<?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-3085156550495696118</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:32:34.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Newest Blog Ever!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewestblogever.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085156550495696118/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewestblogever.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549508718191955381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PvN_Bm2AUgk/SA-TMGS3oAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/0z3R6t_yYgk/S220/BobbEli.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085156550495696118.post-7611943375733803111</id><published>2008-07-07T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T09:50:49.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SMSP 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PvN_Bm2AUgk/SHJJF9R0-lI/AAAAAAAAACY/IBY8DYIpfKo/s1600-h/n500057330_960104_2109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PvN_Bm2AUgk/SHJJF9R0-lI/AAAAAAAAACY/IBY8DYIpfKo/s400/n500057330_960104_2109.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220315284773337682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....I haven't updated this in a LONG time...but i've been very busy since May.&lt;div&gt;I've spent the last 6 weeks in Gatlinburg, TN staffing the Smoky Mountain Summer Project with Campus Crusade for Christ. We've had a great summer and it has been encouraging to see the Lord working in the hearts of the students here. I have 4 guys in my group: Stephen, Lee, Kris, and Logan. I love these guys and have enjoyed getting to know them. I'm proud of them for being obedient to the where the Lord is refining them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've also made a lot of videos from the summer that turned out pretty funny. If you would like to view them, please go to www.youtube.com and type: "CLEMSONSHERARD" in the search and all of my videos will show up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope y'all have had a great summer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God Bless,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bobby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085156550495696118-7611943375733803111?l=mynewestblogever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewestblogever.blogspot.com/feeds/7611943375733803111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3085156550495696118&amp;postID=7611943375733803111' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085156550495696118/posts/default/7611943375733803111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085156550495696118/posts/default/7611943375733803111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewestblogever.blogspot.com/2008/07/smsp-2008.html' title='SMSP 2008'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549508718191955381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PvN_Bm2AUgk/SA-TMGS3oAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/0z3R6t_yYgk/S220/BobbEli.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PvN_Bm2AUgk/SHJJF9R0-lI/AAAAAAAAACY/IBY8DYIpfKo/s72-c/n500057330_960104_2109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085156550495696118.post-3236031360672373570</id><published>2008-04-17T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T20:31:47.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time, No type...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvN_Bm2AUgk/SAgV7PGktaI/AAAAAAAAABw/UhfF0cI-qhc/s1600-h/good+gosh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190422677955065250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvN_Bm2AUgk/SAgV7PGktaI/AAAAAAAAABw/UhfF0cI-qhc/s400/good+gosh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After multiple threats and furocious criticism for my lack of blogging, I bring you a new blog! **Ba dada daaaaaaaa....brrrdabrrrdabrrrda...klaaaaaaaadaaaaaaaaaa brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmbaaaaaaaa** (that was an entire orchestra of horns, woodwinds, and flutes with a celebratory intro to this blog)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well well well...let's see, I haven't written since JANUARY. Oh man, i've sucked at this. Let me catch you up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;January 31---I turned 24 and went to Chapel Hill to hang out with JENNA...that was fun...even though I had to spend more than 20 minutes in Chapel Hill....yikes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;February---I planned THREE Valentine DayS for Jenna...that was fun. We hung out in Clemson for a weekend and I think February went really really slow due to the 29th day being there this leap year. I did, however, go see Pride and Prejudice the play at Belmont University with the staff girls. I took good mental notes in order to please the females in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;March--Spring Break was not so much a break...we went to Panama City for Big Break with CCC. It was good to hear my HOMEBOY, ROGER HERSHEY... he brought the truth with a punch and a swift kick to the spiritual shin. I also got to spend Easter with Jenna and her family in Myrtle Beach...that was a very fun weekend and Jenna and her family are more than wonderful....they're majestically wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;April--I was glad to see my last weekend in TN with nothing to do come and go...that got really old, really quick. Friends are important y'all. Hug the ones you have...or the closest stuffed animal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I also got to go home to Clemson for the first time since February. I was able to see such people as: My parents, sisters, Bouchillons (all except Amber), Weston and Heather, John Eckley, Melissa Baker, Courtney Adams, Bobbbby Barbour, Goldberg, Cagle, Brooke Murphy, Hobie and Hannah, Barrett, Bren, Natedog, GraceAnna, Drew and Cheryl, some supporters, people at church, anyone I left out---sorry....and last but not least at ALL....BRADLEY WISE!! I haven't seen Brad in 2.5 years since he's been in Niger, Africa. I missed him a lot and I was very happy to catch up as much as we could in 2 days. He's my homeboy forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you want a staff update, just email me...I don't want to post everything on here...more later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;picture above: Brian Dawkins, Clemson University&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085156550495696118-3236031360672373570?l=mynewestblogever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewestblogever.blogspot.com/feeds/3236031360672373570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3085156550495696118&amp;postID=3236031360672373570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085156550495696118/posts/default/3236031360672373570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085156550495696118/posts/default/3236031360672373570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewestblogever.blogspot.com/2008/04/long-time-no-type.html' title='Long Time, No type...'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549508718191955381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PvN_Bm2AUgk/SA-TMGS3oAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/0z3R6t_yYgk/S220/BobbEli.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvN_Bm2AUgk/SAgV7PGktaI/AAAAAAAAABw/UhfF0cI-qhc/s72-c/good+gosh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085156550495696118.post-2497189506597851476</id><published>2008-01-11T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T10:13:03.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dry-Erase Boards</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154282744695519858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvN_Bm2AUgk/R4ew2QWAenI/AAAAAAAAABY/fbLbkl6V8fI/s320/IMG_0566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you have one? I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I enjoy at the end of each month, taking my dry-erase marker and filling in the calendar with the next month. It helps me be organized when I have to hammer out details on a day-to-day basis. I encourage everyone to get one...they're handy, stylish, and beyond convenient. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, it's been a while since I last "blogged". I'll write a brief summary of the last few weeks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;* Christmas was good. We got to spend some time together at home and I now own every season of The Office. I also now know the anatomy of snowmen and snowwomen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;* Winter Conference was really fun. I got to be a cameraman, hang out with fellow staff, and enjoy my job. I also got to spend some quality time with my favorite Tar Heel in the world: Jenna Pusser. We got a chance to put the phones down for a while and spend some time together in Greensboro in person. Oh, and the University of Maryland did a great job parking the bus in the parking lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;* Jenna and I got to hang out in West End, NC and at Clemson. We met each other's families and had a great weekend watching Juno, having jitters, going out for her dad's 51st birthday, going to the Clemson/UNC game, and have fun talking while we traveled in the Explorer. She's wonderful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154282950853950082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvN_Bm2AUgk/R4exCQWAeoI/AAAAAAAAABg/6DLNvJWSiao/s320/Bobby_Jenna.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, back to the UNC/Clemson game...I just want the WORLD to know that I was on an A+++ behavoir that night and even though Clemson lost at the last second in overtime, I was a good boyfriend and a good sport. The Holy Spirit is the only reasonable explanation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;* I got back to TN on tuesday and we have been planning the last couple of days for the semester to crank up. School starts Monday and so begins another semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, for the lyrics of this post....I have chosen "No Diggity" by Blackstreet. It is a classic and doesn't have too many spiritual connections, but we can critique it nonetheless. I tried to look up what exactly "No diggity" means. I failed. The chorus is: &lt;em&gt;"I like the way you work it. (No diggity) I got to bag it up." &lt;/em&gt;Here is my translation: "Excuse me, Miss...I enjoy the way you walk. (No doubt about it) I would like to take you out for a lovely meal." BUT...I could be wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154283182782184082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvN_Bm2AUgk/R4exPwWAepI/AAAAAAAAABo/nLsn9dmi9NY/s320/No_Diggity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;OK, until next time...this is Bobby thanking you for reading his newest blog ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085156550495696118-2497189506597851476?l=mynewestblogever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewestblogever.blogspot.com/feeds/2497189506597851476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3085156550495696118&amp;postID=2497189506597851476' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085156550495696118/posts/default/2497189506597851476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085156550495696118/posts/default/2497189506597851476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewestblogever.blogspot.com/2008/01/dry-erase-boards.html' title='Dry-Erase Boards'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549508718191955381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PvN_Bm2AUgk/SA-TMGS3oAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/0z3R6t_yYgk/S220/BobbEli.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvN_Bm2AUgk/R4ew2QWAenI/AAAAAAAAABY/fbLbkl6V8fI/s72-c/IMG_0566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085156550495696118.post-2957273910479271754</id><published>2007-12-22T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T17:12:40.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All In the Wrist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvN_Bm2AUgk/R220PwWAemI/AAAAAAAAABQ/5uCvi0fJ6JY/s1600-h/rip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146968131922590306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvN_Bm2AUgk/R220PwWAemI/AAAAAAAAABQ/5uCvi0fJ6JY/s320/rip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fact: I can rip a phonebook in half. No, it's not so much with my drummer forearms...it's all in the wrist. You may be asking yourself, "Hey Bob, do you think I could do that?" The answer is yes. I'll teach you sometime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Having a tattoo might also help in the process of looking beast-like and mighty as you rip from A to Z, impressing some and scaring others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Onto other news...Clemson lost tonight to Ole Miss. 85-82. It was the first loss of the season and I am okay with it. I figure that we went 17-0 last year to start the season and it didn't turn out too well...so let's get the sloppiness out now cause we're gonna need to be on our A-game January 6th...PS: Duke lost this weekend too...so I encourage everyone to focus on their flaws and not so much Clemson's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not too much is new except for: I have to feed my neighbor's dogs until the 26th, I am 5 days away from a highly-anticipated Winter Conference, Joyce Arther is coming to town tomorrow, and I have taken on a new title as co-hottest in the world. Humble, Hot, Hilarious, and _______.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The lyrics for today come from: "&lt;em&gt;Deathbed&lt;/em&gt;" by &lt;strong&gt;Relient K&lt;/strong&gt;. This is a bit tougher to explain, but after an afternoon of talking about man's sin, sheep, and our need for Christ, I will try. The 11 minute song describes the life of a man who had it tough. He lost his dad at a young age, fell into addictions at an early age, lost his wife and kids in a broken marriage, and ultimately finds himself on his own deathbed. He thinks through his whole life, remember how alone he is. He claims that he was scared of Jesus, but as he starts to pass away, he hears Christ remind him of the night he asked for forgiveness. &lt;em&gt;"You cried wolf. The tears they soaked your fur. The blood dripped from your fangs. You said, "What have I done?" You loved that lamb with every sinful bone. And there you wept alone. Your heart was so contrite."&lt;/em&gt; It's sad to the first thought, but it's you and I. Our sins killed that lamb. We're the wolf that, in our own guilt and brokeness, realizes what it is that we've done to what we love. Don't worry--the Lamb comes back to life. It's a great song, I encourage you to youtube it when you have an extra 11 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh and remember: don't run to Greensboro, I won't burn anymore shoes, and I will ABSOULTELY bring you coffee when you're working in the bookstore. The hidden messages are becoming less hidden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;GO HUCKABEE GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146967629411416658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvN_Bm2AUgk/R22zygWAelI/AAAAAAAAABI/WYI4PVjFmc4/s320/huckabee.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085156550495696118-2957273910479271754?l=mynewestblogever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewestblogever.blogspot.com/feeds/2957273910479271754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3085156550495696118&amp;postID=2957273910479271754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085156550495696118/posts/default/2957273910479271754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085156550495696118/posts/default/2957273910479271754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewestblogever.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-all-in-wrist.html' title='It&apos;s All In the Wrist'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549508718191955381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PvN_Bm2AUgk/SA-TMGS3oAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/0z3R6t_yYgk/S220/BobbEli.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvN_Bm2AUgk/R220PwWAemI/AAAAAAAAABQ/5uCvi0fJ6JY/s72-c/rip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085156550495696118.post-1366803960024253812</id><published>2007-12-19T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T13:52:12.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Freedom in Spring...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvN_Bm2AUgk/R2mPNgWAeiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_3tqP2-frGc/s1600-h/RIBBON.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145801511430814242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvN_Bm2AUgk/R2mPNgWAeiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_3tqP2-frGc/s320/RIBBON.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The picture to your left is of me and one of my roommates @ Clemson. We went to walmart one night for a family photo and ended up winning Rhett and Link's Facebook Picture of the Month Award. They still owe us some sort of tanglible award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It feels like December has flown by, yet I find myself with little to do before Christmas. I went to the elementary school the last two days to say hello to former co-workers and children that I helped raise for five years. Most of them haven't changed too much. One 1st grader seems to still be on his toes when it comes to our infamous cut-down fights. Today he claimed that I loved to eat "grizzly bear sandwiches". In my oh-so-mature 23 year old and college graduate defense, I shot back with, "well, all you want for Christmas is to kiss all the girls in your class on the lips!!" He laughed with submission and shouted, "YOU WIN!" It was my first victory versus this child. He stands tall with a 78-1 record.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been helping my dad make some changes to the bathroom upstairs and I've caught up with my thank you cards...but besides that, I am trying to play drums and guitar and wait for Christmas and Campus Crusade's winter conference! CAN NOT WAIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As I said before I wanted to touch on some sort of lyrics each time I write and todays song comes from Switchfoot. From the song, "&lt;strong&gt;Golden&lt;/strong&gt;" off of the album &lt;em&gt;Nothing is Sound&lt;/em&gt;. In the outro, Jon Foreman writes about the beauty of renewal and redemption found in Christ after we recognize (or even don't recognize) our weakness and shortcomings. It's simple, but an awesome picture of forgiveness. &lt;em&gt;"This world is a dead man down. Every breath is a fading crown we wear--Like some debilitated king. (Don't let go tonight). The Earth spins and the moon goes round. The green comes from the frozen ground--And everything will be made new again, like freedom in Spring." &lt;/em&gt;WOOO! Yessir. Although it's a great mental image to find freedom in renewal and rebirth, I am ironically enjoying the colder weather. Hallelujah for God's year-round redemption...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;On a more totally random note, I have developed a new fear (or more-so a concern). People who change themselves in some sort animal or creature. We'll call them "manimals and womanimals". I've seen pictures of Lizardman, Coyoteman, and even Leopardman. The fear comes when I think, "If this person is so serious to tattoo themselves and sharpen their teeth, and mutate themselves, what is going to keep them from pouncing on me in the grocery store or in line at the bank?" I would hope that I'd have a God-given surge of bravery if I ever came in contact with one of them. Maybe I'd share the Gospel...maybe I'd just say, "nice forked tongue."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It is a true honor and priveledge to announce to everyone that I have currently been noted as one (of 2) of the funniest people on earth. This title is accepted with great humility and full-awareness of it's magnitude. I mean...I beat a couple billion people for this, so I thought it was Blog-worthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I leave this post with a bow and a salute to all who take a look at this. May your weeks to come be filled with tinsle, cookies, and baby Jesus. I want som&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvN_Bm2AUgk/R2mRZwWAejI/AAAAAAAAAA4/2_vArdrnvC0/s1600-h/trix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145803920907467314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvN_Bm2AUgk/R2mRZwWAejI/AAAAAAAAAA4/2_vArdrnvC0/s320/trix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e Trix cereal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085156550495696118-1366803960024253812?l=mynewestblogever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewestblogever.blogspot.com/feeds/1366803960024253812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3085156550495696118&amp;postID=1366803960024253812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085156550495696118/posts/default/1366803960024253812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085156550495696118/posts/default/1366803960024253812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewestblogever.blogspot.com/2007/12/like-freedom-in-spring.html' title='Like Freedom in Spring...'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549508718191955381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PvN_Bm2AUgk/SA-TMGS3oAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/0z3R6t_yYgk/S220/BobbEli.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvN_Bm2AUgk/R2mPNgWAeiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_3tqP2-frGc/s72-c/RIBBON.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085156550495696118.post-7152339824654883833</id><published>2007-12-16T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T21:51:10.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Place is the First loser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvN_Bm2AUgk/R2YNbwWAefI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N_GVOur2P84/s1600-h/dead.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144814394802207218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvN_Bm2AUgk/R2YNbwWAefI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N_GVOur2P84/s320/dead.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Welcome to the 100% GENUINE AND OFFICIAL Bobby Sherard Blog. It is all based on a true story and I feel as though it is my duty and responsibility to share with everyone who cares to read what is going on in my life...when I have the time or memory to write...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It is very cold outside and it makes me wonder how in the world it was 75 degrees just a day ago. I think one of the more frustrating things with ClemPson weather is how it rarely snows, but we love to have bitter cold rain. Cold rain is like a silver medal in the Olympics---The Third Place winner is just happy to get a medal, the 1st place winner gets to stand on the highest block, and ol' Silver Medal-winner is stuck with being the FIRST loser. No one wants Silver. No one wants cold rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;On a happier note, I find myself having time to catch my breath from the semester in TN. It's good to see Clemson...even though it's a ghost town without any of the students; However, a new Food Lion has sprouted out of nowhere since the last time I was home...so we continue to grow. I look forward to spending time with the family and knocking the rust off of my drumset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I listen to a lot of music and I like to try to apply certain lyrics to what I'm learning or what I think the Lord is teaching me at the time...and so I want to talk about at least one set of lyrics every time I post. It being the Christmas season, I try to constantly remind myself that it is about Christ and not so much making sure I have bought everyone's presents. I often find myself humbled by the thought of Christ being born so that he could one day die. I am reminded of the fact that I'm made a new creation because of His death (2 Cor. 5:17) which leads me to the first lyrics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvN_Bm2AUgk/R2YLxQWAedI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dJaXD6VgN98/s1600-h/fiveironfrenzy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144812565146139090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvN_Bm2AUgk/R2YLxQWAedI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dJaXD6VgN98/s320/fiveironfrenzy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The lyrics are from the song, "&lt;em&gt;Spartan&lt;/em&gt;" by the GREATEST band in the world: FIVE IRON FRENZY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Reese Roper describes the scene of Christ's birth and the fact that the past, that night, and all of the future was already covered in His perfect plan. He stresses that Christ has covered anything--even what we try to create on our own to make us feel better. &lt;em&gt;"The angels are singing over the plains. The shepherds are quaking; echoing refrains. And all of &lt;strong&gt;our&lt;/strong&gt; slogans, designed to take away the pain, meant nothing to the Son of God that night in Bethlehem." &lt;/em&gt;Beautiful! I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not sure what the rules are for these things...but I do feel an unusual freedom to just write whenever and about whatever---so with that said, Y'all have been warned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll post again whenever my Clemson party is over. 10 guys on the back of a truck with a portable TV and without a sidehug is not as much fun as it sounds...so it'll be sooner than later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3085156550495696118-7152339824654883833?l=mynewestblogever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewestblogever.blogspot.com/feeds/7152339824654883833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3085156550495696118&amp;postID=7152339824654883833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085156550495696118/posts/default/7152339824654883833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3085156550495696118/posts/default/7152339824654883833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewestblogever.blogspot.com/2007/12/2nd-place-is-first-loser.html' title='2nd Place is the First loser'/><author><name>Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07549508718191955381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PvN_Bm2AUgk/SA-TMGS3oAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/0z3R6t_yYgk/S220/BobbEli.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvN_Bm2AUgk/R2YNbwWAefI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N_GVOur2P84/s72-c/dead.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
