784?l=lifeandprojects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/feeds/6231550718638672784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32255376&amp;postID=6231550718638672784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/6231550718638672784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/6231550718638672784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/2006/10/murphys-be-damned-law.html' title='Murphy&apos;s Be Damned Law'/><author><name>Harley Ray Hawkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879585667599199213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/252049403_5f4f5a4a5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32255376.post-116187631017146362</id><published>2006-10-26T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T18:26:01.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Why, God?  Why?"</title><content type='html'>I stayed up way too late last night.  I watched all of the episodes of the second disc of "Desperate Housewives".  Earlier yesterday while recuperating on the couch I finished watching all of the third disc of the second season of "CSI-New York".   All the while then I was avoiding cleaning the freshly discovered dead refrigerator and trying not to notice that my trailer was getting smellier and smellier.  I was too damn sick to have to deal with all of that.  I shouted out, "Why, God?  Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning  the refridgerator food is now in the  trailer park dumpster.  I still need to wipe the refrigerator itself down.  I did remember to turn the fridge completely off.  Near the area between the freezer and the cooler it was hot and I didn't want a fire to start in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling good enough to go back to work and so I need to go get ready.  If I get to the store early enough, perhaps I could get a bite to eat before I start my shift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32255376-116187631017146362?l=lifeandprojects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/feeds/116187631017146362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32255376&amp;postID=116187631017146362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/116187631017146362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/116187631017146362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/2006/10/why-god-why.html' title='&quot;Why, God?  Why?&quot;'/><author><name>Harley Ray Hawkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879585667599199213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/252049403_5f4f5a4a5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32255376.post-116187526786062336</id><published>2006-10-26T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T18:26:01.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Refrigerator</title><content type='html'>I need to go to bed. It is late. I probably won't sleep well. I ate a take-home tacos dinner I picked up from a nearby restaurant. I ate them late into the evening. When I eat my dinner late in the evening I never sleep well that night. So why do I do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just threw away the entire contents of my refrigerator. My refrigerator just up and died. And I didn't realize this until it was too late and everything spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called work and told them I was sick early this morning. And I was sick so don't think I was faking it or imagining it. I felt like I was coming down with the flu. I had a high fever and my body ached in my muscles and joints. At work yesterday I took two Advil and drank some Airborne. Last night I drank some Alka Seltzer Plus. I felt like crap most of the day but surprisingly towards the evening I started feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I am sick I need comfort food so it depressed me when I opened my refrigerator earlier today and realized that all the food in it was not fit to eat. And the smell! Really awful. I just shut the door and lied on my couch and avoided dealing with it. That didn't last long because soon the rotten food started stinking up the place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32255376-116187526786062336?l=lifeandprojects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/feeds/116187526786062336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32255376&amp;postID=116187526786062336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/116187526786062336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/116187526786062336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/2006/10/dead-refrigerator.html' title='Dead Refrigerator'/><author><name>Harley Ray Hawkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879585667599199213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/252049403_5f4f5a4a5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32255376.post-115931895756978625</id><published>2006-09-26T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T18:26:01.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revisiting Project #3, the One Where I Am Figuring Out a Way to Keep My Home Clean Moment by Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;As I am starting to slide back into letting my place get messy, I have to ask myself this question: what is it I need to say to myself to keep me in a constant cleaning mode?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I came up with the following: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;“I am cleaning as I go.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;“I don’t want to come back to this mess.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;“I am not thinking about it, I am just doing it.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Cleaning.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;“Don’t act on that urge to put it off until later. Do it now!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;“Don’t forget: I love cleaning my place up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love it when my house is all clean and organized.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;“Keeping my place clean and organized should be one of my top priorities.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;“My life runs so much smoother and I am much happier having a clean and organized home.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;“There’s a mess there!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Clean it!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I believe the human brain is like a computer and in it you must feed the correct data to get what you want.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want a clean and organized place, dammit!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe if I continuously feed my brain the above data I’ll get what I want. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I’ll keep you informed on whether this works or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32255376-115931895756978625?l=lifeandprojects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/feeds/115931895756978625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32255376&amp;postID=115931895756978625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/115931895756978625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/115931895756978625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/2006/09/revisiting-project-3-one-where-i-am.html' title='Revisiting Project #3, the One Where I Am Figuring Out a Way to Keep My Home Clean Moment by Moment'/><author><name>Harley Ray Hawkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879585667599199213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/252049403_5f4f5a4a5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32255376.post-115915721369323934</id><published>2006-09-24T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T18:26:01.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work-in-Progress Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/424/3522/1600/workinprog3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/424/3522/320/workinprog3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my art work-in-progress part 3-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Self-Portrait: Man with Backwards Baseball Hat.  &lt;/span&gt;I had planned giving this to my younger sister for her birthday in early October, but it is taking me longer than planned.  Who knows?  Maybe I'll give it to her for Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32255376-115915721369323934?l=lifeandprojects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/feeds/115915721369323934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32255376&amp;postID=115915721369323934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/115915721369323934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/115915721369323934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/2006/09/work-in-progress-part-3.html' title='Work-in-Progress Part 3'/><author><name>Harley Ray Hawkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879585667599199213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/252049403_5f4f5a4a5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32255376.post-115893697332529156</id><published>2006-09-22T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T18:26:01.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Questions Revisited</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need to be answering these types of questions on a more regular basis.  They help me do the things I need to do and want to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Blood Pressure?&lt;/strong&gt; 129 over 82.  It should be 120 over 80 which means it is still a little high.  I just went to the doctor on Monday and he upped one of the meds to make the numbers go down.  The thing is I’ve yet to take the stronger meds.  I have to start tonight when I take my new daily dosage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Did you practice your guitar playing today?&lt;/strong&gt;  Yes, but I only worked on one song.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  It’s called &lt;i&gt;Breath Me &lt;/i&gt;and it was recorded by someone named Sia.  I first heard the song while watching the final minutes of the series, &lt;i&gt;Six Feet Under&lt;/i&gt;.  The combination of the powerful manner in which the series ends and the overwrought emotion of that song; I couldn’t have been any more deeply moved.  After that I simply had to find the song on the Internet, download it, and then find the guitar chords to it and learn to play it on my guitar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Where are you on your house-cleaning project?&lt;/strong&gt;  I have completely cleaned the inside of my house.  But I’m starting to slack on keeping it that way.  I need to go through it again now and deep clean, dusting the furniture and washing the floors and wiping everything down.  I haven’t let it slide all that much, but I want to get it back to where it really looks nice again.  Then I want to wash the windows and winterize them where the cold can’t get in.  And then I need to go outside, and clean the sheds and my truck and work on the yard and landscaping.  Oh, I really should wipe sweep off the roof and likewise winterize it. There is a leak around my swamp cooler sometimes when it rains.  Wow!  There is still so much to do!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What loved ones I have contacted lately?&lt;/strong&gt;  I’ve been isolating.  I’ve just been going to work and then coming home and hanging out by myself.  I’ve been spending the majority of my evening time lying on the couch watching &lt;i&gt;Nip/Tuck-Season 3.&lt;/i&gt;  I am one of the best customers at the neighborhood movie rental store, and when I found out the latest &lt;i&gt;Nip/Tuck&lt;/i&gt; DVD had been released, I requested the store owners gets it for their library.  After all, they already had season 1 and season 2.  It was just a day or two that passed after my request and I walked into the store and there season 3 was on their new release shelf.  Yes, the store owners do spoil me.  Yes, they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah, but characters in DVD television series are not real life loved ones and I do need to contact my real life loved ones more.  I did see my parents on Monday and Tuesday.  Tuesday was especially fun because my parents and I, along with my older brother, met at the local casino for breakfast.   We all had a fun time stuffing our faces and teasing each other and laughing and generally being the loudest people in the joint.  When we were through eating, I must state right here, I DID NOT go gamble.  It has been 38 days since I flushed my hard earned cash down the gambling toilet.  I know this because I have been tracking my bad gambling habit with my calendar.  With me being the poor man that I am, the last thing I need to be doing right now is feeding some slot machine with little or no payback in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I did also hang out with my best friend, Sy, and another friend, Chelsea, at McMenamin’s Oregon Hotel Saturday night.  The Portland band, Sneakin’ Out, played a set there in a double billing along with the artist, Ashleigh Flynn.  It was the first time I heard these artists perform and I will say here I was duly impressed, especially by the musical abilities of Sneakin’ Out.  One man played a mandolin, another played a bass acoustic guitar, while the third man played all these different types of instruments he had surrounding himself.  These included a pair of bongos, a xylophone, cymbals, drums, chimes, a typewriter(!), a steel tie he wore that he clicked with steel finger attachments, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so impressed by it all that I ended up buying two CD’s, one full of Sneakin’ Out instrumental originals, and one where Sneakin’ Out played back up to Ashleigh Flynn’s incredible vocal talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the evening though was when Sneakin’ Out did their version of the Pink Floyd piece, “Money” from the album, &lt;i&gt;Dark Side of the Moon&lt;/i&gt;.  Oh.  My.  God.  It was so incredible.  You’d simply have to hear it to know what I am talking about.  I’ll leave it at that.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What art piece have I worked on today?&lt;/strong&gt;  Because I am writing this entry it has propelled me to add to my  &lt;i&gt;Self Portrait: Man Wearing Backwards Baseball Cap&lt;/i&gt;. I’ll post the latest version of it in an upcoming post.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What exercises did I do today?&lt;/strong&gt;  I went to the gym tonight and I worked out on two different exercise machines that aim to exercise your stomach. Plus, I stretched for about 5 to 10 minutes.  Plus, I did the usual fifteen minutes on the cross-country machine.  Plus, I lifted weights focusing on pumping up my biceps. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32255376-115893697332529156?l=lifeandprojects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/feeds/115893697332529156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32255376&amp;postID=115893697332529156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/115893697332529156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/115893697332529156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/2006/09/six-questions-revisited.html' title='Six Questions Revisited'/><author><name>Harley Ray Hawkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879585667599199213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/252049403_5f4f5a4a5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32255376.post-115849483642616650</id><published>2006-09-17T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T18:26:01.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny-Guy Vendor</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;"  &gt;The other day I was at the store where I work and I was standing by the back warehouse door scooping up some dirt and throwing it in the garbage.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All at once the buzzer alerted me that a vendor was waiting outside to be let in to make a delivery.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I decided to have some fun and in a loud falsetto voice I asked, “Who is it?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:20;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;"  &gt;There was a hesitation and then I heard, “Land shark.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You’d have to be a fan of the early days of NBC’s “Saturday Night Live” to appreciate the joke, and appreciate it I did laughing almost hysterically as I opened the door for the funny-guy vendor.&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/32255376-115849483642616650?l=lifeandprojects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/feeds/115849483642616650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32255376&amp;postID=115849483642616650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/115849483642616650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/115849483642616650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/2006/09/funny-guy-vendor.html' title='Funny-Guy Vendor'/><author><name>Harley Ray Hawkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879585667599199213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/252049403_5f4f5a4a5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32255376.post-115845132149017836</id><published>2006-09-16T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T18:26:01.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Radiator</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Written Friday morning.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My truck is in the shop.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am riding my bike down there in a short while and picking her up this morning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had to have her radiator replaced.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It will cost me around two hundred and eighty nine dollars.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The mechanic said it needed replacing because apparently a rock that I ran over, shot up and pierced it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I was heading for my younger sister’s place up in the mountains to visit for a day or two last week, when I happened to glance at the water gauge.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was only about fifteen miles into my journey and my truck engine was starting to get hot!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I immediately pulled over and called my sister and told her I had to turn around.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was so disappointed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So was my sister.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I rarely ever make such a lengthy trip as this, and I really wanted to hang out with her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We’re not only related, but she is one of my very best friends.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The main reason I don’t travel to her place all that often is because I over worry that my beat-up old truck is going to run into mechanical problems.  And that, my friends, is exactly what happened.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32255376-115845132149017836?l=lifeandprojects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/feeds/115845132149017836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32255376&amp;postID=115845132149017836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/115845132149017836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/115845132149017836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-radiator.html' title='New Radiator'/><author><name>Harley Ray Hawkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879585667599199213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/252049403_5f4f5a4a5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32255376.post-115798854864550288</id><published>2006-09-11T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T18:26:00.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Things to Do Before I Die (I'm 52 Years Old)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;1. Raise money for some charities through what I create artistically and musically.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;2. Have the ability to perform a two hour set of songs all by myself in some sort of musical performance.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;3. Complete enough art pieces that I can put on an art show.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;4. Sell my art online on EBay.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;5. Someday own a place again big enough to entertain all my loved ones.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;6. Once again own a brand new motor vehicle.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;7. Tour Europe.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;8. Meet the Great Love of My Life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;9. Write a screenplay and sell it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;10. Act in a movie.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32255376-115798854864550288?l=lifeandprojects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/feeds/115798854864550288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32255376&amp;postID=115798854864550288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/115798854864550288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/115798854864550288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/2006/09/ten-things-to-do-before-i-die-im-52.html' title='Ten Things to Do Before I Die (I&apos;m 52 Years Old)'/><author><name>Harley Ray Hawkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879585667599199213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/252049403_5f4f5a4a5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32255376.post-115793201353713193</id><published>2006-09-10T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T18:26:00.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work-in-Progress Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/424/3522/1600/workinprog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/424/3522/320/workinprog2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my work-in-progress part 2, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Self-Portrait with Backwards Baseball Cap.  &lt;/span&gt;I need to start working on this more because I think I am going to give a print of it to my younger sister for her upcoming birthday.  As you can see the drawing is a long ways off from completion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32255376-115793201353713193?l=lifeandprojects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/feeds/115793201353713193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32255376&amp;postID=115793201353713193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/115793201353713193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/115793201353713193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/2006/09/work-in-progress-part-2.html' title='Work-in-Progress Part 2'/><author><name>Harley Ray Hawkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879585667599199213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/252049403_5f4f5a4a5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32255376.post-115791990377752637</id><published>2006-09-10T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T18:26:00.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jammin' Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/424/3522/1600/birthdaymanaug2006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/424/3522/320/birthdaymanaug2006.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We celebrated a buddy's birthday at a recent jam session.  One of the ladies baked a cake, and I brought  some ice cream.  I also bought him a backpack for his music suppies and a notebook to keep his songs in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32255376-115791990377752637?l=lifeandprojects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/feeds/115791990377752637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32255376&amp;postID=115791990377752637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/115791990377752637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/115791990377752637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/2006/09/jammin-birthday.html' title='Jammin&apos; Birthday'/><author><name>Harley Ray Hawkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879585667599199213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/252049403_5f4f5a4a5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32255376.post-115735117994468114</id><published>2006-09-03T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T18:26:00.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Questions to ask myself about stuff I want to do at least 10 minutes daily:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;1. What is your blood pressure?&lt;/strong&gt; 138 over 86.  A blood pressure reading below 120 over 80 is considered normal.  This means I am going to have to keep checking my blood pressure for the next two weeks.  If it stays in the high numbers, I'm going to have to show my doctor these numbers.  Most likely he'll then probably want to up my meds, and that's a real pisser because as it is I'm already taking two pills for it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Did you practice your guitar playing today?&lt;/strong&gt;  Why yes I did.  &lt;strong&gt;What did you work on?&lt;/strong&gt; I am learning an instrumental piece called &lt;i&gt;The Fiddler's Contest &lt;/i&gt;from the book, &lt;i&gt;Celtic Airs, Jigs, Hornpipes, &amp;amp;Reels &lt;/i&gt;by Stephen Grossman. Don't be too impressed. I am very green at trying to perform this new-to-me type of guitar playing. If I want to get any good at this, I'm going to have to practice more than just one 10 minute interval a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Where are you on your house-cleaning project?&lt;/strong&gt; I am still cleaning my art studio.  Because I want to enter some text here saying I have made improvements in this room, I just went and spent over 20 minutes in there (that's over two 10 minute intervals!) What I still need to do: remove some paint stains off my art desk, sweep, put together my art bag, organize my drawers, sort through and organize my canvases and various art pieces, hang a bulletin board, move a stereo speaker across the room, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What loved ones did I contact today? &lt;/strong&gt; I called Younger Sis. I had thought about visiting her today up on the mountain where her family and she lives, but her son is recovering from an operation and I figure she needs to devote her undivided attention to him. (I can't go into any great detail about his operation because that's my sis and her family's personal business.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also returned a call to one of my best friends, Sy. The news with him is he is possibly buying two new airplanes. He already owns one as it is, and has another one in a kit yet to be put together. Sy has been trying to get me to go flying with him, and I've yet to accept his offer. I jokingly tell him I've been with him when he drives fast in his sports car. Why should I trust how  he flies a plane? But actually the truth is that I am thoroughly scared shitless when it comes to the idea of flying in little planes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What art piece did I work on?  &lt;/strong&gt; That would be my self-portrait drawing. I have it taped up on my bathroom mirror and I draw on it whenever the mood strikes me. I'm using the beginning version of it for my profile picture here on this blog. I plan to scan it again soon to my computer and upload the updated version to this site and replace the older one. I'll keep doing this until the art piece is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What were today's ab exercises?  &lt;/strong&gt; I have a book I recently purchased called &lt;i&gt;Men's Health: Amazing Abs. &lt;/i&gt;I lied on the floor and did two exercises out of that. One exercise was called The Traditional Crunch, and the other was called Pulse-Ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32255376-115735117994468114?l=lifeandprojects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/feeds/115735117994468114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32255376&amp;postID=115735117994468114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/115735117994468114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/115735117994468114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/2006/09/six-questions.html' title='Six Questions'/><author><name>Harley Ray Hawkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879585667599199213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/252049403_5f4f5a4a5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32255376.post-115734071110749157</id><published>2006-09-03T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T18:26:00.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Minute Quickies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"You certainly have one hour a day even if you divide it in six ten minute periods. What can you do in ten minutes? In ten minutes you can do some exercises and get your circulation moving again. You can write a letter to a friend, make three phone calls, get out some bills, or play a quick game of handball." &lt;b&gt;-Ari Kiev in A Stategy for Daily&lt;br /&gt;Living.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What I'd like to be doing daily in ten minute intervals:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. I'd like to check my blood pressure.  (My doctor wants me to do this.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. I'd like to practice a particular piece on my guitar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. I'd like to work on my house-cleaning project in one particular area&lt;br /&gt;for AT LEAST ten minutes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. I'd like to spend time contacting my loved ones whether it be by&lt;br /&gt;phone or email.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. I'd like to work on a particular drawing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. I'd like to write a blog entry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. I'd like to be working on my abs daily in addition to what I do at&lt;br /&gt;the gym (every other day.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32255376-115734071110749157?l=lifeandprojects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/feeds/115734071110749157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32255376&amp;postID=115734071110749157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/115734071110749157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/115734071110749157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/2006/09/ten-minute-quickies.html' title='Ten Minute Quickies'/><author><name>Harley Ray Hawkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879585667599199213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/252049403_5f4f5a4a5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32255376.post-115677947054091805</id><published>2006-08-28T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T18:26:00.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Attitude of Gratitude - Good News About My Kids, etc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;"  &gt;1. Sonny now has a decent paying job.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is a mixed blessing though.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My son will be fighting forest fires for a living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;"  &gt;2. Dot was accepted into law school.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After a two years wait my daughter finally received the acceptance letter she so desired, and right now as I write this she most likely is attending some law class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;"  &gt;3. My brother gave me an old lap top he never uses.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s a little bit outdated and heavier than the newer models, but it seems to still have plenty of memory left.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hey, it’ll work for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;"  &gt;4. After two weeks, I finally retrieved my cell phone from my sister with whom I absent-mindedly left it with when I visited her at the beach.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I haven’t had my cell phone all that long and how I ever existed without it, I can’t imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;"  &gt;5. I am &lt;i style=""&gt;still &lt;/i&gt;keeping my place clean from day to day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve let no messes pile up!&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;And I made a dent in cleaning up the disaster area known as my art studio.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32255376-115677947054091805?l=lifeandprojects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/feeds/115677947054091805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32255376&amp;postID=115677947054091805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/115677947054091805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/115677947054091805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-attitude-of-gratitude-good-news.html' title='My Attitude of Gratitude - Good News About My Kids, etc.'/><author><name>Harley Ray Hawkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879585667599199213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/252049403_5f4f5a4a5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32255376.post-115640589349165927</id><published>2006-08-24T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T18:26:00.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Project #4-Clean My Art Studio!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"It may be that at first you can devote only one hour a day to the activity that really matters to you, but one hour a day can really add up.  One hour a day will mean 7 hours a week, 365 hours a year, 3650 hours in ten years.  You can accomplish much in that period of time: taking a course, writing a book, painting a portrait.  You certainly have one hour a day even if you divide it in six ten minute periods.  What can you do in ten minutes?  In ten minutes you can do some exercises and get your circulation moving again.  You can write a letter to a friend, make three phone calls, get out some bills, or play a quick game of handball."   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ari Kiev in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Stategy for Daily Living.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mission to clean my place from top to bottom, I haven't been able to clean in my art studio.  I think it is has to do with the fact that I am overwhelmed by all that I need to do.  It is such a mess I don't know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I have still managed to keep the other areas I've cleaned up from falling back into disarray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite proud of this, slob that I normally am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now it is time to get past the art studio cleaning standstill.  It is a big project and I need to chunk it down into little ten-minutes-at-a-time steps for me to take.  (Please note: in an imperfect world, not all these steps will take exactly ten minutes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will now list the first step: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;go stand in the studio doorway and figure out the next several steps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second step: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;figure out a place where you want your stereo to go.  &lt;/span&gt;(My brother gave me an old stereo he was getting rid of.  It plays records!  I can play my old records I have held on to for years, even after the record player I owned in my younger days had bit the dust.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third step: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Make a path to the corner of the room you have chosen, clearing out the blocking debris.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth step: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Move the stereo stand into the studio and set the stereo system up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fifth step: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Retrieve the records from the living room entertainment center and take them into your studio and place them on the stand.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it has been so hard for me to clean my art studio, I am going to make it Project #4 of my monitored projects.  I'll keep you informed on how I do.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/32255376-115640589349165927?l=lifeandprojects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/feeds/115640589349165927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32255376&amp;postID=115640589349165927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/115640589349165927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/115640589349165927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/2006/08/project-4-clean-my-art-studio.html' title='Project #4-Clean My Art Studio!'/><author><name>Harley Ray Hawkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879585667599199213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/252049403_5f4f5a4a5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32255376.post-115609331096124310</id><published>2006-08-20T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T18:26:00.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jazz Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have edited some pictures from last month and it is about time I uploaded them. A friend of mine invited me to listen to a jazz singer at a local cafe and eat a fancy pants dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/424/3522/1600/nicksitaliancafe.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/424/3522/320/nicksitaliancafe.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is the outside of Nick's Italian Cafe. If you are ever in McMinnville, Oregon, you should eat there. There's all kinds of excellent food there to devour, including 7-course meals that go on for hours, and once you are done eating you have to be carted out in a gurney because you are so stuffed with food and too happy to move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/424/3522/1600/jazznightnickscafepatrons.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 409px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/424/3522/320/jazznightnickscafepatrons.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jazz Night is held ever so often in the back of Nick's. I think it is by invitation only. I am a friend of a friend of Nick's, and so I was privileged to tag along. The above picture is an overall view of cafe patrons enjoying themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/424/3522/1600/jazznightgang2006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 424px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/424/3522/320/jazznightgang2006.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These are the people I went to Jazz Night with, all friends I jam with music-wise on a weekly basis, not at Nick's, but at a private home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/424/3522/1600/jazznightgang22006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 417px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/424/3522/320/jazznightgang22006.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Look up, everyone, and pose," I told them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/424/3522/1600/jazznightgangmeincluded2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 424px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 391px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/424/3522/320/jazznightgangmeincluded2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Of course, I had to go trade places with one of the gang, and have her take the picture, so I could be included too. I don't like the shot of me though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/424/3522/1600/jazznightcelloplayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 415px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/424/3522/320/jazznightcelloplayer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The cello player in the trio that performed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/424/3522/1600/jazznightkeyboardplayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 410px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/424/3522/320/jazznightkeyboardplayer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The keyboard player.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/424/3522/1600/jazznightsinger.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 399px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/424/3522/320/jazznightsinger.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The jazz singer, Shirley Nanette. If you ever learn of her performing somewhere and you like jazzy type music, treat yourself to her show. You won't be disappointed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/424/3522/1600/jazznightshirleytalkingtonickandfriends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 388px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/424/3522/320/jazznightshirleytalkingtonickandfriends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shirley Nanette in the background at the bar taking a break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32255376-115609331096124310?l=lifeandprojects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/feeds/115609331096124310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32255376&amp;postID=115609331096124310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/115609331096124310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/115609331096124310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/2006/08/jazz-night_20.html' title='Jazz Night'/><author><name>Harley Ray Hawkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879585667599199213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/252049403_5f4f5a4a5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32255376.post-115595716481568627</id><published>2006-08-18T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T18:26:00.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Interview: The First Three Monitored Projects</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Interview:&lt;/strong&gt; So tell me Harley, where are you at with your monitored projects?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harley:&lt;/strong&gt; First, let me review what they are so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Interview:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harley:&lt;/strong&gt; Project 1: Learn How to Add Pictures to My Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project 2: Completely Clean My Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project 3: Figure Out a Way to Keep My Home Clean Moment by Moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Interview:&lt;/strong&gt; So NOW tell me, Harley, where are you at with your monitored projects?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harley:&lt;/strong&gt; Project 1 was a mental bitch to figure out because I started by trying to upload my profile picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Interview:&lt;/strong&gt; This wasn’t an easy thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harley:&lt;/strong&gt; No, it wasn’t. But I finally figured it out by going &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://help.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.google.com/group/blogger-help"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. I won’t bore you with the details. But then I tried to upload a picture to a blog entry, and I tried and tried and tried and tried, but the damn picture wouldn’t upload no matter what! Finally I went back to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://help.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.google.com/group/blogger-help"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; and I learned that my Internet Explorer doesn’t always cooperate with the Blogger site where my blog is now located. I ended up having to download a brand-new-for-me browser, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mozilla.com/firefox/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Mozilla Firefox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, and then tried uploading the picture through it, and it worked like a charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Interview:&lt;/strong&gt; So now you can say Project #1 has been completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harley:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, I can, though it wasn’t an easy road to travel down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Interview:&lt;/strong&gt; How about Project #2. Where are you at on that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harley:&lt;/strong&gt; Ah, the one where I must completely clean my home. I’ve been working on that. I’ve cleaned my kitchen, my living room, my bathroom, my office, and my patio. But I haven’t cleaned these different areas up to the point that I want them. Right now I am simply making them presentable and non-embarrassing for me if anybody should happen to drop by unannounced. These areas look good, way better than I had been keeping them, and they are staying that way due to some intense, concentrated efforts on my part. Plus, I almost have my laundry all caught up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next areas I want to clean are my studio and my big shed and my little shed. Plus I plan to spiff up my beat-up old truck somewhat. And then do some yard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I want to go back to where I started and go through my trailer, sheds, truck and yard again continuously improving on I have here. And then do it again and again until I am satisfied. Which I think will never actually happen, because it is a non-ending day to day process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Interview:&lt;/strong&gt; So the same time you are working on Project #2, you are also working on Project #3. How are you able to keep your place clean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harley:&lt;/strong&gt; By adopting a mindset that the messes I make must be cleaned up right after I make them. Plus, I try not to make big messes in the first place. It is a visual thing with me. I tell myself my place must look good at all times. If it doesn’t I must do what it takes to make it look good the first chance I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m trying to adopt a few new rules to live by, such as there is to be no dirty dishes in my sink, and I must make my bed first thing in the morning after I climb out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Interview:&lt;/strong&gt; And this is working for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harley:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes! At least for the time being. I hope my newfound cleanliness lasts. I can’t believe how much happier I am living like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Interview:&lt;/strong&gt; Good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harley:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, good for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32255376-115595716481568627?l=lifeandprojects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/feeds/115595716481568627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32255376&amp;postID=115595716481568627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/115595716481568627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/115595716481568627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/2006/08/mr-interview-first-three-monitored.html' title='Mr. Interview: The First Three Monitored Projects'/><author><name>Harley Ray Hawkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879585667599199213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/252049403_5f4f5a4a5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32255376.post-115588677886632936</id><published>2006-08-18T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T18:26:00.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Frackin' Great Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just watched the finale episode of this series:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/424/3522/1600/battlestargalactia.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/424/3522/320/battlestargalactia.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just have to say, I frackin' love this show!  (Frack is the word the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Battlestar Galactia&lt;/span&gt; creators have their characters substitute for the other "f" word in order to get by the television sensors, and if they can use that word so can I.)  Right now I'm in the middle of watching the bonus features on the DVD I rented, and even though I'm late in returning it to the rental store, I frackin' don't care.  I'm not frackin' returning it until I've seen every frackin' thing that the frackin' DVD has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And joy of all joys, by coincidence or as a gift from the gods (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Battlestar Galactia&lt;/span&gt; Cylons and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Battlestar Galactia&lt;/span&gt; humans believe in the gods) just as I'm finishing up Season One of the series, Season Two has just been released!  That makes me so frackin' happy!  I frackin' can't wait to start watching a whole frackin' new set of episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the frack!  I am frackin' using the word frack way too much.  If I keep it up you might want to tell me to frack off.  I then in turn might turn around and yell back, "Frack you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyhoo, if you haven't watched the updated version of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Battlestar Galactia, &lt;/span&gt;do so.  I highly recommend it.  Great characters, great acting, great storylines, great sets, great special effects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32255376-115588677886632936?l=lifeandprojects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/feeds/115588677886632936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32255376&amp;postID=115588677886632936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/115588677886632936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/115588677886632936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/2006/08/frackin-great-show.html' title='A Frackin&apos; Great Show'/><author><name>Harley Ray Hawkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879585667599199213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/252049403_5f4f5a4a5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32255376.post-115552441779337405</id><published>2006-08-13T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T18:26:00.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Attitude of Gratitude-Aug.13, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. I am grateful that I am cleaning and organizing my place (finally) and I have been keeping it clean and organized! I love living like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am grateful that despite my ADD I was actually able to read a book all the way through: &lt;em&gt;The Beach House&lt;/em&gt; by James Patterson and Peter De Jonge; a good book, by the way, although a little bit far fetched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am grateful for the local library. Yesterday I visited there, one of my favorite places in the whole wide world, and checked out the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· 3 &lt;em&gt;Art in America&lt;/em&gt; Magazines and 1 &lt;em&gt;Architectural Digest&lt;/em&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;· the book, The Summons by John Grisham;&lt;br /&gt;· 3 DVD’s: &lt;em&gt;Spinal Tap, Lovesick,&lt;/em&gt; and the first season of the television series, &lt;em&gt;Arrested Development&lt;/em&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;· and 6 CD’s: k.d. lang’s &lt;em&gt;Hymns of the 49th Parallel&lt;/em&gt;, Patti Labelle’s &lt;em&gt;Classic Moments&lt;/em&gt;, Paul Simon’s &lt;em&gt;You’re the One&lt;/em&gt;, Linda Ronstadt’s &lt;em&gt;Cry Like a Rainstorm, Howl Like the Wind&lt;/em&gt; (featuring Aaron Neville), and 2 Tracy Chapman’s, &lt;em&gt;Crossroads&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;New Beginnings&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am grateful my son has not moved in with me yet, and I am able to stick to my guns and stick with the tough love stance that he needs to make it on his own no matter what. After all, he is 25 years old, and he is the one that needs to be taking care of himself, not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am grateful that someone decided to remake the series, &lt;em&gt;Battlestar Galactia&lt;/em&gt;. Have you seen it? It has been redone in such a great manner. Quick! Rush out and rent/buy Season One! If you are a science fiction freak like me, you won’t regret it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32255376-115552441779337405?l=lifeandprojects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/feeds/115552441779337405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32255376&amp;postID=115552441779337405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/115552441779337405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/115552441779337405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/2006/08/attitude-of-gratitude-aug13-2006.html' title='An Attitude of Gratitude-Aug.13, 2006'/><author><name>Harley Ray Hawkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879585667599199213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/252049403_5f4f5a4a5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32255376.post-115518078498898918</id><published>2006-08-09T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T18:25:59.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Project #2-Completely Clean My Home; Project #3-Figure Out a Way To Keep It Clean Moment by Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have come to the realization that I am hindered greatly by the constant messiness of my home.   It is depressing being surrounded by all this chaos. It holds me back from moving on to bigger and better things. I feel when my home is unorganized my mind and life are too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my days off work, I always feel like I need to stay home and clean. Loved ones want my attention, and I am constantly putting them off because of that need to stay home and clean. And then when I stay home to clean, I usually get distracted and don't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for entertaining loved ones at my place, you might as well forget that idea. I am too ashamed of my place to invite anybody over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is definately no way to live. That's why the next two projects I am monitoring here on this blog have to do with cleaning. Project #2 is to completely clean up my trailer, and Project #3 is to figure out a way to keep it cleaned up on a daily, moment-to-moment basis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32255376-115518078498898918?l=lifeandprojects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/feeds/115518078498898918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32255376&amp;postID=115518078498898918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/115518078498898918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/115518078498898918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/2006/08/project-2-completely-clean-my-home.html' title='Project #2-Completely Clean My Home; Project #3-Figure Out a Way To Keep It Clean Moment by Moment'/><author><name>Harley Ray Hawkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879585667599199213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/252049403_5f4f5a4a5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32255376.post-115504213804787090</id><published>2006-08-07T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T18:25:59.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Project 1: Learn How to Add Pictures to My Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So here I am at my new home on the web. And I need to fix place up. It needs decorating, baby. I need to make the place mine. So that's going to have to be done in a series of projects here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The first thing I need to do is add a profile picture to my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pictures are nice; yes, in deedy. I need to hang some pictures on my blog walls. And to do that it looks like I'll need a Flickr account to upload said pictures and then transfer them from the Flickr site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; to this site. &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/32255376-115504213804787090?l=lifeandprojects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/feeds/115504213804787090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32255376&amp;postID=115504213804787090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/115504213804787090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/115504213804787090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/2006/08/project-1-learn-how-to-add-pictures-to.html' title='Project 1: Learn How to Add Pictures to My Blog'/><author><name>Harley Ray Hawkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879585667599199213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/252049403_5f4f5a4a5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32255376.post-115487683335741741</id><published>2006-08-06T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T18:25:59.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music to Wake Up a Sluggish Brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I woke up and immediately made a strong, strong cup of coffee.  I then went online to YouTube see if I could find some Sheena Easton videos and found a bunch of them to watch, which I did.  I heard her at work the other day and wanted to hear some more.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Man, Sheena is pretty.  And sexy.  And what a vocal range.  She can thrill me right down to my bonemarrow.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Listening to music before I go to work is a great way to start the day.  It gets my sluggish brain vibrating.  Pumped up.  Pulsating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday the two songs that got me going then was "State of Independence" by Donna Summer, and a live version of "Little Feat" by Greg Brown.  Such opposite styles of music, and yet the songs seemed to make me happy all day long.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have to work today; a Sunday, dammit.  The weekend!  I have to work all weekend long!  And yet I am going to do my damnedest to made today a really great day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32255376-115487683335741741?l=lifeandprojects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/feeds/115487683335741741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32255376&amp;postID=115487683335741741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/115487683335741741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/115487683335741741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/2006/08/music-to-wake-up-sluggish-brain.html' title='Music to Wake Up a Sluggish Brain'/><author><name>Harley Ray Hawkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879585667599199213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/252049403_5f4f5a4a5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32255376.post-115484490204488593</id><published>2006-08-05T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T18:25:59.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Switcheroo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm going to have to switch to from my other blog host to this host because this host looks like it has more to offer. The main reason I am switching though is because I can imbed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.haloscan.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haloscan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; and anybody can comment on my posts. Back at my other host, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vox.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, you, the visitor, likewise have to have your own Vox blog there in order to make comments on what I have to say and offer on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://harleyrayhawkins.vox.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my old blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. Otherwise, I can't get any feedback from you. That sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So here I am again starting anew once more. Wish me luck with this site. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32255376-115484490204488593?l=lifeandprojects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/feeds/115484490204488593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32255376&amp;postID=115484490204488593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/115484490204488593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32255376/posts/default/115484490204488593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandprojects.blogspot.com/2006/08/big-switcheroo.html' title='The Big Switcheroo'/><author><name>Harley Ray Hawkins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03879585667599199213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/98/252049403_5f4f5a4a5d_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
