<?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-4737219185996889924</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:16:10.742-06:00</updated><category term='starcraft'/><category term='lan'/><category term='play starcraft'/><category term='gaming'/><category term='networking'/><category term='hamachi'/><category term='lan service'/><category term='forcebindip'/><title type='text'>The Lyrical trap</title><subtitle type='html'>Not a place of any true direction.  It's a web of the tangled thoughts in my mind.  As the thoughts come to surface and leave the nest they will arrive here.  Till then follow your heart and soul, and perhaps soon enough you can land in my web of words!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-5405820174231256444</id><published>2011-01-08T22:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T22:43:10.841-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Give thanks to the Lord</title><content type='html'>One Love One Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Marley said it best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lets get together and feel alright, lets give thanks and the praise to Lord and I will feel alright."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is the almighty the all powerful and he is wonderful.  All he wants from us is to believe.  Believe in his love for us, let him into our lives to change our sinful ways.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you listen to the words of Marley's song you feel the presence of a torn world, "children crying, hopeful sinners" it makes you wonder a bit.  Yet the underlying message is lets give Thanks to the Lord and feel alright.  We can't change this world on our own, we need God's help his love and his guidance.  Change comes from within and from within God rests and waits for us to call on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lets get together and feel alright", lets gather our hearts and lost souls and give them to God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-5405820174231256444?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/5405820174231256444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=5405820174231256444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/5405820174231256444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/5405820174231256444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2011/01/give-thanks-to-lord.html' title='Give thanks to the Lord'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-275600603006936943</id><published>2010-12-07T20:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T20:58:53.039-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck</title><content type='html'>Take a look around&lt;br /&gt;what you see is what you got&lt;br /&gt;dreaming sometimes seems futile&lt;br /&gt;hell I'm pretty darked out&lt;br /&gt;yet somehow deep down faith resides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't get it&lt;br /&gt;I've been here &lt;br /&gt;stuck&lt;br /&gt;drained daily&lt;br /&gt;struggling&lt;br /&gt;Stuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't get it&lt;br /&gt;prayers flying &lt;br /&gt;hourly&lt;br /&gt;daily&lt;br /&gt;all the time&lt;br /&gt;Stuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What good is it to dream&lt;br /&gt;how does it help&lt;br /&gt;it just hurts more&lt;br /&gt;dreams don't always come true&lt;br /&gt;Stuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't get it&lt;br /&gt;life is good&lt;br /&gt;yet a piece of me is hurting&lt;br /&gt;aching&lt;br /&gt;ready to give in&lt;br /&gt;Stuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams&lt;br /&gt;really what for&lt;br /&gt;hope??&lt;br /&gt;is it what we think it is?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I just don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faith&lt;br /&gt;what is it&lt;br /&gt;a false hope?&lt;br /&gt;I doubt it..&lt;br /&gt;yet I question it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't get it&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to saddle up&lt;br /&gt;take this mess and shove it&lt;br /&gt;Stuck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-275600603006936943?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/275600603006936943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=275600603006936943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/275600603006936943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/275600603006936943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2010/12/stuck.html' title='Stuck'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-6111060552841914088</id><published>2010-10-11T23:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T23:14:32.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wha??</title><content type='html'>SO what?  I ditched what is so modern.  I gave up cable tv, I gave up fancy cell phone.  I decided to step away from the modern world.  Yet I get razed, called silly.  Yet I don't judge what you do, I don't call you out on your decisions or your distractions.  I chose a life of financially responsibility, and a distraction free life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather sleep under the stars, rather than wake up to a phone that isn't blinking with a facebook notification, or a threatening work email.  This life we lead if full of distraction, full of frustration.  Why confuse it with a phone that is always in touch, why delude family time with 200+ channels of crap I don't care about.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a wife I love, a bike to ride, and a sun and moon to light my way.  This world is so beauftiful, life is to short to be distracted 24-7.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose my freedom from the technology I so love, so let me live my happy free life without your judgments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-6111060552841914088?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/6111060552841914088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=6111060552841914088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/6111060552841914088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/6111060552841914088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2010/10/wha.html' title='Wha??'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-6898363581654672228</id><published>2010-08-11T22:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:41:32.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flood Waters</title><content type='html'>Moving along at high speeds.  The breeze is stinging my face, my heart is pounding now.  Lets pick up the speed a bit more, lets see were the limit is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be it, to the limit is where we are headed baby.  The edge is near, yet I just cant see it, just a bit more now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have arrived, I'm freaking out and adrenaline is flowing like flood waters.  The surge in my body is to much now.  Its overwhelming me, I'm collapsing from the rush, the waters have calmed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets pack this one up.  Its time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-6898363581654672228?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/6898363581654672228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=6898363581654672228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/6898363581654672228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/6898363581654672228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2010/08/flood-waters.html' title='Flood Waters'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-8807866298714035401</id><published>2010-08-11T22:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:42:22.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Battlefields</title><content type='html'>You thought you had me&lt;br /&gt;Your plan was flawless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the ropes&lt;br /&gt;Ready to sit it out &lt;br /&gt;convinced this was it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your so clever&lt;br /&gt;So eager to destroy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet you forgot&lt;br /&gt;The strength within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This foundation is solid&lt;br /&gt;Its built on truths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Built on wisdom&lt;br /&gt;Supported by Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll take more than this&lt;br /&gt;More than you have in your bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move on now&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to win this war&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-8807866298714035401?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/8807866298714035401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=8807866298714035401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/8807866298714035401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/8807866298714035401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2010/08/battlefields.html' title='Battlefields'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-2328211976964521891</id><published>2010-04-15T11:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T11:25:36.971-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Volcano</title><content type='html'>Simply put I don't need your approval&lt;br /&gt;I don't need you to read into every word I say&lt;br /&gt;for the LOVE people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get your own lives &lt;br /&gt;don't tell me how to live mine&lt;br /&gt;I don't verse you in your wrongs&lt;br /&gt;so don't verse me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't read into every word I say&lt;br /&gt;this world isn't just about you&lt;br /&gt;GROW UP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of this childless mess&lt;br /&gt;GROW UP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE are all adults here &lt;br /&gt;so act like one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-2328211976964521891?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/2328211976964521891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=2328211976964521891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/2328211976964521891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/2328211976964521891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2010/04/volcano.html' title='Volcano'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-6338018322787895123</id><published>2010-04-07T16:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T21:04:03.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunting</title><content type='html'>Been hunting for awhile baby&lt;br /&gt;The Pines are full this year&lt;br /&gt;not enough room for my soul in here&lt;br /&gt;Lost my rifle at the gate&lt;br /&gt;Been searching for my fire for days now&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a long hard night again&lt;br /&gt;As the wolfs howl I  shiver with fear&lt;br /&gt;Honey it won't be long now before the beasts take it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I been hunting now for sometime&lt;br /&gt;Been searching for that open door&lt;br /&gt;These pines are full with no room for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey been Searching for food to fall from the oaks&lt;br /&gt;Lord o lord let me find some freedom on these woods&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-6338018322787895123?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/6338018322787895123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=6338018322787895123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/6338018322787895123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/6338018322787895123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2010/04/hunting.html' title='Hunting'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-6354964789465546924</id><published>2010-04-07T16:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T16:21:12.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>not sure how I feel</title><content type='html'>Asked how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Just not quite sure&lt;br /&gt;Lost my feelings awhile back&lt;br /&gt;They were tormenting me&lt;br /&gt;Bringing me down&lt;br /&gt;Check my bags&lt;br /&gt;They are out bound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It became to much&lt;br /&gt;I tried to stay strong&lt;br /&gt;Be the man I needed to be&lt;br /&gt;The glass broke&lt;br /&gt;Sheilds down&lt;br /&gt;I'm wide open now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and get me&lt;br /&gt;Easy target&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-6354964789465546924?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/6354964789465546924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=6354964789465546924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/6354964789465546924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/6354964789465546924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-sure-how-i-feel.html' title='not sure how I feel'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-6316316378826385188</id><published>2010-04-07T16:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T22:04:59.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A happy man</title><content type='html'>Consider it done&lt;br /&gt;A life fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;Goals accomplished&lt;br /&gt;Mountains climbed&lt;br /&gt;Family's loved&lt;br /&gt;God honored&lt;br /&gt;A man blessed beyond words&lt;br /&gt;Here it is&lt;br /&gt;My life's last breath&lt;br /&gt;Consider me happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-6316316378826385188?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/6316316378826385188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=6316316378826385188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/6316316378826385188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/6316316378826385188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-man.html' title='A happy man'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-8224320305014427663</id><published>2010-04-07T16:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T08:29:56.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Completion</title><content type='html'>You ask me to do it&lt;br /&gt;Yet no instruction on how to complete&lt;br /&gt;Alone into the dark I wonder&lt;br /&gt;Focused on pleasing you&lt;br /&gt;Your words echo in my head&lt;br /&gt;Failure has never been an option&lt;br /&gt;Victory is the only answer&lt;br /&gt;The only solution is&lt;br /&gt;All in all&lt;br /&gt;Chips have been put in&lt;br /&gt;Resting my faith on one thing&lt;br /&gt;My faith in him&lt;br /&gt;And my mind&lt;br /&gt;Stronger than Any&lt;br /&gt;Pain doesn't enter here&lt;br /&gt;Quitting is just noise&lt;br /&gt;Not a reality&lt;br /&gt;Victory is the only answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-8224320305014427663?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/8224320305014427663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=8224320305014427663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/8224320305014427663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/8224320305014427663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2010/04/completion.html' title='Completion'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-8669762954137545131</id><published>2010-04-07T15:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T15:55:08.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyclist of Pure Hearts!</title><content type='html'>Today as I planned a fundraiser event for a friend I started to look deeper into the event and the absolute charity of peoples hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently a good friend of mine was injured in a cycling accident and was sent to the hospital.  She wound up breaking 6 ribs, punctured a lung, broken collarbone, and had a bad concussion.  As my friends and I were told of the news our hearts were saddened as she is a wonderful person and has a heart of gold.  As we spoke more amongst one another it was like a light came on in our heads.  We all decided to put together a fundraiser of sorts in her honor to help her cover the rising hospital bills.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time of the accident I was out of town, before I could make it home people were already planning the exact same thing.  I was amazed at how willing people were to lend a hand, give a dollar to a friend in need.  Before long we had plan in place and invites sent out describing our intentions.  Within hours more than 50 people were in saying they were willing to visit our proposed dinner and bring a minimum of $25 to donate to our injured friend.  It has now been two days and over 90 people have said their coming to our fundraiser which is still over a week away.  I am simply blown away at the pure generosity of peoples hearts and the love they show for a friend in need.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through all this in just helping a friend I have seen a new face of people I thought died awhile ago.  The cycling community of Katy and Houston has shown me people are still human, and they still do love one another.  The cycling community showed me that a friend on a bike is a family member in our hearts.  It has proven to me that good still does exist in a world, that is anything but always good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is Good, God is great, and his people are amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-8669762954137545131?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/8669762954137545131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=8669762954137545131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/8669762954137545131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/8669762954137545131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2010/04/cyclist-of-pure-hearts.html' title='Cyclist of Pure Hearts!'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-538341067179413656</id><published>2010-03-11T15:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T16:08:09.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lining it up...</title><content type='html'>Funny I started this blog in my head hours ago while on my bike.  Life what's it all about really?  Is it all built around a few key things, or a culmination of everything thats thrown our way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might hope I have an answer for you, but I am just like you I dont have a clue.  What I can tell you, is find your priorities and set them straight.  Again easier said then done.  Yet we all find ourselves dedicated, concentrated on certain things and leaving out so many other things.  I'm not saying we shouldn't find focus in our lives, but more so of finding focus on the right things.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few nights ago my wife and I sat down and she asked me what are my priorities.  I quickly replied I wished you hadn't asked me that.  I said that because I knew what mine were and they weren't in line with what they should be.  You see it's so easy to lose focus on something so important.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's to easy to get lost in an addiction to drugs, alcohol, or in my case working out then it is to focus on spritual growth with the Lord.  It's easier than focusing on being the friend your friends need, a Spouse that is loving, forgiving and understanding when its tough, than it is to give up whats best for yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I came to realize from one simple conversation is that life is complicated and in one way or another we slip up.  I do lots of times, perhaps more than I'd like to admit.  Sometimes the only thing we can do is make the hard choices in an effort to better our life and those around us.  Sacrifices are never easy, and sometimes the rewards are hard to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-538341067179413656?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/538341067179413656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=538341067179413656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/538341067179413656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/538341067179413656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2010/03/lining-it-up.html' title='Lining it up...'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-2264969485912937261</id><published>2010-03-08T17:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T17:55:54.389-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain follow up</title><content type='html'>So its been just shy of a month since Operation Rain kicked off.  Its been fun, and I can see definite improvements in my phyiscal fitness.  I decided it was time to sit down and blog about my improvements, short comings and everything else going down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I started the year off, behind and out of shape compared to last year.  I knew I had along journey ahead as I have 7 months till climbing date.  I have decided to hire a trainer to help me in not over training, and of course under training for my event.  I have become fearful that I am going to do to much, and notice few results, or worse injury.  Currently I am still training on my original plan, until we get a plan settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have noticed over these three weeks.  I have noticed my heart-rate is progressively getting better, and less energy is needed for the same efforts.  I have been able to tolerate much more pain at higher efforts, yet recovery time is slower.  I have been on top of my running shape, while cycling shape is slow to build; working out 6 days in a row is tough, yet bearable.  All in all, being only 3.5 weeks into all this I can feel and see improvements. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Only 6 months to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-2264969485912937261?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/2264969485912937261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=2264969485912937261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/2264969485912937261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/2264969485912937261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2010/03/rain-follow-up.html' title='Rain follow up'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-8335995940849700943</id><published>2010-03-01T17:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T17:23:59.633-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring the Pain</title><content type='html'>So today I had a PR(Personal Record) of 8miles in an hr while running.  I am excited about my accomplishment as I wasn't sure I had it in me just yet.  I just started my training only a month ago and haven't been focusing on intense efforts for an extended amount of time.  Today I proved to myself I have it in me, yet I still have some work to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 30 minutes I was at 3.73 miles.  I was pretty sure I was behind my time, and unsure if I had the legs to pick up the pace to make up for the .27 miles I was off.  I settled into a pace that was tough, but bearable.  I left everything my legs had and was able to pull it off and finish 8 miles in just under 1hr.  59:40 was my exact time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was settling into my pace, my mind began to wonder as it always does.  I find a new level of pain tolerance as the burn starts to take over my legs.  I can never explain how it feels, or why I enjoy the tormenting of my body.  Yet I seek it out, I seek to prove to myself I can overcome anything, any pain, any turbulence thrown my way.  My mind is a machine I choose to push to it limits, only to come back and push it a bit further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to maintain a 7:27/mile pace with a max of 5:50/mile. I'm pleased with my efforts and have already began to plan on how I can pull out 9 or even 10 miles in under an hr.  While those seem far off, I tell myself 8 was far off and I pulled it off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few tidbits of random thoughts my mind had as I ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the pain settles in, I get comfortable&lt;br /&gt;As the blood starts pumping, my legs get moving&lt;br /&gt;Pain is temporary, glory is forever&lt;br /&gt;I wont stop, until I tell myself to&lt;br /&gt;The mind is much stronger than the pain in my legs&lt;br /&gt;CCR is by far the best running music!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-8335995940849700943?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/8335995940849700943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=8335995940849700943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/8335995940849700943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/8335995940849700943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2010/03/bring-pain.html' title='Bring the Pain'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-5858726094595609998</id><published>2010-02-17T08:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T09:17:07.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation Rain</title><content type='html'>As Operation Rain gets underway I thought it might be best to inform those pondering what in the world I'm talking about.  Simply put it's not a rain dance, not a PS3 game im hooked on, and no I'm not wrapped up in some designer drug (is there one I should know about HA).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operation Rain is a training goal of mine to get me in the best shape of my life.  This year I signed up to do a guided trip to Climb Mount Rainier in Seattle Washington (Thus Rain).  I am focused more than ever to get in shape well beyond my previous years to conquer this mountain with ease and have no excuses when it comes to my physical shape.  Of course like any other sporting event I get involved in, Mountaineering requires alot of physical and mental focus. Mountaneering not only  requires the physical part of long climbs and technical traverses but you also battle cold, weather and who knows what else that challenge your mind to its core.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in an effort to train right I have designed a plan that not only will test my physical being and build it up beyond anywhere I have been before.  It will also try my mental aptitude to bear the trials of lots of working out, laziness and of course life!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In its Skeletal form Operation Rain is as follows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 days of working out 1 day off (Sounds Crazy Maybe, but Mountains don't take breaks)&lt;br /&gt;3 days of 1 hr runs (current 6 miles in 1 hr) goal 8 miles an hr&lt;br /&gt;3 days of 2 hrs on the bike (current 36 miles) goals not defined&lt;br /&gt;2 days post work (cycling days) gym workouts light weights 4 sets of 15 reps upper body as well as lower body work outs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monthly goals&lt;br /&gt;Minimum of 1 - 1-2 day hikes carrying 20lbs of weight on my back (increase weight as climb approaches)&lt;br /&gt;Minimum of 1-2 camping trips hiking with bare essentials (prepare for the worst)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously my training plan has much more built into it, but I don't have those clearly defined yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As any normal man in life I have responsibilities as a Husband, and employee and perhaps most importantly a Man of God.  Yet I strive to find balance in all these things.  So here's to Operation Rain and the glory it will bring when I stand atop my first mountain and hopefully the beginning of a mountaineering journey for a lifetime!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-5858726094595609998?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/5858726094595609998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=5858726094595609998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/5858726094595609998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/5858726094595609998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2010/02/operation-rain.html' title='Operation Rain'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-4331157233849969721</id><published>2010-02-09T10:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T10:39:28.515-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Up and Beyond</title><content type='html'>"What was the closest you ever got to the top of a mountain?" Steven Colbert&lt;br /&gt;"I was 300 feet from the top of everest and had to turn around." Ed Viesturs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know Ed Viesturs, he is the Lance Armstrong of Mountaineering with the exception of the cancer struggle. Not that that takes anything away from him as he is the most decorated American Mountain climber I can think of.  He has climbed the worlds 14 peaks all without the help of oxygen.  While that might not sound like much to you, or in the case of Lance the tour looks easy ITS not.  Its simply amazing what both men have accomplished and why so many look up to them for inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I see when I look at these men is myself, just less decorated, but equally strong on the inside.  As I listen to these guys talk I hear myself talking, we all look to find the most difficult and trying circumstances to put our bodies through only to surface on the other side.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter my obsession with Mount Everest.  It's the world Tallest Mountain a place many have gone to conquer the mountain, or sadly perish in their attempts.  Yet I lay away at nights imagining what it'd be like to stand a top the world, how much can my body truly take, how much stronger is my mind than most.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As 2010 started I placed upon myself and my loving wife a plan to start my journey in hopes one day I was fortunate to make the trip to Everest. I will start small with Mt Rainier in Seattle a mere 14,411 feet above sea level, and then progress to what I hope is Mount McKinley in  Alaska that is 20,320 feet and then on to Himalaya were the big mountains live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on for hours as my mind is racing with joy, fear, and passion for the journey ahead.  So until then my training has started to be in the best shape of my life and ready to conquer the worlds peaks!&lt;br /&gt;JR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-4331157233849969721?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/4331157233849969721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=4331157233849969721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/4331157233849969721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/4331157233849969721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2010/02/up-and-beyond.html' title='Up and Beyond'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-3599850450429224725</id><published>2010-02-05T14:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T14:54:05.801-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here it is now</title><content type='html'>Here it is now&lt;br /&gt;It seems like a year then&lt;br /&gt;Since we firs spoke&lt;br /&gt;That first glance&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit shy&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps just a bit high&lt;br /&gt;But I knew then&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't long before we would be&lt;br /&gt;Jus you and me&lt;br /&gt;Together forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music played in the background&lt;br /&gt;We danced&lt;br /&gt;We sang&lt;br /&gt;As you twirledi laughed&lt;br /&gt;You smiled&lt;br /&gt;Harmony found a place&lt;br /&gt;That night&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;Free&lt;br /&gt;From it all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-3599850450429224725?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/3599850450429224725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=3599850450429224725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/3599850450429224725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/3599850450429224725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2010/02/here-it-is-now.html' title='Here it is now'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-640181192649434978</id><published>2010-01-12T21:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T21:49:00.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What is about and been about</title><content type='html'>As this year started up I thought deep down what I wanted to accomplish in life, and how I wanted to be remembered.  Perhaps not all of us, but some of us want to be remembered for what we did on this earth.  We focus on how the people see us, if they like us, want to be like us etc..  I admit at times I fell into that category.  It wasn't until Church the other day was my thinking challenged and rocked.  Our pastor explained how people are lost and consumed by every day and lose site of living this life honoring and pursuing a healthy relationship with Christ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while my thinking and my true direction in life have truly changed, I still have a few things i'd love to accomplish Lord willing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Baby with my Wife&lt;br /&gt;Honor the Lord to the best of my ability&lt;br /&gt;Ride my bike through some of the worlds most scenic places&lt;br /&gt;See the Northern Lights&lt;br /&gt;Climb Mt Everest&lt;br /&gt;Visit the North Pole&lt;br /&gt;Drive an F1 Car&lt;br /&gt;Swim with Great White Sharks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I leave you with this.  Remember me for not what I have done, but what I want to be a Man of God, a husband who loved and honored his wife and family to his fullest potential, and a friend who would go to the end of the world to help a friend in need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-640181192649434978?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/640181192649434978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=640181192649434978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/640181192649434978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you heard us O Lord&lt;br /&gt;Strengthen our foundations &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep this boat from rocking&lt;br /&gt;instead calm the seas of our hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strengthen us O Lord&lt;br /&gt;settle these hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Months was not long enough&lt;br /&gt;Time was not on his side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost the chance to see this earth&lt;br /&gt;missed the chance to birth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never had a chance&lt;br /&gt;to feel romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven awaits&lt;br /&gt;our hearts ache&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-5991208922402860492?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/5991208922402860492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-7862916792152411616</id><published>2009-11-29T23:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T23:23:34.899-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good OR Bad</title><content type='html'>You decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some might think I'm rash&lt;br /&gt;some might i don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its up to you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you push me&lt;br /&gt;I'll push back&lt;br /&gt;take it easy&lt;br /&gt;I'll grab a beer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its up to you&lt;br /&gt;I try to be kind&lt;br /&gt;you act a fool&lt;br /&gt;get your dukes up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had enough&lt;br /&gt;its time &lt;br /&gt;past due&lt;br /&gt;to grow up&lt;br /&gt;man up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Bad'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-7513623238696598788</id><published>2009-10-28T21:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T21:46:34.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cha-Cha-Changes</title><content type='html'>Assuming you read the title I am sure you have a good insight into were this blog will lead.  In case you didn't it leads to cha-cha-changes in my life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk about the Lord quite often, I mention his name and the pull he has on my life.  I admit phases pass and go more often than seasons.  Yet truly I feel this time is soo different.  Rachel and I are making huge efforts to get involved to dive deep and hold on this time.  We have a wonderful Church (Crosspoint Community Church) and have dug our heals in.  Man alive the Lord has blessed this place and our hearts.  We smile with greatness and rise early Sunday mornings to head off to Church.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see in my few years on this earth I have seen alot, and done alot.  Yet none to far at all time the Holy Spirit was there calling me waiting and watching.  He never once judged me, just stood patiently.  Here and there I answered the call and was amazed, yet somehow I got lost in myself.  Got greedy and pushed him aside.  Being loving and caring he let me go, hoping I would come back.  Patiently he sat and waited.  I would say hi in passing, give him the old head knod.  He smiled yet, deep down he was wanting my full attention.  Well he's waited long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I stand here Lord all yours.  Ears, eyes Heart and Soul I'm all yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-7513623238696598788?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/7513623238696598788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=7513623238696598788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/7513623238696598788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/7513623238696598788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2009/10/cha-cha-changes.html' title='Cha-Cha-Changes'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-4228206204423561245</id><published>2009-10-19T22:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T22:14:25.622-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuning the Keyboard</title><content type='html'>So here goes&lt;br /&gt;music is in the background&lt;br /&gt;just hit play&lt;br /&gt;Time to tune my mind&lt;br /&gt;test the keyboard&lt;br /&gt;make sure keys are aligned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has been fully present &lt;br /&gt;Been alive in me&lt;br /&gt;living brightly in my world&lt;br /&gt;I feel close to him&lt;br /&gt;His word has become mine&lt;br /&gt;My heart is holding him tighter&lt;br /&gt;confused at times&lt;br /&gt;yet complete always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been interesting&lt;br /&gt;Rewarding&lt;br /&gt;yet frustrating&lt;br /&gt;realized&lt;br /&gt;people will always surprise you&lt;br /&gt;its not always what you think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep an open mind&lt;br /&gt;you might need to escape the box&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-4228206204423561245?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/4228206204423561245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=4228206204423561245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/4228206204423561245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/4228206204423561245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2009/10/tuning-keyboard.html' title='Tuning the Keyboard'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-2887242547097178402</id><published>2009-10-12T22:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T22:44:46.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Really?</title><content type='html'>Wow August 14th was the last one?  That is just nuts, what a waste of web space Ha.  Well I'm back and I'm hopefully staying this round a bit longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on keeping this blog short and to the point.  I have a mind that's racing with joy, a soul that's in full gear, and a heart exploding with love.  It has been a great past month and I have lacked lots in typing it out and letting those who enjoy reading, enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So get your eyes set, minds ready, because I fully plan on laying it down and challenging you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Back!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-2887242547097178402?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/2887242547097178402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=2887242547097178402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/2887242547097178402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/2887242547097178402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2009/10/really.html' title='Really?'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-6021018746004522256</id><published>2009-08-14T10:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T10:32:41.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out and Back</title><content type='html'>As I ran myself into the ground the other day I pondered a blog about the trials of working out.  The pain and glory associated with competition, failed workouts etc.  As I struggled through a workout, and highly contemplated throwing in the towel my mind switched gears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was running something I hadn't done in at least 6 months.  Don't get me wrong I ride bikes daily, and work out lots.  But in the sense of running I had done nothing.  As I tore out on my run I felt great, legs were pumping and the tunes were jamming.  About 2 miles into my 4 mile run my legs began to hurt, like really hurt.  As normal I was pushing through the pain (lactic acid) and focusing on staying strong.  I kept on running and turned around about 2.5 miles.  It wasn't long after I could hardly push it anymore.  I had to stop and walk (something I never do).  I could no longer run the pain in my legs had built up so much it was like running with lead weights.  It wasn't happening anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked I was reflecting on the day, my frustrations in life.  My angers towards my current situation and how I just wanted to escape it all.  I was not only made about life, I was even more angry I had to walk during my run.  As the sweat poured down my brow it dawned on me.  In my efforts to become a stronger cyclist I gave up running and in return my body adapted for a different exercise.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see in life we choose certain paths to pursue and nine times out of ten those paths are absent of the Lord.  Our bodies, minds adapt for other activities and soon forget about the Lord knocking on our door.  The Lord had been knocking on my door for awhile, but I chose to put him last.  I chose to navigate my own direction.  Soon I found myself frustrated empty and lost.  As I struggled on my run that day I realized the Lord was what I needed.  He was my guiding light to fill this void, calm this anger, and give me hope for the future.  Had I chose to ignore him further who knows were i would be.  I assure you this blog wouldn't have had a happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So remember in life the Lord is #1 everything else is second.  He is our light, he is our savior, and he is our World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-6021018746004522256?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/6021018746004522256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=6021018746004522256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/6021018746004522256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/6021018746004522256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2009/08/out-and-back.html' title='Out and Back'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-1286779686251784292</id><published>2009-07-13T11:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T11:14:11.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloudy Confusion</title><content type='html'>Motivation has thrown itself to the wind&lt;br /&gt;blown away and lost &lt;br /&gt;motivation to work, ride, are hurting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has taken over in my life&lt;br /&gt;I gave him the key to my soul&lt;br /&gt;and then I tried to run&lt;br /&gt;forgot to open my ears, my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's here pulling &lt;br /&gt;I'm fighting for no reason&lt;br /&gt;time to stop typing &lt;br /&gt;start reading&lt;br /&gt;listening &lt;br /&gt;Lord I'm coming back&lt;br /&gt;please pull me back in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont run this time&lt;br /&gt;Ready to join you &lt;br /&gt;Ready to love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-1286779686251784292?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/1286779686251784292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=1286779686251784292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/1286779686251784292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/1286779686251784292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2009/07/cloudy-confusion.html' title='Cloudy Confusion'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-5663542917412253153</id><published>2009-07-13T10:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T10:52:02.017-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Horizon</title><content type='html'>I came here with a point in mind.&lt;br /&gt;it escaped me, it ran like my dreams&lt;br /&gt;i'm chasing it, but my legs wont move&lt;br /&gt;my heart is on its way, my soul in tow&lt;br /&gt;yet the body cant close the gap&lt;br /&gt;soon everything will be caught up&lt;br /&gt;yet my physical being is left in the wake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing will be left but the white murky waters &lt;br /&gt;the tide has carried the rest and met my dreams&lt;br /&gt;i must unbeach myself&lt;br /&gt;must get back into the rhythm &lt;br /&gt;re-connect with the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dreams await on the horizon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-5663542917412253153?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/5663542917412253153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=5663542917412253153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/5663542917412253153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/5663542917412253153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2009/07/horizon.html' title='The Horizon'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-8493052491929448008</id><published>2009-06-27T22:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T22:56:57.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Webs of materialism</title><content type='html'>Something hit me today.  Figuratively speaking of course.  My body is beat, my mind is shot and I am ready to hit the highway.  Not sure what has come across me, but it has one hell of a pull on my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching part of a movie today about a man who had it all and decided to throw it all away.  Him his wife and 9 kids had an RV and traveled the world surfing every were.  They went on to talk about the highs and lows, but all in all wouldn't have changed a bit of it.  His quote at the beginning of the movie was this "when we had nothing we lived in cultist bliss, when we wanted something it hit the fan"  Interesting words I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of money, tired of busting my ass for so little, worn out from the rythmic pattern of day to day.  It's time to reprogram the remote of life.  It's time to configure a new path.  It's time to throw this useless crap to the wind.  After all I can't take it to the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught up in webs of materialism lost in a world tangled in itself.  Time is ours and it's waiting at our feet.  Which direction will you choose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-8493052491929448008?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/8493052491929448008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=8493052491929448008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/8493052491929448008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/8493052491929448008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2009/06/webs-of-materialism.html' title='Webs of materialism'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-1548762544518438622</id><published>2009-06-26T21:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T22:05:32.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Session</title><content type='html'>tonight as I scratched my head "the Shins" playing in the background I figured a blog was in order.  What am I going to blog about crossed my mind and honestly nothing has arrived yet.  I almost feel like therapy is in session as my fingers type out a smooth rhythm of letters.  As the screen fills with the words my fingers rhythmically type I wonder off in my mind.  How is it my fingers know the direction of which to type.  You see I have learned a long time ago how to type without viewing the keyboard.  Well to any one of a young age that's brainless.  That is just the point there, its brainless.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened when did I stop using my brain, when did I teach it rhythmic functions.  It's not challenged anymore sadly.  It's a rhythm now, a function I have dialed in like a remote to power on.  It begins with the alarm clock going off, function wake up, eat, work, sleep.  On occasion throw in bike ride.  Bikes rides are a wonderful blissful stimulus but my brain isn't working.  No electrons are firing upstairs no sir they are sitting relaxing.  What happened I cant move up, I cant take it to the next level like this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might think I don't see through their moves, but I do.  I may not always catch it, but 9 times out of 10 I do.  I am sick of it, tired of people thinking they one up me.  Perhaps letting them think they have won is the best approach, perhaps I will have the last laugh on this one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arg the mood has left me now.  I am frustrated now, a bit relaxed yet something has stirred tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-1548762544518438622?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/1548762544518438622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=1548762544518438622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/1548762544518438622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/1548762544518438622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-session.html' title='In Session'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-4734839863888656687</id><published>2009-06-17T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T20:38:19.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pin Prick</title><content type='html'>When is it&lt;br /&gt;The time &lt;br /&gt;The moment&lt;br /&gt;Is it before&lt;br /&gt;Or after&lt;br /&gt;The noise begins &lt;br /&gt;Softly &lt;br /&gt;Milder&lt;br /&gt;Louder&lt;br /&gt;Piercing&lt;br /&gt;When is it&lt;br /&gt;The time exactly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-4734839863888656687?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/4734839863888656687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=4734839863888656687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/4734839863888656687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/4734839863888656687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2009/06/pin-prick.html' title='Pin Prick'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-6927034113983223190</id><published>2009-06-17T20:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T20:27:43.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpet Ride</title><content type='html'>Take me away&lt;br /&gt;Mind wonder like you do&lt;br /&gt;Its time to retreat to a place &lt;br /&gt;Somewhere new&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere that we haven’t been before&lt;br /&gt;Let’s jump on our rug &lt;br /&gt;Hover up and away&lt;br /&gt;Its time to explore&lt;br /&gt;Let’s cut these ropes&lt;br /&gt;Time to cut the chord &lt;br /&gt;Existence, status quo&lt;br /&gt;Just society taking weighing us down&lt;br /&gt;Let these threads float&lt;br /&gt;Send me to another place&lt;br /&gt;Far away for now&lt;br /&gt;Let loose the weights now&lt;br /&gt;Rise, rise, rise&lt;br /&gt;Away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-6927034113983223190?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/6927034113983223190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=6927034113983223190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/6927034113983223190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/6927034113983223190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2009/06/carpet-ride.html' title='Carpet Ride'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-8620657228500551111</id><published>2009-06-10T08:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T08:59:53.568-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weightless</title><content type='html'>Sitting here music in the background...&lt;br /&gt;mind is off in a distant land&lt;br /&gt;all my worries all my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;left some were behind me now&lt;br /&gt;the music reaches deep inside me now&lt;br /&gt;takes hold of my soul&lt;br /&gt;carries me away &lt;br /&gt;as i sit here in this field&lt;br /&gt;the winds whispers past my ear&lt;br /&gt;the sun lays upon my skin&lt;br /&gt;silence all around&lt;br /&gt;I feel weightless &lt;br /&gt;almost if I could float away&lt;br /&gt;the grass is soft &lt;br /&gt;i lay on my back &lt;br /&gt;close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;the world passes by me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am in the stars looking back now&lt;br /&gt;blue beautiful earth below me&lt;br /&gt;the site is amazing&lt;br /&gt;as i orbit around &lt;br /&gt;it all hits me&lt;br /&gt;the times I had there in earth&lt;br /&gt;empty now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world was only a brief stop over&lt;br /&gt;its time now&lt;br /&gt;a whisper in my ear&lt;br /&gt;"It's time now&lt;br /&gt;I am ready to put you to work&lt;br /&gt;hear me now son &lt;br /&gt;i have been calling you &lt;br /&gt;are you listening" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am rushing towards the ground now&lt;br /&gt;the roar of the wind passes by&lt;br /&gt;i am scared&lt;br /&gt;restless&lt;br /&gt;life is settling in&lt;br /&gt;fear&lt;br /&gt;worry&lt;br /&gt;what does he mean&lt;br /&gt;can I handle it??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-8620657228500551111?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/8620657228500551111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=8620657228500551111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/8620657228500551111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/8620657228500551111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2009/06/weightless.html' title='Weightless'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-8571516452670232680</id><published>2009-05-11T08:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T09:22:33.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Convicted</title><content type='html'>As most times when I blog I search out for tunes that explain my mood and help me type out the random thoughts flowing. This morning I can say neither is possible.  For two reasons the mood I am feeling is a mood I havent felt in a long time, and the thoughts in my head are God Sends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was convicted by the Lord.  Someone I have honestly thrown by the wayside for my own selfish desires.  If you read my blogs you can tell two days ago I wrote about how great my life's been, minus one LARGE detail.  So after that blog I decided to get to reading my bible and a couple of books my wife and friend have purchased for me.  As I read this morning and spent time with the Lord I was overwhelmed.  I fell apart and realized much of what I want is not at all in the eyes of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying I am drug addict, a man who sleeps around or worse.  I honestly feel I am good man with a solid heart.  I believe that's what 90% of us all feel.  We are honest people with honest hearts so therefore we are granted into Heaven.  While that's admirable, that is in fact not at all what God wants.  Perhaps that's not what you wanted to hear, but its the truth.  The Lord wants someone who is selfless, one who is free of himself and fully committed to him.  While you might ask yourself that's crazy and not achievable well then welcome to my world.  But the reality is scary and frightening I will be the first to admit.  I honestly believe the hardest part of being a christian and is truly believing in the Lord.  He is mightier than anything in our lives, he can move mountains, he has risen from the dead only to name a few.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that being said realize in your hearts, as scary as being selfless is, knowing fully that the Lord will provide for you in abundance if you give yourselves to him is the start to a prosperous rewarding walk with Jesus Christ.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fall to your knees and pray out to the Lord.  He is waiting for you to call his name.  He is ready to carry your through your journey into a life filled with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-8571516452670232680?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/8571516452670232680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=8571516452670232680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/8571516452670232680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/8571516452670232680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2009/05/convicted.html' title='Convicted'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-4362265999518557175</id><published>2009-05-09T21:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T21:59:16.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>So it's been awhile since I last blogged.  Life lately has been full of goodness and loads of excersise.&lt;br /&gt; Here lately my life has consisted of three things - my wife, riding my bike (lots) and, of course, work.  I can honestly say riding my bike this much has made my quality of life so nice.  When I wake in the mornings I am so stoked to ride my bike and spend time getting into shape.  Unfortunately training as much has taken a toll on my legs, and my social life.  While I am no social butterfly, I can honestly say here lately boozing it up and staying up late have no interest to me.  Chowing down on tasty fatty foods is no longer fun.  I have become obsessed.  I literally am addicted to riding stronger than anyone else.  That's all that matters.  You can say it.  I am becoming crazy.&lt;br /&gt; While all this health and stuff is grand, I have pushed aside what is most important and that is the lord.  I can honestly say  I have slacked completley with my walk with Christ.  Perhaps a sense of balance is neccesary,  perhaps being fast is a blessing from God.  Afterall he is the one who gave me these two legs.  So tonight as I go to sleep and rest for tomorrows ride I will in fact seek the lord and pray for his wisdom and guidance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-4362265999518557175?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/4362265999518557175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=4362265999518557175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/4362265999518557175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/4362265999518557175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2009/05/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-5876595076999200630</id><published>2009-04-22T19:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:12:18.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waves Rise and Waves Crash</title><content type='html'>What happens when the joy is lost?&lt;br /&gt;Where do you turn to&lt;br /&gt;When what you thought was isn't&lt;br /&gt;How will you react as times change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was troubled by how some folks react in certain situations.  As I sat and watched their reactions I quietly began to analysis my life and compared them to the current.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One lesson my parents taught me from early on is NEVER EVER give up.  In so few words this lesson has been tried and tested often.  I wont say I have never thought about turning my back and walking away, but I can honestly say I have never gave up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a constant wave of change and struggle.  On the high side of the wave life is great, the view is unspeakable, the world is figuratively at our feet.  As the barrel begins to develop we too become consumed by what is quickly approaching the bottom.  The bottom sometimes can be deep and may take awhile to reach, but no matter the depth, the wave begins again and the accomplishment of surviving what ever trials were thrown our way during our fall seem meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grow and mature too many times I have seen men and women alike decide to hang at the bottom and get lost in the white murky waters that blind them.  I honestly am saddened and take it harder then I should.  So the simple truth of this is, those who choose to run from change, and tough times sadden me.  It cuts through the respect and the friendships I have created and slices right through it for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waves rise and fall&lt;br /&gt;life is fun and tough&lt;br /&gt;love is grand and hard&lt;br /&gt;turning and running is a cowards way out&lt;br /&gt;fighting and working is a mans duty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quit drugs, quit hatred&lt;br /&gt;fight for love&lt;br /&gt;fight for whats right&lt;br /&gt;fight for what you believe&lt;br /&gt;fight to understand a situation &lt;br /&gt;fight to make better what you think is bad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-5876595076999200630?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/5876595076999200630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=5876595076999200630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/5876595076999200630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/5876595076999200630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2009/04/waves-rise-and-waves-crash.html' title='Waves Rise and Waves Crash'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-4911677790754818713</id><published>2009-04-18T22:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T22:52:07.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That is life...</title><content type='html'>It's good&lt;br /&gt;It's grand&lt;br /&gt;We made it&lt;br /&gt;We live it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's enjoy the time&lt;br /&gt;Let's honor the the lord&lt;br /&gt;We shall enjoy the wine&lt;br /&gt;We shall not take for grants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is well&lt;br /&gt;All is equal&lt;br /&gt;Good&lt;br /&gt;Bad&lt;br /&gt;Happy&lt;br /&gt;Sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is what it is&lt;br /&gt;Laugh&lt;br /&gt;Cry&lt;br /&gt;Love &lt;br /&gt;Live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is life&lt;br /&gt;My friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-4911677790754818713?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/4911677790754818713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=4911677790754818713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/4911677790754818713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/4911677790754818713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2009/04/that-is-life.html' title='That is life...'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-430956919667334272</id><published>2009-04-17T22:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:34:21.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Here and sort of Gone</title><content type='html'>So it came and it went.  Well sort of.  Ms150 is finally upon of us literally.  Which for all involved is a good thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of those that trained came the day tomorrow that means its time to ride.  Well that was until the skys opened up and the LaGrange flooded.  So I guess in reality they have to wait yet one more day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For us in a bike shop.  We are so thankful for the business and the wonderful friendships and relationships we build over the season.  Yet somehow we are glad when it comes and goes.  It's hectic, chaotic, and down right stressful.  We bust our butts to get every bike in tip top shape, and every rider prepared for their upcoming journey.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as we say goodluck to our friends and good customers, we sit back take a sigh of relief, and get back to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO remember next time your part of a massive ride, or any event be sure to give thanks to those involved.  They truly work hard to make you have the best time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;  Dr. J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-430956919667334272?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/430956919667334272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=430956919667334272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/430956919667334272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/430956919667334272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-here-and-sort-of-gone.html' title='It&apos;s Here and sort of Gone'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-612560060215880030</id><published>2009-04-14T15:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T15:26:14.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Break from DNN</title><content type='html'>Ok so I had to take a break and rant a tad.  So I found a peppy song and cleared my mind.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I embarked on what I hope is a long prosperous journey.  I cant spill the beans on what it is to come.  Soon enough though you will be able to feast your eyes.  Until then hold in your excitement.  I know it will be hard, but I have faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a nice few days off and I finally feel rested.  I am ready to head back to work and finish up the last week of MS150 craziness.  Crazy enough I was bored today, I cant believe I had run out of nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am back to it.  Sorry if my blog lacked a few silly things today.  My mind is a bit short today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;Dr. J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-612560060215880030?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/612560060215880030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=612560060215880030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/612560060215880030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/612560060215880030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2009/04/quick-break-from-dnn.html' title='Quick Break from DNN'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-3381824885763554493</id><published>2009-04-13T15:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:32:43.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Churning Wheels</title><content type='html'>So I figured it is time to get back to Blogging Basics here.  I used my blog to type a how to.  Not sure how I feel about that, but know in the long run it will save somebody some time, even perhaps myself if needed.  SO I guess i will stop beating myself up about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out and rode my bike today and had a great ride.  I started off with VERY sore legs.  Fortunately for me they loosened up and I was ready to kick my butt.  As the wind howled my mind turned off and my legs went to work.  Something about my mind turning off is so enjoyable about riding my bike.  I forgot every worry, every stress, and all the other BS that comes with the day to day.  As my legs churned away at the headwinds I just settled in and took it for what it was worth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my mind did come around and my legs screamed I thought long and hard about what I want in life.  I so desperately want to purchase a house with my wife.  Honestly I wouldn't mind a fixer upper.  I like making things my own, and love a good challenge.  I want to purchase tons of Bike Tools and turn my garage into a bike shop/hangout.  My old place had a garage and I loved it.  We hung in the garage smoked cigars, sipped a beer, and talked about music, life, bikes, you name it.  It was great.  And I miss it way to often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long to set foot at the top of Mt Everest.  I could never tell you exactly why I yearn for the feeling of being on top of the world.  Some might say its dangerous, people die, etc.  Yea I know that, but it doesn't stop me from wanting too.  I want to take my mind and my body and beat the hell out of it, for 6 weeks till I reach the top of the world.  Plain and simple you wont change my mind.  I don't know if I will ever be able to save up 100k to do it, but Lord willing and saving every dime one day I HOPE I will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my wheels churned towards the finish line, life began to come back.  My mind settled back in to the every day.  But hey that's ok.  I have it pretty darn good, and I am not going to waste my time typing or yours reading about my insignificant complaints.  I am one lucky man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-3381824885763554493?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/3381824885763554493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=3381824885763554493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/3381824885763554493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/3381824885763554493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2009/04/churning-wheels.html' title='Churning Wheels'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-4912379178856311452</id><published>2009-04-13T10:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T12:05:40.243-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play starcraft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forcebindip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lan service'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hamachi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starcraft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='networking'/><title type='text'>How to use Hamachi to Play Starcraft</title><content type='html'>Normally I wouldn't spend time typing out a how to.  Especially on my blog were I like to write about other random nothings.  However I decided after wasting a good two hours of my life trying to configure a hamachi service and browsing the most useless how to's I figured I would take the time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part I feel this is pretty straight forward.  Of course you will need a few key pieces of software.  I am going to assume if you are reading this you have none of these.  I will post links of each software and then describe how to use them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and perhaps most important is Hamachi&lt;br /&gt;http://www.filehippo.com/download_hamachi/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second and one I found vital is ForcebindIP&lt;br /&gt;http://www.brothersoft.com/forcebindip-170191.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This portion Assumes you are not the Host of a Hamachi Network&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Open Hamachi &lt;br /&gt;2. Click the (Triangle Looking Button)  Should pop up join/create network&lt;br /&gt;3. Enter Network/Password into those fields&lt;br /&gt;4. Assuming the network you connected to is properly configured that is it for hamachi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE:&lt;br /&gt;If you are having problems with Hamachi try this fix.  We have found this to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exit Hamachi. In the start menu/Run type in %appdata% and press enter. Look for the folder named Hamachi and rename it so as to force Hamachi to rewrite config files. Start Hamachi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Portion Assumes you are hosting a Hamachi Network&lt;br /&gt;1. Open Hamachi&lt;br /&gt;2. Click the (Triangle Looking Button) Should pop up join/create network&lt;br /&gt;3. Type network name in network name field&lt;br /&gt;4. Type password you will use hit ok.&lt;br /&gt;5. Hamachi will then create your group.&lt;br /&gt;6. IMPORTANT STEPS follow&lt;br /&gt;7. Log onto your router.  Depending on your router the Ip's will differ.&lt;br /&gt;8. Once in your router open up the port forwarding section&lt;br /&gt;9. Configure your router to use UDP (Only) and ports 12345-12345 hit enable and select your last three digits of your ip address&lt;br /&gt;   A.  If you are unsure of your Ip behind the router is open commandprompt insert (ipconfig) hit enter. You should see something like 192.168.1.xxx&lt;br /&gt;   B.  The XXX part of that Ip is what you need.  &lt;br /&gt;10. Be Sure to hit enable and save changes.&lt;br /&gt;11. In Hamachi you will now click the Cog looking button select (Preferences)&lt;br /&gt;12. In Prefrences Under Connection click (Detailed Configuration)&lt;br /&gt;13.  Once in Detailed COnfiguration make the following changes.&lt;br /&gt;    A. Connecting via Proxy (Use internet settings)&lt;br /&gt;    B. Connection Through NAT (Check the UDP box) Insert the ports you chose on your router.  In my case 12345.  Hit Ok.&lt;br /&gt;14.  That is that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Using ForcebindIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Run the setup click through the setup.  Hit Close when Done.&lt;br /&gt;2. On your Desktop Right Click (Create Shortcut)&lt;br /&gt;3. For the location of the shortcut hit Browse (find the starcraft.exe file)&lt;br /&gt;4. Depending on were you save files it should look like this (c:\Starcraft\starcraft.exe)&lt;br /&gt;5. Once you locate the file navigate to the beginning of the text and insert the following.&lt;br /&gt;6. ForceBindIP.exe 5.555.555.55 "C:\Program Files\Starcraft\StarCraft.exe"&lt;br /&gt;7. The Ip above is your Hamachi IP address.&lt;br /&gt;8. Hit Enter&lt;br /&gt;9. Save File as whatever name you want.&lt;br /&gt;Your DONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE:&lt;br /&gt;If you are getting an error when trying to create this file you might be using a 64bit OS.  If that is the case before you can create the file do the following&lt;br /&gt;    A. Browse your computer and locate the following folder C:\windows\SysWOW64&lt;br /&gt;    B. Locate the forcebindip.exe file and forcebindip uninstall and cut and paste both files into C:\Windows\System32 Folder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try the above steps again if needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Now Open Starcraft and navigate to Multiplayer Game. &lt;br /&gt;2. You must Choose Local Area Network (UDP) &lt;br /&gt;3. Create Game and away you are.&lt;br /&gt;4. You might also make sure that all games download the latest updates via battle.net inside the game. Otherwise you might be using different versions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THATS IT.  I have covered every error we ran into during our fight to play the game the other night.  WE did find that EVERY Computer had to run forcebindip shortcut to see the created game.  Otherwise the computer without it could not see the created game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Lan up and get to it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that helps.  If you have questions please let me know. I cant gurantee I will know the answer, but will do my best to help those in need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-4912379178856311452?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/4912379178856311452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=4912379178856311452&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/4912379178856311452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/4912379178856311452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-use-hamachi-to-play-starcraft.html' title='How to use Hamachi to Play Starcraft'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-192542880653832980</id><published>2009-04-09T11:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T11:37:45.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brewing Life</title><content type='html'>I woke today fried like a turkey on thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;I am not in a honey baked mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somethings brewing inside&lt;br /&gt;I hope once complete its a tasty brew&lt;br /&gt;Pouring into a frosty glass will bring it to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets surround ourselves with good music &lt;br /&gt;Sip this tasty concoction of life&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the Fermenting take its time&lt;br /&gt;No need to rush this beast within&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-192542880653832980?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/192542880653832980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=192542880653832980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/192542880653832980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/192542880653832980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2009/04/brewing-life.html' title='Brewing Life'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-6411869356807242187</id><published>2009-04-07T00:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T00:09:58.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Iphone greatness</title><content type='html'>Well it's 12am and I was jonezing to try out one app I got today.  As most of you know the iPhone has tons of free apps to download.  Well in an effort to continue forward with my blog I found an app for my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only am I coming to you live from my phone, I am also able to do loads of things.  Configure my directv to record shows, make free skype calls, play games, manage calorie intakes and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea the iPhone is great.  There is no question I am hooked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-6411869356807242187?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/6411869356807242187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=6411869356807242187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/6411869356807242187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/6411869356807242187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2009/04/iphone-greatness.html' title='Iphone greatness'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-1825049103214548946</id><published>2009-04-06T17:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T17:46:03.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In a nut Shell</title><content type='html'>Its been a good day so far.  I got whole lot of nothing done and I feel great about that!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I got lots done that I wouldn't normally do.  I spent the good majority of my day staring at a computer monitor (now two).  To some that sounds boring to me it was a blast.  I finally configured my web server so I can play my music from any were.  I also set up a few accounts I been meaing to get squared away.  Perhaps most importantly I re-did my blog moved things around and added some things of interest.  I am excited about it and hope those that make it by enjoy it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away from the computer I managed to get in a good run today.  Full on intervals and WIND. It was a nice 1hr run that got the legs burning and I always enjoy that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its time to head out for my buds birthday.  Hope the day treated everyone well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-1825049103214548946?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/1825049103214548946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=1825049103214548946&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/1825049103214548946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/1825049103214548946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-nut-shell.html' title='In a nut Shell'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-8158650797789653169</id><published>2009-04-06T12:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T12:56:18.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Laying these keys to rest</title><content type='html'>SO changed mood stepped up and edited the Blog Site.  I must say I am happy with myself.  I think I am going to pass on today's ride and instead put on the running shoes and get lost for an hr or so.  Running and Riding Bikes are my favorite times.  Lots of time I push them off because I like being lazy.  Yet when I get off my butt and get to doing man alive its great.  Something to be said about being in shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I leave with you some lyrics from a good man by the name of Jack Johnson.  Whom I have come back around to listening too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All at once the world can overwhelm me&lt;br /&gt;there is almost nothing you can tell me that will ease my mind&lt;br /&gt;which way will you run&lt;br /&gt;when its always around you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love those lyrics.  Because its true which way will you run when the world surrounds you.  Some choose to turn the backs and run.  Me most of the time I get nervous as hell, but I charge right at it.   I hate conflict I do my best to keep it from happening.  But if life has taught me anything.  Its that it is never going to be easy, but in the end when its time to sleep and awake again tomorrow is a new day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time.  May the winds be at your back and may your life be blessed beyond your wildest dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-8158650797789653169?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/8158650797789653169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=8158650797789653169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/8158650797789653169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/8158650797789653169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2009/04/laying-these-keys-to-rest.html' title='Laying these keys to rest'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-3724862378320399282</id><published>2009-04-06T11:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:17:00.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambient Mood</title><content type='html'>So I am sitting here viewing my blog thinking about going crazy and creating a new page.  I am searching my soul for dedication to blogging daily.  Honestly its not that hard, it just takes will power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the ambient beats radiate the room and my soul I find solace in my state of mind.  I am sober as can be and happy as a kid during Christmas.  Yet the music takes me to a altered state of mind.  My thoughts are waves of emotions and confused ideas.  Pity for myself and my lack of training, frustration at my follow through with my blog.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drum beat slows a bit now and the guitar echoes with a harmonic tone.   I feel deep now, feel low in this hole in the ground.  Deep from within a fire ignites and realism takes over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snap out of it man.  I hear a voice coming from within and tingle from my toes to my nose.  Its stirring now, the beat continues but the mood is dying.  Its time now to move on to find some new tunes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-3724862378320399282?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/3724862378320399282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=3724862378320399282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/3724862378320399282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/3724862378320399282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2009/04/ambient-mood.html' title='Ambient Mood'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-8534037087229863065</id><published>2009-03-18T22:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T22:09:10.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It is what it is</title><content type='html'>For some reason tonight I felt like visiting my blog and writing something.  I haven't a clue what might find its way to the screen.  None the less my fingers started and hopefully my brain is firing on some cylinders.  So strap in, grab a beverage and feast your eyes upon this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they say I cant handle it&lt;br /&gt;Not sure how to sale it&lt;br /&gt;Curios if I know how to say it&lt;br /&gt;Haven't I pushed it, sold it&lt;br /&gt;Hell I have done it multiple times &lt;br /&gt;It worked, its been working&lt;br /&gt;The ones that didn't work we know why&lt;br /&gt;Its not me my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I like using it&lt;br /&gt;perhaps a thesaurus&lt;br /&gt;and a websters would spice it up&lt;br /&gt;my lyrics they arent wisdom&lt;br /&gt;they are rants from the top &lt;br /&gt;from the cabesa from the &lt;br /&gt;wise cracking hair lacking top&lt;br /&gt;so read or weep&lt;br /&gt;I dont mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-8534037087229863065?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/8534037087229863065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=8534037087229863065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/8534037087229863065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/8534037087229863065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-is-what-it-is.html' title='It is what it is'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-5873751018128006796</id><published>2009-03-02T22:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:29:14.979-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Typing it out</title><content type='html'>So I have been sitting here jiving on the computer and jamming some tunes.  I figured I would type out some thoughts running through the head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secretly today was a wonderful today.  I heard some news I have been wanting to get.  Don't pry because i aint telling.  I am super excited to ride my bike I cant stand my self.  I want to go ride right now, buts its 10pm and tomorrow is a good nights rest away.  Oh well it will be here soon enough I hope my legs are ready for 50 miles.  A friend of mine wants to ride 80+ not really sure I am ready to log that many miles.  Especially since I have worked the past 7 days in a row.  A cool 50 miles might just do me fine.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life at homes been great.  We are so ready to move into a house, or buy a car.  Yet we know right now isn't the best time.  We are like many americans holding back a bit.  The recent economy outlook is looking more and more grim.  I try to keep myself in check and not get lost in the biast rambling media.  No offense to the few good people who work in that industry.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a song awhile back by Mason Jennings "Global Empire"  The lyrics in that song have stuck in my head and I honestly feel its true.  A certain part to the song he explains how the media controls the world and they are the voice of the global empire.  I am no conspirator but I honestly believe there are truths in the lyrics below.  Take it for what you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Empire controls the media&lt;br /&gt;Media controls the world&lt;br /&gt;Media is the empires mouth&lt;br /&gt;capitalist propaganda coming out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now I leave you with that.  My head is clear, but ready for a ride to sum it all up. Teach the legs a new pain of intervals and recovery.  Until the next time my fingers come across these so called keys of wisdom.  I am off to a slumber and a bed of rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-5873751018128006796?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/5873751018128006796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=5873751018128006796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/5873751018128006796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/5873751018128006796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2009/03/typing-it-out.html' title='Typing it out'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-6839265798353416867</id><published>2009-02-26T17:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T18:03:54.247-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Which Way will you run onces its found you"</title><content type='html'>You must know I struggled a bit coming up with a title for this blog.  Honestly it sounds lame but its true.  Maybe I will leave this title-less, or perhaps I will conjure one up before the end.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been spending time on the bike lately and ideas have been flowing through my head.  The other day I had a good long ride were my mind got to do some good wondering.  I thought about sayings that have gotten me through life.  The good the bad and perhaps ones I just figured out.  Some I feel I created and obviously some came from others mouths.  Either way these have been on my mind and here they come.  Take em leave em, digest them, hell believe them if you feel.  Its behind this man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quitting is honestly never an answer (one I practice daily)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What doesn't kill you truthfully makes you stronger (life's taught me this often)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the fork in the road, sometimes change is good &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose your friends well, choose your enemy's even better (still learning this one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifes a Bitch sometimes, but thats just life (its true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Hard working man is better than a lazy man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The early bird gets the worm (unfortunately sad but true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy what you have, some have nothing (came close to losing it all once)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run like you mean it, ride like you stole it, live life likes its all you got because it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it or leave it (most of the time you only have one shot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First impressions are only the beginning(learning this one daily at work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good liar is only as good as his lies&lt;br /&gt;An honest man is as good as you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifes been teaching me alot latley.  I have been fortunate lately to use those lessons learned and of course soak in more.  Daily I am being forced out of my comfort zone and frankly I dont always like it.  I look at it as training for later in life.  What I learn today will only excel me later in life.  I may not always be a manager at a Bike Shop.  So whatever i learn today I will take in stride and use it when I am running my own gig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title - Lyrics from Jack Johnson "All at once"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-6839265798353416867?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/6839265798353416867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=6839265798353416867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/6839265798353416867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/6839265798353416867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2009/02/which-way-will-you-run-onces-its-found.html' title='&quot;Which Way will you run onces its found you&quot;'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-8427128104301505281</id><published>2009-02-17T20:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:19:09.597-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feburary goodness</title><content type='html'>I sat at my desk tonight a bit bored, and lonely(my wife is out of town).  As I perused the web for something to occupy my wondering mind I came across my blog and realized its been since January since I laid down some random rants to feel web space.  So here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cracked open a beer I was given for my birthday&lt;br /&gt;Its tasty really, I must say thanks Mr. Z&lt;br /&gt;This month has been good for me&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I had three days off together!! &lt;br /&gt;Trust me thats rare &lt;br /&gt;I had a fun Birthday celebration&lt;br /&gt;I am now a big 27 Ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been a bit rough&lt;br /&gt;Our goals are a higher than I hopped&lt;br /&gt;Yet I feel we can pull it out, just need to get everyone on the same page&lt;br /&gt;Today for the first time I felt the economy might actually effect my work&lt;br /&gt;I feared a bit more that if bad things did come I might be without a job&lt;br /&gt;I found out one of my wifes co-workes got fired&lt;br /&gt;Its scary anytime when a co-worked gets fired&lt;br /&gt;She does a great job, but I dont want her to lose her job too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been spending more time on the bike lately&lt;br /&gt;I feel great, my legs are coming around &lt;br /&gt;I think before long I will back to were I was &lt;br /&gt;and hopefully moving towards more power and speed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-8427128104301505281?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/8427128104301505281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=8427128104301505281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/8427128104301505281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/8427128104301505281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2009/02/feburary-goodness.html' title='Feburary goodness'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-5448756323851990092</id><published>2009-01-17T22:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T22:26:11.649-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy the time is now</title><content type='html'>From the likes of Blues musicians and R&amp;B comes some random scribes from the desktop of Dr.J.  I aint no boy from the block, just a boy typing some goods from deep down.  Deep down is for you to decide.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the haze in your eyes clear&lt;br /&gt;Look no further than your nose&lt;br /&gt;She is standing there&lt;br /&gt;Looking for you boy&lt;br /&gt;Someone to take her hands&lt;br /&gt;Shaking the legs a bit&lt;br /&gt;arising a sweat, and a bit more&lt;br /&gt;the night is young boy&lt;br /&gt;don't give up yet&lt;br /&gt;your chance isn't far now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time for the haze again&lt;br /&gt;Together now this round&lt;br /&gt;Let the haze stay a bit longer&lt;br /&gt;Here it comes now &lt;br /&gt;Oh Yea&lt;br /&gt;Uh Huh&lt;br /&gt;Take it boy&lt;br /&gt;Take those arms &lt;br /&gt;wrap them around you&lt;br /&gt;Pull her tight&lt;br /&gt;Boy the time is right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swing those hips&lt;br /&gt;Shake them shoulders&lt;br /&gt;dip her to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Dance dance the night away&lt;br /&gt;the horns are tooting for you &lt;br /&gt;the crowd is cheering you on&lt;br /&gt;Boy the time is now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-5448756323851990092?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/5448756323851990092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=5448756323851990092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/5448756323851990092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/5448756323851990092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2009/01/boy-time-is-now.html' title='Boy the time is now'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-1395331953340931799</id><published>2009-01-17T21:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T22:07:01.092-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When did the soul get lost??</title><content type='html'>As I sat here tonight listening to the real R&amp;B pondering life, and drinking a tasty brew I had a thought.  I was a bit saddened, a bit perturbed to realize that R&amp;B lost its soul along time ago.  Hell I am no music historian but I feel confident enough to sit here and type out the words R&amp;B lost its rhythm and Blues.  It lost the soul that brought people to the dance floor with their significant others.  It buried the fire that brought people together in joy.  Somewhere along the way it got left on the side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets be honest music for the majority sold out these days.  So few bands now a days create music for the love, the passion, the shear joy to write a tune to share life through such wonderful music.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you can say I am silly and don't have a clue about what I am talking about.  But take a second to sit down and listen to some Sam Cooke, Otis Redding, Percy Sledge, Etta James, and tell me you aren't touched.  Sit here and tell me your soul wasn't stirred by the passion, the beats, the music itself.  It's true R&amp;B for a start lost its soul.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure I could go on and on and name all genre's of music that has fallen to the greedy, but I would only be preaching to the choir here baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So get on up&lt;br /&gt;Grab a glass&lt;br /&gt;Light a match&lt;br /&gt;Fire up that cigar&lt;br /&gt;Grab your woman, Boy&lt;br /&gt;Pull her tight&lt;br /&gt;Kiss her neck &lt;br /&gt;Tell her you love her &lt;br /&gt;more than the earth itself&lt;br /&gt;Move those legs&lt;br /&gt;and child poor child&lt;br /&gt;dance the night away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-1395331953340931799?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/1395331953340931799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=1395331953340931799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/1395331953340931799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/1395331953340931799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-did-soul-get-lost.html' title='When did the soul get lost??'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-3909607786462015437</id><published>2009-01-12T12:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T12:31:04.299-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Mr. Nice Guy</title><content type='html'>I have tried being a nice guy for many years.  Were has it gotten me??  I have been run over by every boss I have ever had.  Been beat up and walked over by friends alike.  I tried to stay like I was a mild mannered honest fella.  But it seems in the messed up world of arrogant bosses and manner less people it takes a maverick to get things done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So say goodbye to the guy who was nice and did his best to be the good guy.  He caught a flight today and is gone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So suck it up if you don't like it.  Because frankly this guy doesn't give a rats ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-3909607786462015437?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/3909607786462015437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=3909607786462015437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/3909607786462015437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/3909607786462015437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2009/01/goodbye-mr-nice-guy.html' title='Goodbye Mr. Nice Guy'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-5902976078688739932</id><published>2009-01-12T12:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T12:10:50.871-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny Skys come on home</title><content type='html'>Lord when will the rain stop&lt;br /&gt;It’s been raining for months o Lord&lt;br /&gt;I just need a bit of sunshine and blue skies&lt;br /&gt;My vision has been blurred with gray and black&lt;br /&gt;They are blowing away likes leaves in the wind&lt;br /&gt;I am struggling oh Lord &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been months since I seen the sun&lt;br /&gt;I have held back the rain in my eyes to long &lt;br /&gt;Today they pour like the rain inside&lt;br /&gt;Flooding is coming from inside and out oh Lord&lt;br /&gt;I listen for the birds whistle, but they have run along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have all run along &lt;br /&gt;Left me here in the valley in the cold&lt;br /&gt;Damp pillows hold this head again tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-5902976078688739932?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/5902976078688739932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=5902976078688739932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/5902976078688739932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/5902976078688739932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2009/01/sunny-skys-come-on-home.html' title='Sunny Skys come on home'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-1621768820725150672</id><published>2009-01-03T11:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T11:49:38.075-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>Well its time I laid down the first post of the New Year.  What is it about a New Year that makes us feel its New.  To be honest with ourselves every day is a new day.  I was watching a rather kiddy movie last night (Kung Fu Panda) and I heard a witty saying that I am sure came from else were.  "Yesterday is the past, tomorrow is the future, and today is a gift that's why its called a present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at those words made me realize how lucky I am.  Every night I lay my head down knowing that tomorrow when I wake I and open my eyes i am looking at a hand wrapped present from God.  Every day he delivers yet another gift to me in the way of waking from a restful slumber.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure its a New Year and I hope nothing but the best for my family and friends.  But if anything lets look at each day as a New Day a New start to fix the mistakes of the past, and turn a new leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-1621768820725150672?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/1621768820725150672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=1621768820725150672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/1621768820725150672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/1621768820725150672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-3815489090930738285</id><published>2008-12-29T23:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T23:38:53.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What is freedom</title><content type='html'>Some time ago it all changed.  How I viewed certain things, how I felt about my career.  I was a man satisfied a man content with the situation I was in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure really what changed, dont get lost in my thoughts I am happy.  But I am not satisfied I want more, feel I am worth more.  Its strange really, I have talked about it before ranted about how I feel I want more.  In reality I should be satisfied where I lay my head at night.  For afterall, I have a bed to lay my head, a roof over my head.  Hell I have a wife who loves me more than the world around us.  Yet some were I lack something inside, this may sound crazy, might be the fact I feel the need to roam the world.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have again hinted at the fact before I have the yearning to wonder the world free of attachement, free of responsibility.  Lets be honest with ourself in 2005 I had the chance, my friend offered me 2k to stay in france and roam the european world.  I laughed and said no thanks man, I am good.  I kick myself at times I had the world at my finger tips and I chickened out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to reality I have found the greatest wife, a job I am being promoted and shown respect yet deep down I am longing for more.  I cant even write what I feel, but I know its laying in the depths tonight.  Like a serpant waiting for the time to slither out of its shell and attack without warning.  Tonight I pray that serpant will lay dormant, till the time is right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-3815489090930738285?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/3815489090930738285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=3815489090930738285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/3815489090930738285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/3815489090930738285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-is-freedom.html' title='What is freedom'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-8196415481071639068</id><published>2008-12-09T09:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:22:48.047-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight</title><content type='html'>It all changed at once&lt;br /&gt;The rain came down and it started to pour&lt;br /&gt;Times were a changing tonight&lt;br /&gt;Fire in her eye &lt;br /&gt;A spark in his&lt;br /&gt;They came together tonight&lt;br /&gt;In a meeting that should have never occurred&lt;br /&gt;Edens snake was there this night&lt;br /&gt;As temptation swirled &lt;br /&gt;Lust gave in &lt;br /&gt;Vows were broken on this night&lt;br /&gt;Tonight it all changed with one look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-8196415481071639068?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/8196415481071639068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=8196415481071639068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/8196415481071639068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/8196415481071639068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2008/12/tonight.html' title='Tonight'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-7059451512382170779</id><published>2008-12-04T21:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T22:00:54.769-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Really its been that long</title><content type='html'>Well I have decided no one actually reads my blog, but in case one day down the line some alien from above wants to read my random jaunts of literature. Otherwise known as blogging to us earthlings they have a place they can call home.  That home being of course the lyrical trap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started a new store about two months ago now, not sure if i have shared that yet.  I will start of by saying its an ace load of work.  So much more stuff on my plate that I get stressed at times.  Week three ironically three ppl told me they were leaving at some point.  I honestly dont believe it was me who brought them to this, but timing.  None the less I started out freaking out.  I was lucky to be able to quickly rebound and fire some really strong sales guys and made my life much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God willing things have been going up hill for us.  I love the store now there are some many cool customers who just come in to hang out and B.S its wonderful.  There are some really really nice folks in Katy and they are a real joy to be around.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the best part of my job over all is my commute to work on a daily basis its rough I might say.  I hop on my bike 8 minutes before I should be there, plug in my heads phone and jam one song before I arrive at the front door.  It is exactly 1 mile to work and its plain wonderful.  I enjoy my bike so much these days.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I have been blessed with my new leading role at Bike Barn.  Truly I have been a lucky man to impress those in charge and constantly strive to show them I am all deserving of the position.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-7059451512382170779?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/7059451512382170779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=7059451512382170779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/7059451512382170779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/7059451512382170779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2008/12/really-its-been-that-long.html' title='Really its been that long'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-205320579688871774</id><published>2008-11-27T18:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T18:59:27.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>iPhone sweetness</title><content type='html'>Well I will admit I feel down on my stance on no more apple goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years ago I had a first gen iPod that died on me and I decided then and there I would never buy another apple product.  I was a bit upset that you couldn't share music with friends through your itunes, battery life was short, and well at the time a bit clunky.  I said to myself that's it no more iPod's for me no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as luck would have it my creative zen player bit the dust a few months ago and I found myself needing a new mp3 player.  I was looking for anything but an iPod until I came across the iPod touch I was instantly in love.  Hell I didn't even read a review I went out and bought the thing and was in love the minute I opened the box.  At first site I actually thought I had purchased the iPhone because of how similar they were in appearance.  That night I ran home and loaded her up with music galore and of course apps, apps, and more apps.  Have you ever seen these apps?? They are the coolest damn things in the world.  All these games, programs, you name it that all download to your iPod for you to play with.  I must admit it wasnt long before I was jonezing for an iPhone I was hooked I wanted constant internet connection to browse the web, play apps, and of course make calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well luck was on my side again my friends.  As my wife and finished our move my cell phone broke and let me tell you I was ready to make the jump to ATT to buy an iPhone.  After some careful financial moves we made the jump and I became a proud proud owner of an iPhone.  I am in freaking love with this thing.  I am constantly jamming songs, making calls, and of course playing games on my phone to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I might be a bit anti-social but that's ok because I know you want an iPhone too.  I am shocked I chose to sit on my PC long enough to write this blog HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why dont you stop reading my blog and go by one.  Then download the free app Loopt and look me up.  That way we can tell were we are at all times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-205320579688871774?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/205320579688871774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=205320579688871774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/205320579688871774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/205320579688871774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2008/11/iphone-sweetness.html' title='iPhone sweetness'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-7886568072455330895</id><published>2008-10-28T17:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T18:07:42.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>White House, Wind and Security of course</title><content type='html'>Today I woke up in a new city that goes by the Name of the Federal City Aka Washington Dc.  My wife was in a conference all day so I decided I ought to wonder the city for a bit, after it was 11pm and I had nothing to do till 7.  So I hoped a train only to bring you the following story of nothing more than wind, large iPods, and of course Sniper John, and Earl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first stop after exiting the Red Line train was the White house, yea I know touristy who cares.  I have been here now many of times, but today I set out to locate the snipers on the roof.  They are much like elephants in Lord the Rings they do exist.  However today I couldn't locate Sniper John and Earl, though I know they were there.  My wife insists they lay hidden, but I informed her they aren't like snipers in iraq scouting bad guys.  No no these mothers are there in plain site tempting us saying jump that gate, I will show you how good of aim I have.  My friend Clay and I joked one day we might get 15 steps before being riddled by sniper, and handgun fire.  I dont think personally I am ready to count those steps yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I exited the White house area I decided to snap a few shots of the security surrounding the place.  I mean lets be honest it was overkill, but the pres these days isn't safe perhaps most presidents never have been.  As I left the street in front the White House I snapped a shot of the steel poles that protrude out of the ground keeping any un-authorized vehicle from entering.  I have been lucky enough to see some lady drive through and watch the poles recede into the ground pretty flipping awesome. It might take tank to make it through before being hit by a rocket launcher from Sniper Earl and John HA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/SQeano2X3RI/AAAAAAAADeY/90PnR3uSKmY/s1600-h/IMG_2254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/SQeano2X3RI/AAAAAAAADeY/90PnR3uSKmY/s320/IMG_2254.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262344695376764178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As I walked around the side street I noticed none other than the presidential motorcade rolling up on the set.  Let me tell you these fools aren't messing around.  I counted no less than 30 Black Tahoes, two limos and who knows how many freaking cop cars, and of course what is any motorcade unless it has its own ambulance HA.  It was a site to see this train of black vehicles some with all windows down and armed Secret service folks hanging about.  I am pretty sure they meant business and wouldn't think twice to put a cap in some crazy's ass.  I my friend was not that crazy but did snap a few shots of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/SQeao4rueOI/AAAAAAAADeg/gqx6pHDHZ2M/s1600-h/IMG_2256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/SQeao4rueOI/AAAAAAAADeg/gqx6pHDHZ2M/s320/IMG_2256.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262344716806944994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was time to do something I didn't get to do last time and that is visit the top of the Washington monument.  as I walked towards the Washington Monument I came across the largest iPod ever it was the same height as the Monument itself.  I dont believe apple meant to produce such a large iPod.  Their commercials are all lies I say.   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/SQeVZPsRHOI/AAAAAAAADd4/yz8WiMSAWXc/s1600-h/IMG_2261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/SQeVZPsRHOI/AAAAAAAADd4/yz8WiMSAWXc/s320/IMG_2261.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262338950547184866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After snapping a few shots of the enormously large not small iPod touch I decided to type into my iPod notes of my day so I could later rant about them.  I was so surprised to find out that my iPod corrected on many occasions the spelling I laughed hysterically this thing is so smart.  As the musical musings of The Apples in Stereo drove my good mood and helped pace my steps I made my way to line at the Washington Monument.  As I sat there again typing I got hit in the face with a blast of wind that almost took me to the floor.  As I recovered from the blast I looked to see Abe Lincoln staring me down from across the pond.  I bet he is the root evil of the winds today that I saw take several folks to the ground.  I did some research and later found the wind was gusting at 40mph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat and froze for 30 minutes only to finally be let into the Monument to take a ride to the top of the DC.  It was an awesome site to see looking around I was able to see it all in one quick glance.  I saw Abe, Whitehouse, Capital, Jefferson to name a few from 500 feet up so I was told.  It was the site to see and something I was in awe of.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/SQeXwsO46mI/AAAAAAAADeA/qR4zsa8ZOuk/s1600-h/IMG_2279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/SQeXwsO46mI/AAAAAAAADeA/qR4zsa8ZOuk/s320/IMG_2279.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262341552368839266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I made my way back home I ran across a few more officers of the law and acted as suspicious as possible, after all they looked bored.  I am not sure if they ever paid much attention to me, but I am sure a few people took notice.  Tomorrow is a short day before heading back to Texas, but dont be surprised if a few more stories make it online.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-7886568072455330895?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/7886568072455330895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=7886568072455330895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/7886568072455330895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/7886568072455330895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2008/10/white-house-wind-and-security-of-course.html' title='White House, Wind and Security of course'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/SQeano2X3RI/AAAAAAAADeY/90PnR3uSKmY/s72-c/IMG_2254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-6482793083487644527</id><published>2008-10-23T12:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:15:24.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Round and Round</title><content type='html'>The hands on the clock have turned a time since I last visited&lt;br /&gt;Doors have been opening and closing around here&lt;br /&gt;Got lost on the way down to the keyboard &lt;br /&gt;Cant you see I got things to do &lt;br /&gt;Chickens I have to tend to bike I have to sale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheels have been turning around here &lt;br /&gt;Music been jamming on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Was consumed by lyrics of love and happiness&lt;br /&gt;You see I grab my ideas from the radio air&lt;br /&gt;An arsenal of tunes running through these vains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earths rotation slowed a bit today&lt;br /&gt;Computer managed to turn itself on &lt;br /&gt;Keyboard found my hands again and here I am&lt;br /&gt;Laying it down in my random weirdness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see its true this is a place of any direction&lt;br /&gt;welcome to the trap baby&lt;br /&gt;Come on in take a seat &lt;br /&gt;Jam some tunes with me baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome home sweet honey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-6482793083487644527?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/6482793083487644527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=6482793083487644527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/6482793083487644527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/6482793083487644527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2008/10/round-and-round.html' title='Round and Round'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-8364522924648965792</id><published>2008-10-08T22:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T23:18:07.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The American People</title><content type='html'>Well as many of you may now with the exception of those hiding in the dark the economy is failing.  Its not big surprise to allot of people who have seen this coming for quite some time now as we are constantly warned on the dangers that lay ahead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Much like many other people out there I am a bit nervous, but at the same time I am not losing my mind.  I have read allot lately about people who are beginning to truly worry about whats around the corner and thinking of stocking up and saving every penny.  And while I think that is a good idea to save money and have reserves its not the best idea in my eyes.  This is how I see it and you take it or leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I think it is wise to have reserves in the bank, its not a great idea to lose your mind and shut down completely during this time.  If the American people begin to stop all spending together imagine what that will do the already struggling economy. Don't get me wrong I am not saying you should rush out and blow your savings no way.  I am saying be wise with your purchases, but at the same time don't stop spending all together.  If the john Q public goes on a spending freeze it will truly become widespread panic. If you read the news Small businesses are already struggling to make it, and if people stop buying their goods guess what they are shutting their doors.  If people start shutting doors guess what the unemployment rate goes up.  Then guess what the poverty level in the US goes up and so on and so on.  As with anything economic its a domino effect from the top to the bottom. Believe it or not we as Americans have loads of control over the economy and if we want to keep it from tanking live your lives are normal.  Sure live with a bit of caution, but don't just shut down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to add those people that are becoming hysterical should keep theirs mouths closed.  We don't need everyone in the nation losing their minds and hyping up the next Great Depression, and while I agree we may be close lets not lose it just yet.  America is arguably the strongest country in the world and while we may not be the best at everything we know how to fix problems.  And that brings me to my next point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a wise guy when it comes to how America should bail ourselves out of this problem so don't look at me for answers.  I will say that what the government is doing is a great idea in theory but perhaps not the best solution.  My good friend Andy and I have been talking about this matter and he is much more knowledgeable about this than I.  He has made some very good points that I would like to share.  Those points being that if the government is printing up all this money from no were it will only continue to devalue the American dollar, and only prolong the soon to be crisis again.  He also argues a very strong point in the fact that the American people are being blinded by what the government is doing.  We as the people have been too comfortable in our laziness to do anything about what is happening.  We have become so complacent with our little lives and let the government run things for us that they literally have begun to strip us of our rights.  As we have constantly grown complacent they have been able to pass bills and do things without the consenting opinion of the public.  Take for example this week and the National Treasury.  The National Treasury a branch that had no power before has arguably become one of the most powerful branches in our country.  They now have the control to do whatever they please and no one can stop them.  Its a scary idea for those of us who don't like the government controlling our every move. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There are allot of things on the table as these days pass and there are allot of changes ahead for the US and the American people, and we as a nation need to stand up for the rights we were given when our founding fathers gave birth to the idea of the US.  If we don't step up soon call me and Andy conspiracy theorists but things may change in a way we never saw coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-8364522924648965792?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/8364522924648965792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=8364522924648965792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/8364522924648965792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/8364522924648965792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2008/10/american-people.html' title='The American People'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-2419032028321682391</id><published>2008-09-16T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T20:58:37.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My job is killing me</title><content type='html'>As the smoke begans to curl upward my heart sinks downward.&lt;br /&gt;The cognac lites my mouth on fire and my insides slowly fade out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long time has passed that I was able to sit down and spit out those weird feelings I have inside.  My life is flipping great man.  I am blessed beyond my means, yet I feel there is so much more I am missing.  I would venture to guess that ever since I got married my life goal #1 was completed.  I so desperately wanted to get married and it happened.  I met the most wonderful woman of my life.  It might seem cliche but she completes me.  She shows me how crazy I am and how beautiful she is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is a complete stray from the above and I ended my thoughts mid thought, but my mind is going nuts right now.  I could safely say I am a person who always has his sites set on something else.   I consistently find myself looking to purchase something else sort of as an accomplishment deal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww flip it man here goes &lt;br /&gt;I struggle to need something new&lt;br /&gt;I strive to show you I love you&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why I feel so alone sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Its not you its me that is weird inside&lt;br /&gt;life is great is here&lt;br /&gt;I just need to settle down and find comfort here&lt;br /&gt;A door will open up soon and this rut will clear&lt;br /&gt;This wont be the last job of my life&lt;br /&gt;I just need to be happy with our current state&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to let it ruin me &lt;br /&gt;Hard as it is&lt;br /&gt;Baby I am going to get through this mess&lt;br /&gt;Through it with you oh how great it will be&lt;br /&gt;Dont you worry there my sweets&lt;br /&gt;for you see its just my crazy mind&lt;br /&gt;Running nuts&lt;br /&gt;Making Shit up for no reason&lt;br /&gt;Its going to clear up as the cigar winds down&lt;br /&gt;and the bottle empties its going to clear up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-2419032028321682391?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/2419032028321682391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=2419032028321682391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/2419032028321682391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/2419032028321682391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-job-is-killing-me.html' title='My job is killing me'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-3037745881753285747</id><published>2008-09-11T13:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:43:21.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ike's Decision</title><content type='html'>So today I faced a tough decision.  I guess you could call me a prideful, maybe even a stubborn fella.  As Hurricane Ike bears down on the coast lots of folks are scurrying like rats for a piece of cheese.  Me myself I am cool with just sticking it out at the house and watching good Ole Mother Nature do her thing.  To be honest I am not afraid of her, I know she could woop my butt in about two seconds no doubt.  I know that much is true, but never have i gotten to see her in her prime.  So you see I was all about staying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all changed when Hurricane Katrina hit.  Hurricanes have always been a big deal I guess, but I never remember such chaos and panic like I do now.  Because of those idiots dropping the ball and it becoming a huge cluster it has never been the same.  I remember being in New York when Hurricane Rita was expected to wipe Houston off the face of the planet.  I have never seen so much mass exodus on the tv like I did then.  Why is it now everyone freaks out like they do.  Why is it the media acts like a bunch of f-ing morons now reporting on anything and everything scaring the shit out of people.  If this Hurricane misses Houston as I believe it will that's it for me.  I will never listen to those idiots again.  I already ban myself from watching the news as I believe it all to be lies and mis-direction.  I am just somewhat worried that maybe just once they got one right.  So today I faced a decision to be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I woke up this morning I felt deep down it would be a different type of day.  Lots of last minute errands, becoming a rat in the rat race.  As I woke up I saw a message from my wife saying "call me when you get a chance."  That usually never a good sign in my eyes.  As I dialed her with sleepy eyes I knew this would be a good one.  As we talked she informed me they were ordering evac's of certain areas throughout Houston.  We were not one of them of course but that's to be expected we are about 60-70 miles inland maybe a bit more.  As we hung up the phone this morning I decided for the safety of my family and my two freaking awesome cats we would head north to hang with my parents.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny to me how being stubborn and prideful, when I became a husband my eyes changed.  I used to not give a flying mess about myself.  Of course I never put myself into harms way for the fun of it, but I didn't stress over riding my bike in pouring rain, or going for a swim in thunder and ligthning like I do now.  Rachel and marriage have changed me in a way I never expected to.  Today I decided to be a man and face myself head on and do something for the safety of others.  Who knows while she is asleep I might sneak out tomorrow night and go for a job when the storm arrives.  HA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-3037745881753285747?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/3037745881753285747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=3037745881753285747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/3037745881753285747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/3037745881753285747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2008/09/ikes-decision.html' title='Ike&apos;s Decision'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-5336687347259385011</id><published>2008-08-27T22:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T22:29:22.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so Shooting Star</title><content type='html'>Simply put this blog is about random nothings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a daily basis like many others I have random thoughts that pass through my brain waves.  Some travel with longevity and I wonder how long they will bounce around before they leave.  Others are a like a shooting star if I don't think quickly enough they are gone.  This is perhaps a compilation of a shooting star that got caught in the atmosphere and took its sweet ass time finding its way to were ever they go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile since I spoke about the rougher times in my life.  It becomes harder and harder for me to channel those thoughts.  I must admit that's a freaking great thing.  Yet deep down those times carved a chunk of my life I wont ever forget.  They allow me to come down to a level of those less fortunate, perhaps a bit further I always thought I was made out to be a blues player.  I felt that time in my life was darke enough I could pick up a harmonica, guitar and just belt out a tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see i have always wanted to be a musician.  I have wanted to be lots of things of course, who hasn't.  I always wanted to be jamming on a guitar for a select group of friends reciting a song I just wrote.  Secretly I wanted someone to be thinking on some level man that's awesome.  I know I have felt that way about my friend Andy or Casey.  They just pick up an instrument and weeks later are freaking awesome.  I mean come on punks share the secrets.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I do have a trick up my sleeve though.  Perhaps its athletics I mean I feel I am some what talented.  I can not train for a marathon and show up race day and run 26 miles in pain but still finish it somehow. I don't mean to brag because I am far from awesome, I just know deep down i am gifted with endurance.  Perhaps my secret is the pain I get from endurance sports feels soo good.  There have been many training rides/races were my body wanted to shut down but I just couldn't.  Somehow I channel the pains of every day into  my endurance efforts.  I forgot what the scientific word is this, though I am sure Rachel or Andy could tell you.  I consider them word-ologists they know ever word and its meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I guess deep down in life, just like anyone I want to be remembered for something I did on this earth.  It's purely selfish I know, your preaching to the choir here.  Deeper down than that selfishness the Lord is saying to me Jeremy be remembered as a Goldy man, that will travel further than any sports record, or tune you jam on a guitar.  I know oh how I know, its a battle everyone faces I am just searching to be a Godly man with a little bit of self programmed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight as you gaze into the stars and hope for a shooting star, suspend that into thought and reflect on what life has thrown your life.  Channel it and see what the Lords telling you.  I wrote this blog with no intention of mentioning God and wammo it came to me.  He's always with us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-5336687347259385011?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/5336687347259385011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=5336687347259385011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/5336687347259385011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/5336687347259385011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2008/08/not-so-shooting-star.html' title='Not so Shooting Star'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-8550713592579149940</id><published>2008-08-13T08:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T08:59:57.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying something new</title><content type='html'>Well I pretty much dont have much have to write currently.  Other than the fact I need a new career path.  Perhaps I will try being a rapper.  I am white but I can throw down mean lyrics.  All I need is somebody to whip up some beats with a good bass line that will blow windows out of cars.  From what I can tell from rich rap artists its takes crappy lyrics about capping hoes, smokin dop, and making benjamins.  What's that you say thats not true.  Perhaps you should open your ears.  So here is my go at it. If you are looking for a new rapper to fill you ears with pure trash and lyrics of no meaning besides hate and stupidity I am right around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is fo all the shortys out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was smoking dope with the pope&lt;br /&gt;discussing capping some hoes &lt;br /&gt;then shorty came by and gave me five&lt;br /&gt;we hit the stip rolling twenty foes &lt;br /&gt;bumping those tunes &lt;br /&gt;smoke clouds coming through the tint &lt;br /&gt;bitches and hoes were scoping dis dope ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont axe me were I gots this fly ride &lt;br /&gt;i been woking this strip pimping these hoes&lt;br /&gt;you aint s**t if you aint been lit &lt;br /&gt;yea heard&lt;br /&gt;so all yo shortys out there bring those fly bodys down&lt;br /&gt;bring em to my crip down by the water&lt;br /&gt;be crystal and beats to dance too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party is getting crunk up in here&lt;br /&gt;aint not beer around here &lt;br /&gt;just naked bitches and smoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insert bass line"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA by now you know I am no gansta rapper nor do I ever want to be.  Some of you may like their stuff and thats cool for you, but you want find me rolling 24's jamming rap no way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-8550713592579149940?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/8550713592579149940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=8550713592579149940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/8550713592579149940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/8550713592579149940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2008/08/trying-something-new.html' title='Trying something new'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-2150360241834110056</id><published>2008-08-12T14:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T15:18:21.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My little Fishy and Me</title><content type='html'>So no one actually knows this, but now the whole world is about to know.  A little story about how my life came to be about me and my little Fishy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It started about a year ago when Rachel and I were at dinner eating a wonderful meal.  I had been drinking a bit that night so I was feeling silly and love dubby and I decided to make up a story and combine dating to a fish market.  As I took a sip of my beer I told Rachel "You know dating is a lot like going to the fish market.  There are so many fish to choose from its a bit overwhelming."  I went on to explain that I was walking through the market and I came across her and I was pretty satisfied with the way she looked.  So I explained I picked her up and was giving her a try.  I also went on to describe that at any time if she didn't meet my fishy needs I would drop her back off and continue to roam the market.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I thought for sure she would break up with me and that would be it.  I by no means actually thought that dating was like this, but I thought it was a funny analogy.  As I sat there looking at her laughing to myself, and crossing my toes we didnt break up she said the thing that made me her Big fishy forever.  She looked at me with cute eyes and put her two little fingers together and explained "she is a little fishy and she is very soft."  If I wasnt careful I would hurt this soft little fishy and she would be gone.  I must have been goo in her hands at that point in time because I was totally in love.  I knew at this point I was looking like a sap so I stepped it up and explained to her I am Big fishy with a soft heart, and not to mess with me because I have a big fish bite.  Who would have known at that point in our relationship that we would make a bond that has yet to break today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; To this day I am Big soft fishy with a soft heart, and she is a little fishy with a big soft heart.  Pretty much any time she is having a rough day she calls me and says my little fishy is having a bad day and needs a big soft fishy to hold her.  I am mush every time. So any time you visit the Fishy market keep your eyes open for a Little Soft fishy like mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-2150360241834110056?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/2150360241834110056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=2150360241834110056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/2150360241834110056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/2150360241834110056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-little-fishy-and-me.html' title='My little Fishy and Me'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-7428132506011042277</id><published>2008-08-12T08:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T10:49:43.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Epiphany</title><content type='html'>I am a lot like Rachel in the sense that music really hits home to me. Music to me is a beautiful release of someone emotions or perhaps certain experiences.  I know sometimes its just creativity but its pulled from some inner experience that drove their mind to write what they sing about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For those of you who read my writings have perhaps seen a time on my life when I was pretty low.  I had a lot of things hit me at once that really caused me to sink into a hole for quite some time.  Throughout that entire 7 months of sadness I fell to music to be my release.  I didn't write songs of course but I soaked them in.  I found so many bands during that time of my life and I just listened.  I toyed with the idea of playing Harmonica because blues were my life.  I spent countless hours alone listening to blues drinking beer and feeling sorry for myself.  It may sound sad but I look back at those days and enjoy every minute of feeling so close to those musicians, how they felt, what their music meant, and how on some level I lived their live too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As time wore on I finally came to my senses and climbed out of the crater I had dug myself.  It wasn't without music though.  It has taken me about a year to come to grips with a certain band that really stood out in the day my life changed.  It was about the time that I met my current Wife Rachel that my life turned for the best.  You see I was isn't a rut so deep I was ready to jump, but I was missing a woman in my life that made me feel loved and brought joy to my every day. As I was jamming a band "Swearing at Motorists" my life turned around.  I fell in love with Rachel and married here a year and a half later.  I can honestly say that the day I met her my life became the best it has ever been.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I cruised down the road listening to an older CD "swearing at motorist" it came to me and that's when I decided to write this blog.  It was an epiphany into how music throughout my life will play part in the mood I may be in, or changes in a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-7428132506011042277?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/7428132506011042277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=7428132506011042277&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/7428132506011042277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/7428132506011042277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2008/08/epiphany.html' title='Epiphany'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-4816373823642047425</id><published>2008-08-11T15:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T15:48:36.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tour De Copperfield Aka Cat 1,2,3,4,5 Race</title><content type='html'>As the sun rose over the horizon you could see the lines of riders getting their bikes together for another great ride. You see they weren't lining up for a race they are lining up for a casual ride with friends for some good ole excersise.  As the loud speaker cracked with my voice everyone came to look upon me for answers.  I wasn't a big fan of the loud speaker but their were certain details everyone needed to know, such as what to look for were to turn etc.  As I said my last few words it was about time to saddle up and began the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly before I saddled up I heard a word from a fellow co-worker, we are going to brake you today.  Right then and there I knew this was not going to be a casual ride anymore.  I sounded the last horn and it was soon to began the race of 60miles and in hopes to defend my pretend jersey of the Tour De Copperfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the train of 120+ snaked out of the neighborhood we were rolling an easy 18mph chatting away and having a good time.  I knew before long the time would come were I had to defend my title of Tour De Copperfield Champion.  As we made the turn onto Fry road the attacks came.  One after another riders darted off the front trying to get me to expend energy to real them in.  I decided early on I wouldn't follow their attacks knowing they couldn't hold that pace for 60 mph.  I chose to sit in and make it a chess game while I could. It was a constant battle of holding a wheel in front of me but I managed to sit in pretty easy and enjoy being pulled along at 26mph.  It wasn't long before we caught the break aways and settled the pace down a bit. As the pack came to a neighborhood I knew the real attacks would began soon as it was all open roads from here on out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It wasn't long before we exited the neighborhood and game time began. The plan of Andy and Eric was to destroy the pack and get me out on the road alone.  I had it in my mind that I wouldn't let this happen.  I would hold tight and work with the group and continue to demolish each attack they laid out.  As we clicked along averaging 25+ I soon began to realize that the pack wasnt going to make it.  The legs were literally going to be ridden off by those two.  I hung tough and had to start answering the attacks.  It wasnt long before the group was 8 riders whose legs were getting worked in the head winds. Then it came the attack I knew I had to answer.  The wind was roaring in my ears as I watched Andy and Eric take off.  I knew this was the time they had been waiting for.  They had hoped for a head wind that they could attack on and get me out on my own.  It was time to step up as a rider and do some work. I stood up and cranked up to 32mph to gain their wheels.  I felt proud accomplished I reeled them in.  I felt then and there I had showed them I came to play today.   Then it happened they attacked again, I sprinted again, they attacked again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have known this was coming I should have been smarter I went to early.  I settled in to a comfortable pace and watched them ride off.  I quickly found a partner and began swapping turns and slowly tried to reel them in.  We were getting killed out there and they were riding away.  Could this be the end of my reign as Tour Champion.  I sure hoped not.  As the miles churned away we had them in our sites but we knew that it was too much a task.  They had speed and we lacked strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fought a good battle but ultimately we lost the ride aka race.  I guess there is always next year and perhaps a bit more training.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the ride finished up we average 20mph for 60miles took 3hours and burned 3200 calories.  Not bad for a morning leisure ride.  Oh and btw I finished 5th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-4816373823642047425?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/4816373823642047425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=4816373823642047425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/4816373823642047425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/4816373823642047425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='Tour De Copperfield Aka Cat 1,2,3,4,5 Race'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-131904492675751066</id><published>2008-08-05T15:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T08:51:48.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Non Hurricane Edouard</title><content type='html'>So today as I sat in my Bicycle store waiting on impending doom and sure devastation I reflected a bit.  I must admit secretly I was hoping for some sort of disaster you know what I mean.  I didn't wish for people to die or the end of the world.  I was more along the lines of having to swim home, making make shift boats to carry my plasma TV, PS3, and of course Cats out of our apartment.  Hell I would have even been happy with a few tree's down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well much to my dismay and boredom none of the above happened.  As my wife and I watched the news last night we felt for sure the end was coming.  To be honest though we knew nothing would happen.  Nevertheless we tore down my bike shop garage only to squeeze a car in there.  We destroyed an entire days work to make that damn car fit, only to wake this morning and see not a drop of rain.  I canceled my plans to ride my bike to work because I thought for sure I would get blown off the road. Well as you know all this preparedness and nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess on the good side no unfortunate family's lost a home, or lost a loved one.  I just had hoped for a little excitement something to talk about with customers just a little something.  I guess all I have to talk about now is the car I saw doing barrel rolls on the way to work.  Now that was cool, and luckily he was unscathed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-131904492675751066?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/131904492675751066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=131904492675751066&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/131904492675751066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/131904492675751066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2008/08/non-hurricane-edouard.html' title='Non Hurricane Edouard'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-1350354231154483198</id><published>2008-08-03T22:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T23:11:03.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection of consistency</title><content type='html'>As many of you may already I know I struggle a bit with consistency in my blogging.  Perhaps the reason behind it is pure laziness, or maybe even lack of ideas.  I agree with myself that at times the above are for sure causes of my lack of writing at times.  For all I know very few people actually read this blog and in that case perhaps they will miss an important message I am about to convey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat in church today listening to the Pastor share the story of Joesph in the book of Genesis.  I reflected a bit on myself.  You see Joespeh was a consistent follower of Christ and the Lord's will.  For those of you that haven't read the story of Joesph you are missing a very important story in the bible.  There were many years of pure betrayal and hatred brought towards Joesph yet he never wavered.  He stayed consistent with Christ from day one to his last day.  He forgave his brothers for betrayal and set lands free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see his consistency sparked a fire in my heart. Perhaps I wont blog on a daily basis regarding my struggles and spiritual findings, but I will strive to be consistent with my faith in the Lord.  There will be days that come that will be trying, there will come days that will come that will be easy.  Through it all I will strive to stay consistent in one thing Honoring thy Lord my savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Lord help me to find consistency in my faith with you.  Help me to seek your constant love and blessings for me.  Lord help me to like a stone wall unmoving in my faith for you.  Lord through thick and thin, temptation and deceit Lord help me to stay consistent in my love for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-1350354231154483198?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/1350354231154483198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=1350354231154483198&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/1350354231154483198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/1350354231154483198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2008/08/reflection-of-consistency.html' title='Reflection of consistency'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-7506043551262726088</id><published>2008-07-03T09:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T09:22:02.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Open the Door</title><content type='html'>As I sat here in complete awe as to what the Lord has showed me I stumbled across a song written by Ottis Redding.  The song is appropriately titled Open the door.  As he sings with such a wonderful soulful voice “Let me In, Let me in”.  I think of how the Lord must feel.   &lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine the Lord knocking on the doors of our hearts singing with his most wonderful mighty voice.  “Let me in, Let me in Let me Ease on in”   Perhaps this is me relishing in the music, but maybe oh just maybe the Lord is tapping on the door singing “look into my eyes can’t you see I got to come on in, I am  not lying, open the door or I am busting in.  Your denial is killing me, LET ME IN PLEASE LET ME IN.”  Oh how wonderful does that sound.  To know the Lord is begging to coming into your life.  Someone so holly as the Lord is begging you to let him in.  &lt;br /&gt;“Let me in Let me in Let me ease on in”  Listen to the Lord today listen to him knocking on your hearts door today.  For once in your life let go of yourself and let the Lord take over.  Let him set you free of your daily worries and stressed.  I beg you to listen to the knock on your door today and let the Lord open the door to your heart.  Oh how mighty and wonderful day that will be for you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh Lord I pray to you today asking you to keep on knocking on those doors today.  Some people just may not understand right away, but Lord they will surely open them soon.  I pray for those hearts still in denial.  I pray that soon they will seek you and be set free.  Oh Lord I Love you and all the wonderful blessings you have shown me so recently.  If your oh so wonderful name I pray” &lt;br /&gt;AMEN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-7506043551262726088?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/7506043551262726088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=7506043551262726088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/7506043551262726088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/7506043551262726088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2008/07/open-door.html' title='Open the Door'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-4251483019160683170</id><published>2008-07-02T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T15:17:10.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger</title><content type='html'>Oh how I knew this entry would come soon enough.  Perhaps its my greatest struggle of all.  You see anger is what gets me a quick temper that just sets me off.  I have already talked about patience once before and now I talk about anger.  &lt;br /&gt;You see for about two months now I had been waiting to hear back about a job I had applied for.  I had prayed and prayed just knowing this was the job for me.  It made sense to me in every way possible.  I weighed the outcomes and I just knew it was meant to be.  Well finally yesterday I got the call I sort of knew was coming but didn’t really think was.  We are sorry to inform you but we have decided to go in another direction.  WE have decided to hire Joe Blow instead mainly based on his seniority.  For no other reason I thought to myself I didn’t get this job, for no other reason besides me not being at this company long enough.   As I hung up the phone I felt the lava boil inside and I knew it was only a matter of time before I spewed like a Volcano.  &lt;br /&gt;As the day went on and my anger raged deep inside I felt the lord pulling at my heart, he was telling me “it’s ok Son I have a plan for you.  It’s ok Jeremy I will open a door for you.”  I could hear this mild whisper in my gut, but the rage of the devil was firing on all cylinders.  The doubt was filling my mind and the disappointment I felt was over coming God’s sure message inside.  It took me many hours and perhaps still a bit today to calm the flames of fire and the devils temptation.  In fact it has taken a nice rest and a day to truly calm down. &lt;br /&gt;I know that truly in my heart God has a plan for me.  It’s so easy to lose control when things don’t quite work out the way we planned.   But if we can just calm down and let the fire subside we can truly see the light of the Lord guiding our way.  &lt;br /&gt;“Dear Lord I thank you for your blessing, though they may come in a way we might not understand.  I pray Lord that you would open our eyes to see that in fact our selfish will is not the way to live.  I pray Lord that you will stir our hearts and show us the true way of your will.”&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-4251483019160683170?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/4251483019160683170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=4251483019160683170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/4251483019160683170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/4251483019160683170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2008/07/anger.html' title='Anger'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-6949496902733337703</id><published>2008-06-30T20:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:16:10.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings</title><content type='html'>I will try and keep this one short and to the point.  As I have spoke of the topic of tithing and blessing before, but I felt the pull in my heart to explain to you again how blessed I have become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for the skinny of it again I work in a commission based environment, though I have a base salary I have the oppurtunity to make much larger paychecks when numbers are high.    I had been running a store for roughly 8 months without hitting any of my major goals even though company wide we were up from the previous year.   I was starting to believe it had something to do with my managment skills and perhaps I was being a poor leader.   How wrong I was.  My wife and I started tithing in January and I was hoping to hit goal that month but much to my dismay I did not.  I began to get very frustrated and called a good friend of complaining that I was going to stop tithing because it wasnt helping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am sitting here now to tell you after I decided to give it one more month I have gone above and beyong all my store goals.  I have hit numbers three months in a row and beyond.  I am making numbers now when other store arent.  I must believe and do believe the Lord is blessing me in this way because of the sacrifice I have made for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord thank you for your blessing how large or small they are they are a blessing.  In your name Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-6949496902733337703?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/6949496902733337703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=6949496902733337703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/6949496902733337703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/6949496902733337703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2008/06/blessings.html' title='Blessings'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-4316767753812002051</id><published>2008-06-30T20:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:09:47.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Judgement</title><content type='html'>The newest topic I have really felt a pull from God has been not being so quick to judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Recently I watched an extremist video of the Islamic nation and their extremists ideals on religion and world conquer.  I must admit at first viewing I was sick to my stomach, I felt outraged and outraged at their ideals.  How anyone can brain wash a 3yr old child and brain wash a nation is beyond me.  I truly was horrified.  I though to myself we ought to just nuke the folks Ha.  It took awhile for me to open my eyes and understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord spoke to my heart later that afternoon and really opened my eyes.  I wouldn't consider myself a close minded person but after seeing what I had I was ready to shut off.  In my heart I feel every part of their belief in Allah is insane and they should be put down.  But the Lord made it very clear not to judge.  There will be a day when judgment will come down on this earth.  The only will the true judgment begin.  Its very hard for all of us to open our eyes and see that though what me may believe one thing others have different views. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think twice before judging, because there will be a time in the end were the biggest judgement will come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-4316767753812002051?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/4316767753812002051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=4316767753812002051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/4316767753812002051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/4316767753812002051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2008/06/judgement.html' title='Judgement'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-3161834700156075949</id><published>2008-06-26T08:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T08:41:00.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good things a coming</title><content type='html'>Lack of sleep and lack of concentration are in my head this morning.  Last night after a wonderful first road bike race I came home only to find out my ac went out.  My wife and I both had a terrible sleep filled with noisy fans, no sheets and still burning up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her and I both woke up around 3:30 -4:00 and never went back to sleep.   Though through the bad had come good.  For the first time in a long time my wife woke up and had breakfast together.  You see during the work week our schedules differ greatly.  I sleep while she gets dressed and she's gone.  So though I cant say the ac being out is nice, it was a nice change to spend time with her before she left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the rest of my morning I have spent scratching my head trying to update a recent path for my cell phone.  I must say much to my demise I cant get this thing figured out.  I consider my self rather tecky, but it seems this round I have been beaten.  Oh well I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its time for me to head out to work filled with silly customers and most of all AC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for your blessings though some times they may not be clear.  You have blessed me last night and this morning.  Breakfast with my wife was well worth the restless sleep, and the balance on my bike for sure came from you.  My bones and bike thanks you.. Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-3161834700156075949?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/3161834700156075949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=3161834700156075949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/3161834700156075949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/3161834700156075949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-things-coming.html' title='Good things a coming'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-6970127243851948429</id><published>2008-06-23T18:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T18:28:19.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rydesis Chap 1.2</title><content type='html'>As I sit here frustrated to no end over losing a silly video game I thought now would be a good tiem to look back and realize whats going on.    It seems all to often we get lost in whats going to reflect and see through the now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finally calming down and realizing that the Lord is trying to show me patience.  I struggle greatly with patience on a daily basis and I know only with the Lord's help can I get past it.  Impatience is nothing attractive about anyone and is not a characther trait one seeks to find.  I hope throughout life the Lord will teach me patience&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-6970127243851948429?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/6970127243851948429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=6970127243851948429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/6970127243851948429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/6970127243851948429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2008/06/rydesis-chap-12.html' title='Rydesis Chap 1.2'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-2578890169714487517</id><published>2008-06-12T08:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T08:55:43.699-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rydesis Chap1</title><content type='html'>Well as you may have read below this post I have started a blog/book of my lessons I learn in life.  As I sit down to write this I am analyzing the greater good of why certain things are placed in my life.  I feel there is a reason things are happening as if they are only training for whats to come in my life.  I hope not only can I see through things that I might not have through analysis but also enlighten those of you as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I must say I didnt plan on starting out with the most obvious lesson of Money, but most recently its been a struggle I have been facing.  I would be pretty much sure to say alot of people place blame, or praise on the Lord when it comes to finances and I am here to say that is not the way of my thinking one bit.  I have written before about tithing and how tough at times it has been, but at the same time brought so many blessings to my life.  It's a hard balance to find but worth the lesson learned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently as the economy seems to struggle and prices rise I find myself down about were I stand financially.  To be honest I want a mansion on the hill with nice cars and expensive toys, most of my life I have dreamt about that.  I felt compelled to make that my success in life MONEY.  Well you might have figured out by now I have none of that, but I am finding complete happiness with my current situation.  I am very blessed man I have moved rapidly up in my company I have a wonderful wife and  a great bed to rest my head.   I would like to believe I am a very blessed man.   I know for a fact from experience that life could be much harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I sat and struggled the other day considering my finances I got angry.   I wanted so bad to do my finances and see that extra 3k a month I could spend however, well much to my dismay it doesn't exist.   It has taken me two days now to sift through that boil of lava in search of a lesson.  Perhaps the Lord is teaching me to trust him, trust him with my finances and if I can let them go he will guide me towards his goals NOT mine.  Perhaps the Lord is setting me up for findings ways to conserve money and get ahead in my finances.   He is opening my eyes to find an understanding that it will be ok, and who knows one day when I run a company I will have an understanding that lavish spending isn't the way to get things done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today as I click publish this post I have a better feeling as to this most current lesson.  I am also taking with me perhaps a better way to lay out these posts Ha.  I hope that through time I can find a clearer way to write my thoughts.   Most of all I seek to enlighten those that are like me that there is greater good and lifes struggles or only greatness training.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-2578890169714487517?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/2578890169714487517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=2578890169714487517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/2578890169714487517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/2578890169714487517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2008/06/rydesis-chap1.html' title='Rydesis Chap1'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-1414208827399411671</id><published>2008-06-12T08:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T08:40:41.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thesis to a life of Lordship</title><content type='html'>As I sat in church the other day with my wife and we began to discuss the book of Genisis I had a revelation and decided I was going to start my own book of beggnings.   For those of you who don't know the book of Genisis its the first book of the bible that discusses the creation of earth and the begginings of Exodus, Moses and Abraham and how the Isreal nation came to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this thought came to be I decided I would write about my beginnings and what the Lord is bringing to me on a daily basis.   Of course the Lord brings me blessings on a daily basis, but the heart of this writing to search deep for what the Lord is preparing me for daily.  Some would call it as a test others would consider it he divine intervention preparing me for what he has set forth for my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand at times I am not always going to fully understand what he has set forth, but with a passion for searching deep within and a closer relationship with God I hope to find the path he has set forth for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I challenge those of you who do this to search within yourself and God and not look at things with a negative manner, but see the greater good.  Life is full of lessons and if we look upon them with anger we are only letting those lessons pass us by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-1414208827399411671?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/1414208827399411671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=1414208827399411671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/1414208827399411671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/1414208827399411671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2008/06/thesis-to-life-of-lordship.html' title='Thesis to a life of Lordship'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-8406654669326549171</id><published>2008-05-19T12:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:59:21.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cliche</title><content type='html'>Unless you are living underneath a very large shad tree i am sure you have heard constant moaning about Gas prices.  I know I have.  I am not here to preach my side of whats good and bad.  I say to those of you moaning find an alternative and stop your moaning.  You say to yourself well smart guy what you doing about it.  Well for starters I am aint whining about the costs.  First of all I chose to drive a car to my destinations I search for cheaper prices than the local gas station that rapes its customers.  Secondly I built a bike to make my daily commutes to and from work.  Not only am I going to get in better shape, but in turn helping the economy and saving money!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So say you live in a city not built for commuting, well wake up and smell the coffee neither do I.  I live in Houston, TX one of the worst places to ride a bike.  I make it work, I find sidewalks put lights on my bike and take my chances.  Its better than complaining about oil prices and doing nothing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So live a little, save some money and ride a bike.  Be a kid again and enjoy two wheels fueled by nothing more than human energy. The only energy they haven't charged us for yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-8406654669326549171?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/8406654669326549171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=8406654669326549171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/8406654669326549171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/8406654669326549171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2008/05/cliche.html' title='Cliche'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-9031029641111050190</id><published>2008-05-19T12:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:53:14.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating and Applying for a Job</title><content type='html'>I have been on the prowl lately for a new job and have come to terms that I might not find anything for awhile now.  As I sat down at my computer and applied for numerous jobs I almost felt like I was at a local bar hitting on women.  After numerous rejections and no response from so many applications(women) I feel a bit bummed.  Bartender (monster.com) pour me another beer(get me a new lead).  I am getting a little bummed here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got some response from a prospect and now its waiting time here.  I swear at times applying for jobs is almost as rough as dating.  Say the interview goes well its like a first date you just hope you get a call back for that second date or in this case discuss salaries.   All I am really looking for is a marriage between a prospering career and finances that can support me.  I am not looking for a sex life thats wild and short lived.  I swear I am looking for something more long term.  So save my number in your phone girl (boss).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-9031029641111050190?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/9031029641111050190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=9031029641111050190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/9031029641111050190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/9031029641111050190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2008/05/dating-and-applying-for-job.html' title='Dating and Applying for a Job'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-6858586135014054136</id><published>2008-05-05T10:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T11:48:45.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving it Behind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;   I felt compelled to write this blog while the mood struck me and while I was jamming an Eddie Vedder song appropriately titled Far Behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My wife and I have recently been very focused on making God our main priority in our marriage.   We have both felt the pull from the Lord to honor him and worship him in our daily activites through work, our attitudes and every aspect of our lives.  Perhaps the hardest part of our journey he been convincing me to tithe 10% of my hard earned paycheck.   I must admit when her and I first started I was very bitter and reluctantly held back my money.  I just wasn't sure of why I had t o put money aside for a church we haven't felt at home about and money that her and I could put towards bills.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  The first two months of tithing it seemed financially things go harder for us and I began to feel very bitter.  At work I wasn't making my monthly quota's and I was missing my goals at the very end of the month.  I was growing very frustrated with the fact I wasn't being rewarded for my tithing.  At the end of last month I was ready to throw in the tithing towel and just not honor the Lord in that manner any longer.   I must say I had grown very bitter at this point and if it hadnt been for my wife and my good friends I would have quit.  I faithfully decided to give it one more shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We as you well know the month of April just ended and man alive we her and I blessed.  Not only did I nail every quota all our financial troubles seemed to fall into place and finally after some time make sense.  I must admit I finally felt God had finally done what he said would do for me and I was very happy and honored!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But somewhere in between I realized my financial troubles were coming together I realized my wife and I had the nest egg of money we had put aside for the Lord.  You see we hadn't found a church we felt at home with to donate our money to, so in turn we set out to find ways to help those in need.   After much prayer and thought my wife and I have been so happy to be able to bless so many people with the Lord's money.  We have been able to help friends in need, join a child ministry and join a group of people to help children in need.  Perhaps this all came together and provoked me to write this blog when I got a message from a friend about a friend who was wanting to go on a mission trip this summer.     I felt a burn in my heart when I saw this message and immediately to help someone in need.  Short of a pone call to be made we are going to pretty much make this missionary's trip all but final.  I am beyond words as to the excitement I have right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The reason I began tithing was for the Lord to bless me with more money.  I know that sounds vain and it was actually just that.  After time though and after the Lord shining light into my darkened eyes I saw what he wanted me to see.  He showed me that through tithing I was able to bless others, and I have to be honest having the ability to bless multitues of people financially or through prayer with the Lord is worth more to me than millions of dollars.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;God Bless you all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-6858586135014054136?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/6858586135014054136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=6858586135014054136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/6858586135014054136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/6858586135014054136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2008/05/leaving-it-behind.html' title='Leaving it Behind'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-7901059280354866829</id><published>2008-03-30T21:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T22:00:37.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Metaphor of Love</title><content type='html'>Ha so I was told I write a bit on the sad side.  Heh well its true I had a troubled past but then the world opened up to happiness.  I guess its taken me some time to get past the past and move to the present and the future.  So for now I shall turn off the blues, and hit up some rock wahooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for you love here is some happiness thrown down the best I can go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha is how this starts off&lt;br /&gt;because i am laughing&lt;br /&gt;giggling at the title&lt;br /&gt;and my description of a sunflower&lt;br /&gt;and our love&lt;br /&gt;perhaps the best love a man could have&lt;br /&gt;Your smile and our pure stupid love&lt;br /&gt;brings smiles to my eyes on a daily basis&lt;br /&gt;they poke at us for being so happy&lt;br /&gt;its not a curse love&lt;br /&gt;our marriage&lt;br /&gt;Oh no&lt;br /&gt;no how&lt;br /&gt;its freaking greatness&lt;br /&gt;So lets take a toast today&lt;br /&gt;and toast this happiness Wahoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Baby I love you!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-7901059280354866829?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/7901059280354866829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=7901059280354866829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/7901059280354866829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/7901059280354866829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2008/03/metaphor-of-love.html' title='Metaphor of Love'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-450176961835994845</id><published>2008-03-30T21:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T21:54:57.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Diving Deep</title><content type='html'>Going for a swim tonight&lt;br /&gt;Diving right back to the deep&lt;br /&gt;The Deep end of what was the past&lt;br /&gt;Its been awhile since I have been down this deep&lt;br /&gt;Things are dark down here&lt;br /&gt;a bit lonely is how I feel&lt;br /&gt;AS the Darkness thickens&lt;br /&gt;I feel cold and more alone&lt;br /&gt;All my worldly possessions are useless here&lt;br /&gt;I had it all up above and now are gone&lt;br /&gt;How I hope soon I get some help&lt;br /&gt;Soon I pray I will arise from the depths to see the light again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this is my last dive towards these depths&lt;br /&gt;As it took me over a year to surface&lt;br /&gt;I held my breath for some time&lt;br /&gt;Hoping it might have ended&lt;br /&gt;There's greater purpose above I decided&lt;br /&gt;The voice inside spoke louder than I thought&lt;br /&gt;Here I Am in space filled with air&lt;br /&gt;Oh how much brighter is life above the surface&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-450176961835994845?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/450176961835994845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=450176961835994845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/450176961835994845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/450176961835994845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2008/03/diving-deep.html' title='Diving Deep'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-573354612556719363</id><published>2008-03-30T21:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T21:33:29.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Cycling Season Baby</title><content type='html'>The ride is tuned up&lt;br /&gt;Bars are wrapped and new&lt;br /&gt;It's time to take these tires to the pavement&lt;br /&gt;Burn some muscle and have weakness leave the body&lt;br /&gt;For its cycling season again baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to show them whats up&lt;br /&gt;and time to be showed whats up&lt;br /&gt;Intervals, distance works outs&lt;br /&gt;Its all in the mix again&lt;br /&gt;A little less beer&lt;br /&gt;A bit more pasta&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea baby&lt;br /&gt;Its cycling season baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-573354612556719363?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/573354612556719363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=573354612556719363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/573354612556719363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/573354612556719363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-cycling-season-baby.html' title='It&apos;s Cycling Season Baby'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-8761139039769580266</id><published>2008-03-14T10:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T11:01:37.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cops</title><content type='html'>This is more of a pure rant to vent my anger.  I swear man cops for the most part have nothing better to do with their time then sit around and wait to give speeding tickets or better worse give tickets for registration stickers.  It has been terrible the last few months on my daily commutes seeing all of the cops sitting on the side of the road waiting to catch someone.  Does it not appear to any one else a crime is being committed else were, a crazy driver is running red lights or drugs being dealt on the same corner at the same time every day.  What amazes me is when my car was broken into last year the cop mentioned there was a crack house down the street and they were likely to be the suspects.  If this is a known place of business then why in the hell are cops sitting on the beltway giving tickets instead of lining up outside this house and kicking the doors in and taking these jerks to jail.  I do understand that in fact not all cops can be every where at the same time, but what I do not understand is why in the hell when they know a common place of criminal activity they do nothing about it.   Purley insane.  I lose a little bit of respect each and every time I get pulled over for something so meaningless as a sticker being out on my car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope one day perhaps instead of making money for nothing other than pocket change for their district.  Until that day I guess be ready for crime to continue to happen and nothing to do done about it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-8761139039769580266?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/8761139039769580266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=8761139039769580266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/8761139039769580266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/8761139039769580266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2008/03/cops.html' title='Cops'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-286853689736411226</id><published>2007-12-20T22:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T22:47:13.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea of Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eyes are getting weary and its about time to hit to turn it in when one last thing came to mind.&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace in your heart is what I wish for you this Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;People always wish for peace on earth&lt;br /&gt;Now don’t get me wrong I wish that as well&lt;br /&gt;But peace in ones heart is a start&lt;br /&gt;A start in the direction of peace&lt;br /&gt;So this Christmas wish for peace in your heart and those around you&lt;br /&gt;Peace is a state of mind and together a state of society&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-286853689736411226?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/286853689736411226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=286853689736411226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/286853689736411226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/286853689736411226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2007/12/idea-of-peace.html' title='Idea of Peace'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-4646073826010012062</id><published>2007-12-20T22:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T22:30:34.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired I guess</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Preface:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;This sort of topic came to me after watching a movie “Into the Wild”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some of my writing sort of relays to this topic of just letting it all go and searching the world for your soul and just finding yourself as times go by.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It seems times in my life I still struggle with the fact I haven’t searched deep enough and spent the time I needed to see the world and God’s land he hath provided.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yet other times I settle down and realize how good I have it.&lt;/p&gt;                                    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to be honest I want to rhyme here&lt;br /&gt;Listening to music that should inspire the heart&lt;br /&gt;The mind though is slow tonight and is lost&lt;br /&gt;Searching deep for some files of concern&lt;br /&gt;Some clever way to describe this current funk&lt;br /&gt;Relationships are great and money is good&lt;br /&gt;Yet somehow something is missing right now&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it’s something simple&lt;br /&gt;Pray it’s not something so deep that the soul can’t find&lt;br /&gt;Struggling to get away from it all for a day or two&lt;br /&gt;Hit the road on two wheels and hammer it out&lt;br /&gt;As I said not sure how to explain it&lt;br /&gt;I see more clearly now as should you&lt;br /&gt;This entire spiel above has led directly to this point&lt;br /&gt;I am missing the searching deep within&lt;br /&gt;So much time spent lately making others happy&lt;br /&gt;Lost somehow the fact to work on this soul&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Times have been great lately at work&lt;br /&gt;Searched deep down and have become the next level&lt;br /&gt;Learning how to manage and handle a business&lt;br /&gt;Rough times and employees lost during this trial&lt;br /&gt;Coming around to being a man I would work for&lt;br /&gt;Deep down I linger for the words “you are a good boss”&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I deeply know they may not come&lt;br /&gt;But perhaps spoken another time&lt;br /&gt;Just know I want to be the best for you and myself&lt;br /&gt;And together a breed of unstoppable proportions&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-4646073826010012062?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/4646073826010012062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=4646073826010012062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/4646073826010012062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/4646073826010012062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2007/12/inspired-i-guess.html' title='Inspired I guess'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-2699506714909085646</id><published>2007-12-10T17:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T17:08:29.579-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Rock bottom is what it is Rock Bottom&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;One more drink one more smoke&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;What bad is it going to do it can't get much worse&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;I lay awake all night and asleep all day long &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;It's been pretty easy to give up&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;What I have left is nothing anymore&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;A family falling apart a&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;An empty heart&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;And a dollar that wont stretch any longer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;One more drinks for me please&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Fell off the ladder at work the other day&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;The pain in my back was bearable compared to the rest&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;I laid there for awhile &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Hoping it would end hoping this stretch would wrap out&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Awoke again pain in my heart and back&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;It seems this day is just another haze&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Phones ringing again bill collectors once again&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Money is gone, joy is lost, oh lord take me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Got the news today&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;The assignment I was assigned was reassigned&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Its time to pack my bags and head on&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Box in my hand, and tears in my heart &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Locked myself in my room and had one&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Had two, three, four, and five&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Not stopping till I forget about this day&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Nine later I can hardly walk, but the pain hurts worse&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;One more ought to hide the pain this is so vain &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Cranked the volume but couldn't hide the screaming&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Head was ready to explode&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Shouts at the wall only echoed &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Heart was ready to pop&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Hell was awaiting this mind&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;Soon enough soon enough&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/4737219185996889924-2699506714909085646?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/2699506714909085646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=2699506714909085646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/2699506714909085646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/2699506714909085646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2007/12/looking-back.html' title='Looking Back'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-6785665056133670157</id><published>2007-12-10T17:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T17:07:12.759-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As I try and look back and write about the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I bring up feelings of depression and loneliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You must understand though this is the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I believe we all go through severely hard times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;For a reason I am not sure but deep down understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It seems that once you truly hit rock bottom you develop an understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A feeling of knowing that no matter how bad it appears it can never be that bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I struggled and I struggled hard, I cried and I turned to alternatives to hide the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But in the end it was one thing that saved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Love, Love saved me from the the bottom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;An Everlasting Love of Jesus Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never gave up on me like I did on him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Late nights I wept to him asking for him to save me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yet he didn't for reasons I still don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But as I continued to fall I always felt he was in control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Watching me, and holding on with a loving hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To some it may seem crazy and insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But only time and hopefully my words can eventually explain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Explain how his love saved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;" &gt;My prayers he absolutely answered &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;" &gt;If I live life having nothing else I will die a happy man&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;" &gt;For I have seen the worst and I know it will never be that bad&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;" &gt;For Love, the Lords love saved me for good&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/4737219185996889924-6785665056133670157?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/6785665056133670157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=6785665056133670157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/6785665056133670157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/6785665056133670157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2007/12/reflection-of-love.html' title='Reflection of Love'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-6509937857863275883</id><published>2007-12-10T17:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T17:04:28.281-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>When it happened I am not sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;The love for this sport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;The passion in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the day in the garage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Fixing the neighbors bikes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A tweak here for speed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Speck of grease here for smoother shifts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;First 20 mile ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;60 mph downhill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;All set me off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;The world of cycling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Consumed I am&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Had a ounce of hope the other day&lt;br /&gt;Interview was lined up&lt;br /&gt;Suit was ironed and hair was combed&lt;br /&gt;Got the call later&lt;br /&gt;Job was filled thanks for your time&lt;br /&gt;Bartender pour me one more&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to the tears that fill this year&lt;br /&gt;How quickly I fell off my perch up top&lt;br /&gt;To this rocky bottom&lt;br /&gt;Seems I can't find a place now for my restless head&lt;br /&gt;Bartender pour me one more&lt;br /&gt;At least one more till I find the floor&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/4737219185996889924-6509937857863275883?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/6509937857863275883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=6509937857863275883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/6509937857863275883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/6509937857863275883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2007/12/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-2102986597334328955</id><published>2007-12-10T17:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T17:03:08.461-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, Sex, Tears</title><content type='html'>Tonight writing from the top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Ideas are flowing in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to piece em together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Jigsaw going on upstairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Creative juices combining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Not sure of the concoction coming out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Hope you enjoy it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Hope it doesn't leave a bad taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;It's a healthy blend of love, sex, and tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Healthy well maybe not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Either way it's more than what you got&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;She walked out the door&lt;br /&gt;I hit the floor&lt;br /&gt;It's been along time&lt;br /&gt;Too long since she walked out on me&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this what we are supposed to do&lt;br /&gt;Fight, make ups, and love&lt;br /&gt;How hard it is on this heart&lt;br /&gt;Too long since we been apart &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Tunes are jamming in the ear&lt;br /&gt;I could stand to drink one more beer&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying standing here&lt;br /&gt;Whispering sweet nothings in your ear&lt;br /&gt;How about it my dear&lt;br /&gt;Share one dance with me&lt;br /&gt;One last kiss before the New Year&lt;br /&gt;Last chance for romance before the clock ticks back&lt;br /&gt;Lets wrap up the year with a cheer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                              &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Taken from Cash and Nelson&lt;br /&gt;Improvised a bit of course&lt;br /&gt;Papa is a worried man&lt;br /&gt;Bills to pay&lt;br /&gt;Days almost through&lt;br /&gt;Need a new pair of shoes&lt;br /&gt;Dinner table is empty and belly is hungry&lt;br /&gt;Been praying all night long&lt;br /&gt;But prayer isn't filling the table&lt;br /&gt;Three jobs later and just scraping by&lt;br /&gt;Papa is a worried man&lt;br /&gt;One hour of sleep isn't enough for me&lt;br /&gt;Times are killing me&lt;br /&gt;Oh Papa is a worried man&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/4737219185996889924-2102986597334328955?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/2102986597334328955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=2102986597334328955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/2102986597334328955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/2102986597334328955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2007/12/love-sex-tears.html' title='Love, Sex, Tears'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-6024359443866037481</id><published>2007-12-10T17:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T17:01:01.608-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Year Season Opener</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well after 4 years of riding I have made the step.  The step to doing what I have always wanted to do Race Bicycles. Yes its true racing bicycles not cars or motorcycles.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I must say I am stoked and cant wait for the first race thats in three weeks.  I am racing a 12hr mountain bike race that consists of a 10 mile track off road.  The goal complete as many laps possible in 12 hours. I cant wait to see how well my legs, lungs and mostly heart play in this endurance race.  I am bottling up for this one.  The past will come up and dreams of the future will all play a part in getting past the mental wall that should hit around lap 6 or so which in mileage would be 60 miles. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Training camp is over and was pretty much a success in my mind.  I was able to hang with category 2 racers through rolling hills and brutal climbs.  The legs are there and the training is here to stay.  SO off to the races I go&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-6024359443866037481?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/6024359443866037481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=6024359443866037481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/6024359443866037481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/6024359443866037481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2007/12/4-year-season-opener.html' title='4 Year Season Opener'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-4339613711092895185</id><published>2007-12-10T16:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T16:59:48.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Justice and Such</title><content type='html'>Days and Weeks I awoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;How I wished the morning bell wouldn't ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;For you see I wasn't saved by the bell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I was doomed to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;My heart ached my mind empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;How I just wished every night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Dreamed I wouldn't have to face the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Ring the bell went and arose I did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Faced the day with a grim face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drug my feet and my mind again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Challenged I wasn't and hopeless I felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Justice who is she&lt;br /&gt;What does she look like&lt;br /&gt;We talk of her and her consequences&lt;br /&gt;But how can she be so transparent&lt;br /&gt;Like a shadow in the night&lt;br /&gt;Or a whisper in your ear&lt;br /&gt;She sets us free or ties up down&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes she is slow to react&lt;br /&gt;Often quicker than we wish&lt;br /&gt;But know she shall show her face&lt;br /&gt;Ready or not prepare for she sees your actions&lt;br /&gt;Ready or not she will prevail&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/4737219185996889924-4339613711092895185?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/4339613711092895185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=4339613711092895185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/4339613711092895185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/4339613711092895185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2007/12/days-and-weeks-i-awoke-how-i-wished.html' title='Justice and Such'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-5075451869553408563</id><published>2007-12-10T16:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T16:57:34.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogcontent" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;I had a dream unlike any other dream I have had before.  It was a happy world full of joy and love.  It was unlike the world we share today.  Sorrow wasnt a factor and droopy faces were unknown.  For you see it wasnt like today.  I had a dream perhaps all to real.  Consumed by terrible thoughts and stress.  Hapiness and smiles ceased to exist.  For you see it was just like today.  I had a dream of unreal porportions.  A political world were we were told truths.  Actions were decided on our behalf with the best intentions in mind.  For you see I had a nightmare of a country lost.  Lost in  fear, tricked by the media and consumed with lies and distrust.  You see this isnt a nightmare this is reality.  Reality you ask its sadness depression, and lies.  Theres hapinees to be found but its a  dream.  Its a fantasy world we live in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-5075451869553408563?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/5075451869553408563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=5075451869553408563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/5075451869553408563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/5075451869553408563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2007/12/to-dream.html' title='To Dream'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-7753471737638543493</id><published>2007-12-10T16:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T16:57:06.585-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck in the Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Today I had some free time and I decided to clean out my dresser drawers.  For some that don't know me I am a bit OCD about cleanliness but that's beside the point.  As I was cleaning out my drawers I came across some letters from some old friends and Ex Girlfriends.  Why I still have them I am not really sure but none the less I read them.  I enjoy reading them to laugh or to see how much things have changed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;As I read through them I had a lot of different emotions such as laughter, recollections of pain I felt, and just amazement at how creative girls are.  I mean really it took me like ten minutes to fold the letters again after I had read them, not to mention the 10 different colors they wrote in. My eyes perhaps will never be the same.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I guess what I really got out of that whole experience is how at that moment nothing else mattered to me.  All I wanted was a certain girl, or I was so close minded I wouldn't let someone in.  In retrospect of my life's timeline it was such a tiny piece yet none the less they shaped me.  I have since opened my mind to different views and given people a chance, but at the same time I know in my heart I was thankful my prayers weren't answered.  Perhaps if I had dated a certain girl who knows were she or I might be right now.  I would never go back to make that happen not in a million years.  I honestly believe she is happier now, and I know in my heart I couldn't be happier with my current situation.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;So to those stuck in the moment please enjoy it and live it, but don't get lost in it.  Another day will come and another sun will set.  It's a constant motion a cycle of life, live and love it.&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/4737219185996889924-7753471737638543493?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/7753471737638543493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=7753471737638543493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/7753471737638543493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/7753471737638543493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2007/12/stuck-in-moment.html' title='Stuck in the Moment'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-6909721853468281801</id><published>2007-12-10T16:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T16:56:24.211-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beelogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Just throwing down a blog for the sake of it.  I mean you folks read this everyonce in awhile.  How you might ask wells it simple I have a counter that tells me.  SO ha busted. Actually you arent because I dont think you care f I know that you know you read my blog.  Exscuse the typos if there are some because i didnt spell check, nor grammar check oh well.  Sometimes I just dont care to be right on with all that mess.  Its a time consumer and why I might have spare time to be consumed I would rather consume it with random blogging and jamming to some new tunes.  Thats right I have some new tunes I have been rocking out too.  Check out the King of Leon they are pretty sweet oh yea REAL Sweet yo.  There is alot of other stuff too, but again being consumed with listing them isnt my idea for fun right now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Other than jamming some new tunes my life is pretty easy and breezy.  I work like the rest of you.  I pay bills like the rest of you, and I spend my free time with my girlfriend, and riding the shit out of my bike.  Its true I am on fire this year and doing everything I can to beat the crap out of everyone else on a bike.  There are a few people who I believe I have lit up that want to beat me, and I refuse to let that happen.  They perhaps wont read this blog and if they do, I hope you train as much as i do.  Because trust me it will be a race this time you can train and train hard, but without you knowing it I am on the bike just a bit more than you.  This is the year, I will race through pain and weather to make it to the finish line.  I may have many years of pure great racing, but if not I am going to run this one down.  I am going to race like this is the last of it.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well i believe that about it for now.  Perhaps I might post another random blog right above this one on the list, but if not just know some where out there, I am thinking about you, or perhaps more likley riding my bike.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-6909721853468281801?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/6909721853468281801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=6909721853468281801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/6909721853468281801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/6909721853468281801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2007/12/beelogging.html' title='Beelogging'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-2667142093907688699</id><published>2007-12-10T16:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T16:56:00.588-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;As I said I would I decided to post another blog.  Perhaps to get my count up, or perhaps to muse you a little more with my random thoughts and off the top writing.  You see most time in real life and real situations I am not this quick nor random.  Something about sitting down and staring a monitor opens up some vector of my brain that just flows with thoughts.  I can type hundreds of words a minute and just keep on going.  Something about it blows my mind and something about it fills the time.  For you see righ tnow I have about a million thoughts going through my mind.  7up isnt as good as sprite, this music beat is a bit off for my feelings, today I hit a tree at 18 mph on my shoulder it felt like a train wreck, but I managed to keep going.  As the beat picks up the thoughts flow faster and wilder.   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Running wild in the yonder wilderness my mind roams free.  No one to control my thoughts and no phone to disturb this peace.  For you see it just me and  nature right now.  The crunching leaves at my feet, and the sound of my heart pounding, loods flowing and the sweats pouring like a stream toward the sea.  For you see its just me and nature.  Birds and squirrels run at the sound of me coming at them, though I dont chase them I invade their space.  Perhaps one day we as a nation of over growing population will run from nature chasing us.  Perhaps one day they wil revolt as they should.  We are conquering there god given land one day at a time and its just not fair.  I am no tree hugger lover, but what the hell thye need a home too.  You see birds and horses dont shop at hundred thousand sqaure foot walmarts or targets.  Do you think the bears are driving through starbucks twice a day to get coffee I dont think so.  For you see its no longer me and nature its me and commercial industry.  We stole the land from the indians and now we steal it from the animals. Perhaps one day there will be nothing left, but concrete and walmarts and shopping malls.  Perhaps the only cows we will see are on the chic fila signs down the street.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-2667142093907688699?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/2667142093907688699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=2667142093907688699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/2667142093907688699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/2667142093907688699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2007/12/nature.html' title='Nature'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-1624138965387436611</id><published>2007-12-10T16:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T16:55:42.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Caculations</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogcontent" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Times have been slow in coming since I last spoke about it, ranted about the constant undermining of the society.  This isn't another hoax or conspiracy theory it is what it is.  It's a common calculation of math and reason here, can't you see this is it.  They say make money to be happy, well yea I agree it only makes since that money is life.  Before we go further don't get upset yes I agree there is WAY more to life than money, love, God, etc which all I believe in and enjoy.  But as all stories have two sides this nation has another evil dark side.  Its money, it's been said and continues to prove to be the root of evil.  Day in and day out we work hard to make a living to get by, feed our mouths and just make it, you see I work hard the harder I work the more money I get and the more I lose.  What you might ask I lose it to, do the math here my friend who you think is running the show, it sure isn't you or me.  It's the governmental empire that runs this show.  Controlling our media and our money, voting them in we flock like birds every four years.  Hoping and praying this is going to make a change, yet every week I see more money going out of my check for taxes.  Ask this what has your taxes done for you lately.  Let's see here oh YES they helped afford put in those fancy red light cameras that are so brilliantly taking the cops off the streets saving the government money and at the same time making more.  Yes, Yes that my wonderful hard earned tax dollars at work. I didn't see my tax dollars hard at work, when I bottomed my car out on the pot hole, I didn't see my hard earned labor protected when my car got broke into and I got robbed.  Nor sir red light cameras are better any day.  We are in a constant struggle with our hands tied behind our backs as we sit and take it as a nation.  Land of the free home of the brave, brave I agree, controlled freedom is how we reside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-1624138965387436611?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/1624138965387436611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=1624138965387436611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/1624138965387436611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/1624138965387436611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2007/12/simple-caculations.html' title='Simple Caculations'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-6713829720784491949</id><published>2007-12-10T16:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T16:54:20.595-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Aim Less Likely</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogcontent" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;At Time we get lost.  All consumed by the trials of day to day.  All to often we quote "Same ole Shit Different day".  How lost and confused we must appear to the Lord.  Given the will to choose we chose to get lost.  As sheep in the pasture we roam aimlessley with no clear direction towards the approaching cliff.  Wolves await our passing fate as they dine upon the lost souls at the valley below.  How how we need our shepard now more than ever.  Let us Lord not be lost to be anothers feast.  Show us of Holy Lord how to feast on your Love and follow your direction and share in your Praise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-6713829720784491949?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/6713829720784491949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=6713829720784491949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/6713829720784491949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/6713829720784491949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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panting from the heat&lt;br /&gt;The heat of the pressure of life&lt;br /&gt;Life's been taking me down&lt;br /&gt;To the bottom of the caves I hide from the stress&lt;br /&gt;The rope is so tight its started to stretch&lt;br /&gt;My patience has stretched so long its about to break&lt;br /&gt;Break like a wave down by the sea of 20ft waves&lt;br /&gt;Ready to jump in for a swim but it's a bit cold&lt;br /&gt;Cold like the faces of those walking by me down the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came to me in a dream&lt;br /&gt;Walking in a wooded forest&lt;br /&gt;Dodging in an out of trees&lt;br /&gt;I ran to catch her arm&lt;br /&gt;Hung out there waiting for mine&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't make connection with what was my destiny&lt;br /&gt;Fate had different plans for today&lt;br /&gt;Leaves clouded my vision&lt;br /&gt;Led me to a cliff of decision&lt;br /&gt;One was freedom&lt;br /&gt;Other was sure struggle&lt;br /&gt;Freedom is to easy&lt;br /&gt;Struggle was worth it for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a jog down memory lane&lt;br /&gt;It's to painful to stroll through&lt;br /&gt;Having nothing and losing more&lt;br /&gt;Working for a penny paying a dime&lt;br /&gt;Plenty of time but no spine&lt;br /&gt;Coward to the truth afraid of the reality&lt;br /&gt;Staring me in the face&lt;br /&gt;How I loathed this place&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-7293660110492931290?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/7293660110492931290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737219185996889924&amp;postID=7293660110492931290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/7293660110492931290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737219185996889924/posts/default/7293660110492931290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/2007/12/off-top.html' title='Off the Top'/><author><name>Cliffv12</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06785628000610968785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85bSfjiKDMU/S8PgI_6197I/AAAAAAAAKmk/ZnapYVSpAZg/S220/IMG_3956.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737219185996889924.post-4567827001041601913</id><published>2007-12-10T16:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T16:51:35.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedon is Within</title><content type='html'>Its not slavery thats bringing you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;It's the actions and the words of your others&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes and lawlessness is your slavery&lt;br /&gt;Stepping out of the box and making it happen&lt;br /&gt;Thats your freedom my friend&lt;br /&gt;Drugs, Violence, theft is not way to live&lt;br /&gt;Guns, Rape and Destruction arent freedom&lt;br /&gt;Getting a job, tying your tie, learning not to lie&lt;br /&gt;Thats your freedom&lt;br /&gt;Freedom from ones race is self taught&lt;br /&gt;Its not me taking you down son&lt;br /&gt;Its your neighbor&lt;br /&gt;So stand against him and set yourself free&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737219185996889924-4567827001041601913?l=ryderwritings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryderwritings.blogspot.com/feeds/4567827001041601913/comments/default' 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