<?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-6100583838722833105</id><updated>2011-07-30T16:33:29.120-05:00</updated><category term='Bachelor Girls'/><category term='Arkansas'/><category term='Texas'/><category term='http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gif'/><category term='Prairie Grove'/><category term='apartment'/><category term='Lubbock'/><title type='text'>Essays From Texas</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts the wind blew in...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>157</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-1803017777683443088</id><published>2010-03-17T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T10:20:29.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Essays from Texas is Moving to Word Press</title><summary type='text'>I am moving Essays from Texas to a new blog host. 

Please update the address to Essays from Texas to http://essaysfromtexas.wordpress.com . 

Many thanks.

LWK</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/1803017777683443088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=1803017777683443088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/1803017777683443088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/1803017777683443088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2010/03/essays-from-texas-is-moving-to-word.html' title='Essays from Texas is Moving to Word Press'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-746233438902469823</id><published>2010-03-17T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T09:27:36.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scenes from the airport</title><summary type='text'>While you usually don't want to see storm clouds closing in on the runway just before you're supposed to take off, this particular storm provided a spectacular view at the Preston Smith International Airport in Lubbock last week.




I've said many times that the sunsets in West Texas make all the windy/blowing dust/nasty days that often occur in the spring seem worthwhile.

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/746233438902469823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=746233438902469823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/746233438902469823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/746233438902469823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2010/03/scenes-from-airport.html' title='Scenes from the airport'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/S6DlgVUrSWI/AAAAAAAACaA/NDZejF7eoYg/s72-c/2010_03ReeceBirth002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-1458308659930348698</id><published>2010-03-08T11:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T11:27:37.625-06:00</updated><title type='text'>California and back</title><summary type='text'>While in Anaheim, California last week, I enjoyed the lovely West Coast weather...
but only while I was walking between hotels and the convention center.

Snow-capped mountains in the distance and palm trees were taunting me the whole time as I went from meeting to reception to dinner to meeting.


The red carpet of Oscar night was just 20 miles from where I was staying. Disneyland was just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/1458308659930348698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=1458308659930348698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/1458308659930348698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/1458308659930348698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2010/03/california-and-back.html' title='California and back'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/S5UtBwpP0sI/AAAAAAAACXw/pxK819CUgWM/s72-c/2010_03_05AnaheimCalif001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-1795862563508295918</id><published>2010-03-02T14:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T14:10:43.175-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Independence Day</title><summary type='text'>Today is an important day in the history of the Lone Star State - Texas Independence Day.
Rather than rambling about my own thoughts about the day, I'm going to refer you to a great blog by someone who has had a big influence on my photographic eye and is a Texan in the truest sense. The blog is written by Wyman Meinzer, who is the official photographer for the state of Texas. Yes, Texas has its </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/1795862563508295918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=1795862563508295918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/1795862563508295918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/1795862563508295918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2010/03/texas-independence-day.html' title='Texas Independence Day'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-4872918217395949065</id><published>2010-03-02T13:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T13:49:07.947-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Headed to the OC</title><summary type='text'>My travels are taking me to Anaheim, California this week for Commodity Classic. (You may recall previous postings from Classics in Nashville in '08 and Grapevine in '09. Oh, wait...I wasn't keeping a blog when it was in Nashville. Nevermind.)

Currently, I'm stationed in Albuquerque, New Mexico and enduring a four hour layover. My flight will leave here, make a brief stop in Phoenix, then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/4872918217395949065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=4872918217395949065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/4872918217395949065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/4872918217395949065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2010/03/headed-to-oc.html' title='Headed to the OC'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/S41pxZaRg_I/AAAAAAAACXc/y5ufAhqLq4s/s72-c/enscarpment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-8034434564024492025</id><published>2010-02-26T09:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T09:46:27.698-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is Lubbock, Texas?</title><summary type='text'>Living in a town of just over 200,000 people out in the middle of the Llano Estacado, I'm often reminded of how far away Lubbock, Texas is from other places, and yet how close it is to other places.

Lubbock is at an elevation of 3,256 feet above sea level. That can be hard to believe considering it's flatter than a pancake on top of the Caprock, but we are also just a few hundred miles east of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/8034434564024492025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=8034434564024492025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/8034434564024492025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/8034434564024492025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2010/02/where-is-lubbock-texas.html' title='Where is Lubbock, Texas?'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/S4flENqbp9I/AAAAAAAACW8/chLGQk6wQZs/s72-c/Lubbock_circled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-8017595774047309297</id><published>2010-02-17T14:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T14:39:35.132-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Visitors</title><summary type='text'>Some visitors from the east made their way to Lubbock despite the curve balls Mother Nature kept throwing in their way.
Nearly a foot of snow in Dallas prevented my mom and dad from getting here on Thursday, as it was originally planned. But, thanks to good customer service from Southwest Airlines, they arrived safely on Friday.
The weather wasn't the only curve ball thrown during their visit. We</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/8017595774047309297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=8017595774047309297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/8017595774047309297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/8017595774047309297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2010/02/visitors.html' title='Visitors'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/S3xNTMx8BuI/AAAAAAAACU0/7glRvZd8W54/s72-c/2010_2_14MomDadRotan+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-1844049938431572606</id><published>2010-02-08T11:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T11:01:51.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Deer Tracks</title><summary type='text'>
On the Double Mountain Fork of the Brazos River, wildlife tracks are everywhere.


Feral hogs are about to take over. There are deer with bigger bodies than the cattle that graze the winter wheat pastures. Coyotes, a few bobcats, and turkeys also roam the rough country that has been invaded by the water-sucking salt cedar tree.

I saw a mule deer for the first time in person, and it was so big I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/1844049938431572606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=1844049938431572606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/1844049938431572606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/1844049938431572606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2010/02/deer-tracks.html' title='Deer Tracks'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/S3A-ICpudHI/AAAAAAAACUk/Uwub-3Fxi1E/s72-c/IMG_3517.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-8965058666911677929</id><published>2010-01-28T11:45:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T14:52:15.182-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain. freezing Rain. Sleet. Snow.</title><summary type='text'>  (Frozen flag)The rain started falling very early this morning. Byron had to catch a flight at 6:50am, so we were up plenty early. Surprisingly, his flight wasn't even delayed. It would, however, be the last flight out of Lubbock's Preston Smith International Airport. All flights have been cancelled for the day.By the time I went to work at 7:45am, it as still raining very hard. In true Lubbock </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/8965058666911677929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=8965058666911677929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/8965058666911677929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/8965058666911677929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2010/01/rain-freezing-rain-sleet-snow.html' title='Rain. freezing Rain. Sleet. Snow.'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/S2Hyxj4ECmI/AAAAAAAACTc/6hZq_xzov5c/s72-c/2010_1_28SnowIce+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-1348134707912090820</id><published>2010-01-28T09:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T09:37:40.317-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thunder, Lightning and Ice</title><summary type='text'>The big winter storm has arrived in West Texas. It has been raining cats and dogs here in Lubbock all morning as the temperature continues to sink.The roads are covered in water and the wind is howling with the occasional rumble of thunder. Most points north of Lubbock (Happy, Tulia, Plainview, Amarillo) are icy or getting snow. Ice is forming on trees, tumbleweeds and overpasses in the LBK. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/1348134707912090820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=1348134707912090820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/1348134707912090820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/1348134707912090820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2010/01/thunder-lightning-and-ice.html' title='Thunder, Lightning and Ice'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-4918179604541230848</id><published>2010-01-27T08:43:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T09:03:22.834-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanut Butter for Haiti</title><summary type='text'>The Texas Peanut Producers Board is in the news again. The peanut industry came together following the earthquake in Haiti to raise money to purchase peanut butter to send to those in need.So far, $94,000 has been raised and 170,000 pounds of peanut butter has been shipped to Haiti - that's nearly 2.5 million servings of yummy, high protein, high energy peanut butter.  This morning's Lubbock </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/4918179604541230848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=4918179604541230848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/4918179604541230848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/4918179604541230848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2010/01/peanut-butter-for-haiti.html' title='Peanut Butter for Haiti'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/S2BTVp974-I/AAAAAAAACSE/x4rNyGiHC6o/s72-c/HaitiPB_ship.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-7201719795620964325</id><published>2010-01-19T08:52:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T09:31:16.417-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking with Lindsay</title><summary type='text'> &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0               false   false   false      EN-US   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                     MicrosoftInternetExplorer4                                                   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/7201719795620964325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=7201719795620964325' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/7201719795620964325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/7201719795620964325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2010/01/cooking-with-lindsay.html' title='Cooking with Lindsay'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/S1XISTtkwyI/AAAAAAAACRs/5mckN05adOc/s72-c/2010_1_18ItalianSoup+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-8621439487781436278</id><published>2010-01-08T08:26:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T10:21:26.284-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Character - The Real McCoy</title><summary type='text'>I deal with a weekend illness every weekend during the fall and winter months. It's an illness that takes me to great highs and lows. It causes me to jump out of my chair, fall to me knees, and yell at the top of my lungs.My illness is college football.Last night after watching the BCS National Championship, I was saddened because 1) The college football season is now officially over until late </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/8621439487781436278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=8621439487781436278' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/8621439487781436278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/8621439487781436278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2010/01/character-real-mccoy.html' title='Character - The Real McCoy'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/S0dUIW1DdeI/AAAAAAAACRE/Dw2q82LifJ8/s72-c/Copy+of+2009_06_03+021_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-427082459845770554</id><published>2010-01-06T15:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T15:31:32.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brrrrr!</title><summary type='text'>I'm a big nerd and I like to write about the weather. It's interesting. It changes so quickly out here, and always gives us something to talk about.Right now, it's beautiful outside - springtime conditions. 65 degrees. Sunny. Light wind. Gorgeous.Also at this time, there is a *special weather statement* on Weather.com that says by 3am tonight, temperatures will be in the teens. Wind chills. Frost</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/427082459845770554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=427082459845770554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/427082459845770554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/427082459845770554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2010/01/brrrrr.html' title='Brrrrr!'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-3630517271275698870</id><published>2009-12-30T09:33:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T10:31:16.351-06:00</updated><title type='text'>White Christmas in the Ozarks</title><summary type='text'>Once in a blue moon we get a white Christmas. A winter storm dumped snow on our house in Lubbock and all the way to Arkansas, which is where we spent Christmas.Byron got his first taste of sledding on the West Farm on Christmas day. The snow was a very powdery, dry snow, and the windchill on Christmas day was in the teens. But, we went sledding anyway.Riley, Megan and Karen joined us outdoors in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/3630517271275698870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=3630517271275698870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/3630517271275698870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/3630517271275698870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/12/white-christmas-in-ozarks.html' title='White Christmas in the Ozarks'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/Szty_XWC4nI/AAAAAAAACOk/mjj9UvMQ7F4/s72-c/2009_12_25Christmas_Snow006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-5874625929485475190</id><published>2009-12-21T14:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T14:47:35.519-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Duds</title><summary type='text'>This will be the first Christmas that Byron and I can claim to be full-fledged, married adults. Before this year, we got away with never buying Christmas trees, ornaments, or our own stockings in our single lives.So, this year it was time to bring out the Christmas duds. Thanks to a couple leftover Pottery Barn gift cards from the wedding, and a nice holiday sale at Hobby Lobby, our home took on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/5874625929485475190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=5874625929485475190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/5874625929485475190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/5874625929485475190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-duds.html' title='Christmas Duds'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/Sy_bSGLfihI/AAAAAAAACOc/MZtzfGDesEs/s72-c/2009_12_20Kennedy_Christmas008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-5122011835869426144</id><published>2009-12-09T10:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T10:11:38.677-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Christmas Commercials from the 80s</title><summary type='text'>As I mentioned in the last post, Christmas commercials from the 80s hold a special place in my heart. I was a kid in the 80s and that's when the most magical of my holiday memories were made. I know most of you also saw these commercials during the 80s.Folgers CoffeeNabisco Oreo Christmas Commercial - "O, o, o, whose that man with the Oreo cookie..."7 Up Christmas Commercial One of my favorites!M</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/5122011835869426144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=5122011835869426144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/5122011835869426144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/5122011835869426144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/12/more-christmas-commercials-from-80s.html' title='More Christmas Commercials from the 80s'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-5963172765690729647</id><published>2009-12-09T10:13:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T10:38:18.278-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That Spirit of Christmas</title><summary type='text'>When I think of Christmas time, I think of a VHS tape my parents recorded when Natalie and I were five years old. It started out with the old "Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer" (1964), followed by "A Garfield Christmas" and concluded with "Claymation Christmas" - all were broadcast on CBS, of course.Not only were these the best three animated Christmas specials on TV at the time (or perhaps ever), </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/5963172765690729647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=5963172765690729647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/5963172765690729647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/5963172765690729647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/12/that-spirit-of-christmas.html' title='That Spirit of Christmas'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-8764520671712930390</id><published>2009-12-08T14:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T15:18:50.692-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme Weather</title><summary type='text'>I've lived in three states (AR, TX, KS) and each state always claims the phrase, "If you don't like the weather in (insert state here), just wait 15 minutes." Granted, that has proven to be true in those three states, but I've never seen it more prevalent, more extreme and more accurate than in West Texas.  This morning I awoke at 6:00am to a phone call telling me a meeting I was going to attend </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/8764520671712930390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=8764520671712930390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/8764520671712930390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/8764520671712930390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/12/extreme-weather.html' title='Extreme Weather'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/Sx7BSXhlEhI/AAAAAAAACNc/Ai8xMowhm3Q/s72-c/IMG_5087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-2256933145478825426</id><published>2009-12-07T11:40:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T13:39:02.138-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LED Lights and Nephews</title><summary type='text'>We branched out this Christmas season and ditched the old energy-sucking lights for the new, fancy LED lights. Actually, we went out and bought eight strands of the old C-9 lights from Wal-Mart, only to discover that you can't plug in more than two strands at a time.Ridiculous.You can plug in 110 strands of LED lights together. I'll have to report later on this subject after we receive our first </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/2256933145478825426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=2256933145478825426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/2256933145478825426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/2256933145478825426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/12/led-lights-and-nephews.html' title='LED Lights and Nephews'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/Sx1AjesvYZI/AAAAAAAACMk/ucgN20g8c9o/s72-c/IMG_5070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-7123620178895013700</id><published>2009-12-04T11:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T11:34:11.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In the spirit of Christmas</title><summary type='text'>It's that time of year again, and I've already had my first viewing of National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation for the year. There will be more, trust me.So, in the spirit of the Christmas season, I'd like to post one of my favorite scenes from the movie. We got a little snow out here in West Texas this week, but nothing to sled on...and there aren't any hills, so that's a problem.If you have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/7123620178895013700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=7123620178895013700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/7123620178895013700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/7123620178895013700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-spirit-of-christmas.html' title='In the spirit of Christmas'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-4404914263341766735</id><published>2009-12-01T08:46:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T09:04:29.795-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Amarillo</title><summary type='text'>I am in Amarillo all week for the third year in a row. This is the week of the Amarillo Farm &amp; Ranch Show, the Texas Corn Producers Board meeting, Texas Peanut Producers Board meeting, and the Texas Commodity Symposium that the Texas corn, peanuts, wheat, sorghum and cotton organizations host each year.It never fails that each year we come up here for this crazy week of events - it gets extremely</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/4404914263341766735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=4404914263341766735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/4404914263341766735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/4404914263341766735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/12/amarillo.html' title='Amarillo'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SxUs9hLPfLI/AAAAAAAACLk/9t6-nyv2S70/s72-c/amarillo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-1296237274325720655</id><published>2009-11-17T09:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T10:13:42.195-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Peanuts Makes Peanut Butter Donation</title><summary type='text'>I had an awesome opportunity fall in my lap a few weeks ago. I got a call from an investigative reporter from San Antonio's WOAI NBC affiliate who was looking to do something special. The San Antonio Food Bank, like most food banks, was seriously low on their most demanded item - peanut butter.WOAI's show Trouble Shooters was looking to partner up with the Texas Peanut Producers Board, HEB </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/1296237274325720655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=1296237274325720655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/1296237274325720655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/1296237274325720655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/11/texas-peanuts-makes-peanut-butter.html' title='Texas Peanuts Makes Peanut Butter Donation'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SwLLbgVwQNI/AAAAAAAACLc/8xHfozvyD58/s72-c/SanAntonioPeanutButterDonation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-8434159433035943786</id><published>2009-11-04T15:15:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T16:20:09.029-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tunes Worth Listening To</title><summary type='text'>I'm certainly not a dignified music critic, but I do like good tunes. My hubby has quite an ear for new and old, and likely unheard music, and he's really broadened my listening range.Therefore, I thought I'd share a few artists and songs you should check out on iTunes. If you already listen to these people, good for you.1. James McMurtry - This guy is totally cool. Not only is he the son of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/8434159433035943786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=8434159433035943786' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/8434159433035943786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/8434159433035943786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/11/tunes-worth-listening-to.html' title='Tunes Worth Listening To'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SvHxijyBO3I/AAAAAAAACK8/YCVeatSGpYs/s72-c/jamesmcmurtry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-7140785795297363158</id><published>2009-10-30T15:29:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T16:12:48.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Foliage in the Ozarks</title><summary type='text'> This past weekend we spent some time in the Arkansas Ozark Mountains and were able to see the fall foliage in its prime.Our good friend, Carolyn Arnold, so graciously shared her lake home with us in Diamond City, Ark., on Bull Shoals Lake. The combination of the foliage with the autumn sky made for one amazing sunrise.Further west in my hometown of Prairie Grove, Ark., the leaves where painting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/7140785795297363158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=7140785795297363158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/7140785795297363158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/7140785795297363158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-foliage-in-ozarks.html' title='Fall Foliage in the Ozarks'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SutPusaOe5I/AAAAAAAACKM/qdYjP23NHcQ/s72-c/lake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-1960108828388523855</id><published>2009-10-29T14:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T14:31:35.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tate</title><summary type='text'>One of the many wonderful things that have accompanied getting married include getting nephews.I mentioned before how much our nephew Tate resembles Byron in behavior. Obviously, I didn't know Byron as a kiddo, but I think this is about as close as I can get.This kid is crazy about sports. He loves all of them.Tuesday was Tate's fourth birthday, so we took him a Razorback football jersey to add </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/1960108828388523855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=1960108828388523855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/1960108828388523855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/1960108828388523855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/10/tate.html' title='Tate'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SunrvFCG4jI/AAAAAAAACI0/XGsl-zzDMGM/s72-c/IMG_4773.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-1892801759370360818</id><published>2009-10-19T10:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T11:03:44.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beneath the Lights of Texas</title><summary type='text'>The weather this fall has been beautiful. While I would prefer slightly more jacket-conducive temperatures, I can't argue with the all-around pleasantness of this month's weather (despite the normal extremes that seem to happen out here, i.e. 39 degree days followed immediately by 93 degree days). The fall sky in West Texas is a sight to behold. The mix of deep blues and purples with orange, red </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/1892801759370360818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=1892801759370360818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/1892801759370360818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/1892801759370360818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/10/beneath-lights-of-texas.html' title='Beneath the Lights of Texas'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/StyL7dtErfI/AAAAAAAACHE/5dZ-KzWwXQ0/s72-c/IMG_3425.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-252638230877920709</id><published>2009-10-09T11:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T11:47:54.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Carving</title><summary type='text'>In the spirit of the fall season, we hosted the Second Annual Wine Not Pumpkin Carving. A cold front moved through right as we were beginning, and the temperature went from 83 to 58 in a short amount of time.Regardless, it was a nice, chilly fall night, perfect for pumpkin carving.Mary Jane and Nathan brought a battery powered pumpkin carver. They were well-prepared.This is Byron's pumpkin. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/252638230877920709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=252638230877920709' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/252638230877920709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/252638230877920709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/10/pumpkin-carving.html' title='Pumpkin Carving'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/Ss9mCO0fR-I/AAAAAAAACGs/CGj3GDa0CaQ/s72-c/IMG_4440.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-5768236477959373239</id><published>2009-09-29T16:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T16:46:09.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Photographer's Blog</title><summary type='text'>As I've mentioned before, our wedding photographer Cristy Cross had some super cool ideas. Her photo booth setup was a BIG hit at the ol' weddin'. It's  an awesome way to remember who was there. Check out her blog posting on our photobooth. You'll probably see someone you know.It was loads of fun!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/5768236477959373239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=5768236477959373239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/5768236477959373239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/5768236477959373239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/09/wedding-photographers-blog.html' title='Wedding Photographer&apos;s Blog'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-6560396769921182470</id><published>2009-09-15T09:45:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:30:13.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sport Fishing</title><summary type='text'>Mid-way through our stay in Costa Rica, we charted a sport fishing boat that took us way out into the Pacific in search of sailfish, dorado, tuna or perhaps the coveted marlin. We got to the dock in Quepos at around 7:00am that morning. We had to buy Costa Rican fishing licenses to make it legal (approx. $25/each), then we met up with the boat captain. The Quepos dock was in the process of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/6560396769921182470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=6560396769921182470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/6560396769921182470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/6560396769921182470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/09/sport-fishing.html' title='Sport Fishing'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/Sq-rj4DaUmI/AAAAAAAACFU/V2cGuLdPq9A/s72-c/2009_08Honeymoon+202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-6252326383849965335</id><published>2009-09-14T08:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T09:17:59.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Time: Cristy Cross</title><summary type='text'>We hired wedding photographer, Cristy Cross, from Clovis, New Mexico to be, well, our wedding photographer.I was first introduced to her work through one of Byron's friends who had Cristy photograph her wedding last July here in Lubbock. She has a great blog and is an all-around fun, Christian gal with lots of creativity.Cristy has posted the digital negatives from our wedding to her Web site. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/6252326383849965335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=6252326383849965335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/6252326383849965335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/6252326383849965335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/09/picture-time-cristy-cross.html' title='Picture Time: Cristy Cross'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-2711456078908403886</id><published>2009-09-08T09:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T09:25:03.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dove Hunting</title><summary type='text'>I'm taking a break from honeymoon pictures today to post a few photographs from this weekend's dove hunting in Rotan. The birds weren't flying as much this year, but the weather was gorgeous.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/2711456078908403886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=2711456078908403886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/2711456078908403886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/2711456078908403886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/09/dove-hunting.html' title='Dove Hunting'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SqZoNuh-kLI/AAAAAAAACCA/VszGn_RjO8A/s72-c/2009_09_06LaborDayWeekend+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-3307448826631299561</id><published>2009-09-07T20:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T20:48:44.622-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Canopy Tour, continued</title><summary type='text'>Here's a better look at what the Costa Rican canopy tour was like. Keep in mind that most of these shots were taken from at least 90 feet or more above the rain forest floor.I need to give a shout out to the Deal family who gave us the super cool (and tiny!) Flip HD camera that allowed us to capture our trip in a really cool way. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/3307448826631299561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=3307448826631299561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/3307448826631299561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/3307448826631299561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/09/canopy-tour-continued.html' title='Canopy Tour, continued'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-8561190555012804023</id><published>2009-09-03T10:05:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T10:38:08.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Zip Lining Through the Rain Forest</title><summary type='text'>On the first full day of our time in Costa Rica we decided to jump right in and go on a "canopy tour."  Canopy tours are basically giant zip lining excursions through the dense rain forest. You put on a harness and they attach you to a cable that is strung over 90 feet above the floor of the jungle.You "zip" from platform to platform, which are wobbly wood slats attached high up in the trees that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/8561190555012804023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=8561190555012804023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/8561190555012804023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/8561190555012804023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/09/zip-lining-through-rain-forest.html' title='Zip Lining Through the Rain Forest'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/Sp_hi8xuU7I/AAAAAAAACBg/hGFaW205Mio/s72-c/2009_08Honeymoon+094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-603587794404368870</id><published>2009-08-31T11:39:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T13:23:54.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting There</title><summary type='text'>There's really no possible way pictures can accurately portray the beauty of Costa Rica. It's a country of dramatic landscapes, super nice people and AMAZING scenery. A three hour plane ride from Houston landed us in the capital city of San Jose, located in the center part of the country. We arrived about 1pm (MST) and waited on our next regional flight to Quepos on the Central Pacific coast of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/603587794404368870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=603587794404368870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/603587794404368870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/603587794404368870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/08/getting-there.html' title='Getting There'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/Sp1h_1r3FAI/AAAAAAAAB_I/mboL_6kGj8Q/s72-c/costaricaMap.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-7506911627606138657</id><published>2009-08-31T10:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T10:56:42.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Square One</title><summary type='text'>It's Monday again. It comes every week as expected. But this Monday feels a little different.Our plane landed in Lubbock last night at 10:30pm, bringing Byron and I back from a week in Costa Rica. We were both a little wobbly-legged walking up the jet way into the Lubbock terminal after a day of going through customs, airport security and all of the things that accompany post-trip traveling.I've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/7506911627606138657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=7506911627606138657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/7506911627606138657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/7506911627606138657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/08/square-one.html' title='Square One'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SpvxkpbzB8I/AAAAAAAAB9o/uJtAGkDNsgA/s72-c/2009_08Honeymoon+077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-6660540321276693832</id><published>2009-08-18T14:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T09:03:54.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Cream Trucks and Villains</title><summary type='text'>All summer long, something has been following me.  At least once a day, I can hear it in the distance as it moves closer.Usually, I turn the corner and I see it driving by, lurking by me like a stealth assassin with a carnival horn.I have a stalker on wheels.It's the ice cream truck. Now, most of you will say, "You do realize there are more than just one ice cream truck, right?"  My answer is yes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/6660540321276693832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=6660540321276693832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/6660540321276693832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/6660540321276693832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/08/ice-cream-trucks-and-villians.html' title='Ice Cream Trucks and Villains'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SosEefqGcUI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/X1htMbj_yDU/s72-c/PIC-0033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-4762717668638327635</id><published>2009-08-17T14:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T14:50:05.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Byron: The Early Years</title><summary type='text'>I couldn't resist sharing these...How excited do these kids look?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/4762717668638327635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=4762717668638327635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/4762717668638327635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/4762717668638327635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/08/byron-early-years.html' title='Byron: The Early Years'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/Somzgm1IUMI/AAAAAAAAB8g/sKC0ZWrTk5U/s72-c/10Byron.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-3935224724833755029</id><published>2009-08-12T21:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:54:04.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More from Yesteryear</title><summary type='text'>I rarely go anywhere without a camera. I feel weird without one - like I'll miss out on preserving some moment in time.I appreciate the fact that my mom had a camera with her frequently while we were growing up. The clothes, the hair and the toys of the 80s were totally rad. It would have been a shame to have not captured these elements in their glory.Apparently, it was OK for Natalie and I to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/3935224724833755029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=3935224724833755029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/3935224724833755029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/3935224724833755029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-from-yesteryear.html' title='More from Yesteryear'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SoN-dDcNWDI/AAAAAAAAB8A/C2E1yTzFjps/s72-c/IMG_0023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-1421242635166247657</id><published>2009-08-11T16:32:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T10:15:22.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Party at the Pond</title><summary type='text'>The pre-wedding party my parent's hosted on our farm in Arkansas last weekend was above and beyond anything I could have dreamed up.   Mom and Dad, along with Natalie and her husband Colt, spent days and hours planning, building a pavilion, decorating, mowing, weed-eating around fence posts, and constructing a dock for the pond. The pond (or, the "tank" as West Texans call it) has always been a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/1421242635166247657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=1421242635166247657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/1421242635166247657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/1421242635166247657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/08/party-at-pond.html' title='Party at the Pond'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SoHjz9seDdI/AAAAAAAAB5I/l2sO3EnmupY/s72-c/IMG_4053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-22700360314005996</id><published>2009-08-10T15:47:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T16:10:40.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage 80s and 90s</title><summary type='text'>We are putting together a slide show for the wedding and I came across some rather hilarious photographs from my childhood.    The 80s and 90s were great decades to grow up in, because apparently really awful hair was totally acceptable. Plus, I was not at an age I could be held accountable for my hair style, so that makes it even better. On that note, I'd like to wish my soon to be hubby happy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/22700360314005996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=22700360314005996' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/22700360314005996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/22700360314005996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/08/vintage-80s-and-90s.html' title='Vintage 80s and 90s'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SoCMty8FvFI/AAAAAAAAB4I/eGpUOwxutcg/s72-c/sc0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-2205833815349118898</id><published>2009-07-18T23:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T15:16:55.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Electrical</title><summary type='text'>Electricity was the theme of Saturday evening. In an attempt to install a new electric outlet face plate, I managed to cause a mini electrical explosion in our house.  Once we knew for sure the house wasn't going to burn down, we headed out to dinner. After filling ourselves with sour cream chicken enchiladas, we walked outside to find an awesome display of Mother Nature.  The skies were hot.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/2205833815349118898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=2205833815349118898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/2205833815349118898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/2205833815349118898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-electrical.html' title='So Electrical'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SmKd5YxJAbI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/vDVTXIikwRw/s72-c/lightning1_west.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-8711661249639571829</id><published>2009-07-15T10:18:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T10:59:59.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Thanks</title><summary type='text'>We have been extremely blessed by the kindness of friends and family over the past couple of months who have hosted some amazing pre-wedding events.You guys have no idea how grateful we are and how special these events have been for us.I wanted to post a few pictures from showers and parties and to once again thank everyone who has played a part in all of this. We are truly humbled and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/8711661249639571829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=8711661249639571829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/8711661249639571829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/8711661249639571829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/07/many-thanks.html' title='Many Thanks'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/Sl319czfF6I/AAAAAAAABx4/_slKsrajvH8/s72-c/IMG_3320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-2825614531439914847</id><published>2009-07-06T10:04:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T11:10:14.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All-American Weekend</title><summary type='text'>This past weekend I got to experience the much anticipated annual Rotan Fourth of July softball tournament. As long as I've been intertwined with the Rotan clan, I've heard much build up about this event. The tournament started many moons ago as a church softball tournament.The rules have changed every year. As it grew, it went from Rotanians only, to Rotanians and their family, to at least one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/2825614531439914847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=2825614531439914847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/2825614531439914847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/2825614531439914847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-american-weekend.html' title='All-American Weekend'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SlIUEr_cQjI/AAAAAAAABuA/7daSXA7a5hA/s72-c/IMG_2615.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-7239422314605549960</id><published>2009-06-29T11:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T13:20:40.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funniest Kid Award</title><summary type='text'>I don't really think I need to do much commentary on this one.This is Tate. Tate belongs to Byron's oldest sister, Katie and her husband Roy, who live in Houston.These pictures and videos are from last night's weekly "Pops in the Park" ... (or it's called something like that). Every Sunday night, a brass band plays at a park near campus.Byron has said before that you can't teach personality. If </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/7239422314605549960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=7239422314605549960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/7239422314605549960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/7239422314605549960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/06/funniest-kid-award.html' title='Funniest Kid Award'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SkjuBmGl0DI/AAAAAAAABtQ/_e9pSe0hg34/s72-c/IMG_2599.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-954383567380752007</id><published>2009-06-19T08:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T09:01:11.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirt Wave</title><summary type='text'>Perhaps the wildest thing about living in West Texas is the occasional occurrence of this red wall of dust.A storm blew in last night and in front of it was a giant wave of red dirt. I got the camera out just before the red wave flooded over the neighborhood. Right before my eyelids filled with dirt, the air got cold and the wind picked up about 40 mph. To see the sky overtaken by the dust is not</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/954383567380752007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=954383567380752007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/954383567380752007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/954383567380752007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/06/dirt-wave.html' title='Dirt Wave'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SjuXZ1BNk7I/AAAAAAAABsE/FHkLdDcufKo/s72-c/2009_06_18DustStorm+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-6082267157443220863</id><published>2009-06-10T08:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T08:54:55.885-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Food Inc." is Garbage</title><summary type='text'>There is absolutely no accountability any more in the American media. We've seen the journalistic pendulum swing from the sensationalistic writing of the 1920s to the misleading reporting of today. Anyone with a video camera and enough money to produce a film can create a "documentary" about one of their soapboxes - regardless if it has all of the facts straight. That's exactly what the makers </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/6082267157443220863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=6082267157443220863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/6082267157443220863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/6082267157443220863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/06/food-inc-is-garbage.html' title='&quot;Food Inc.&quot; is Garbage'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-4008969736683511844</id><published>2009-06-02T13:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:27:18.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Round 2</title><summary type='text'>Between cattle working and snake killing this weekend in Rotan, we stopped by Brooke's Cafe to snap Round 2 of our engagement pictures.Norvelle brought his trusty camera and we tried to pretend we were good at being photographed while people in the cafe looked at us funny.Luckily, we hit the time between the Saturday lunch hour rush and when the cowboys were coming in off the range.I had pictured</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/4008969736683511844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=4008969736683511844' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/4008969736683511844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/4008969736683511844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/06/round-2.html' title='Round 2'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SiVrJpcTntI/AAAAAAAABqk/DItwDSpZZ2g/s72-c/Best2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-78216869624925793</id><published>2009-06-01T10:17:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:22:04.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden Surprises</title><summary type='text'>Have I ever mentioned that I hate snakes?  I hate them. I hate them with a passion. It's very fitting that the serpent is the symbolic representation of Satan.  Byron said it best when he said they evoke a primal fear inside of you.  If primal fear involves your body's entire muscle and excretory systems shutting down, then yes, I'd say that's very accurate.  We built fence this weekend in Rotan.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/78216869624925793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=78216869624925793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/78216869624925793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/78216869624925793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/06/hidden-surprises.html' title='Hidden Surprises'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SiPxVjtGZ1I/AAAAAAAABqU/BYtDQKtm18I/s72-c/2009_05_30Rotan+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-3287184062810219158</id><published>2009-06-01T08:49:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T09:30:43.598-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cow Punching</title><summary type='text'>It's been too long since I last got up early to work cows. I had forgotten how much I enjoyed it. It's one of those rewarding, "got up early to work outside" kind of feelings that is always a great start to any day.Saturday morning, we loaded up Byron and Norvelle's calf crop for the year and took them into town for some shots and castratin' - we had fun, but I don't think it was a red letter day</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/3287184062810219158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=3287184062810219158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/3287184062810219158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/3287184062810219158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/06/cow-punching.html' title='Cow Punching'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SiPeG4Ddn9I/AAAAAAAABnU/qLbdxoOHJOs/s72-c/2009_05_30Rotan+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-4309320804908018444</id><published>2009-05-27T09:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T10:11:19.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Storm Chasers</title><summary type='text'>Most of you who know me know that I went through a rather intense phase in my life where I knew I was destined to chase storms for a living.Although that dream didn't quite play out exactly how I imagined it when I was a young teenager, I do somewhat get to live out that dream by merely living in West Texas.The weather can get buck wild out here.By 5 pm last night, storms were blowing up all over</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/4309320804908018444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=4309320804908018444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/4309320804908018444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/4309320804908018444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/05/storm-chasers.html' title='Storm Chasers'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/Sh1NYPLtgSI/AAAAAAAABmE/i5JAGx-Tjpg/s72-c/2009_05_26StormChasing+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-1012815255394882593</id><published>2009-05-26T15:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:09:09.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Day Weekend</title><summary type='text'>Three day weekends usually mean an opportunity to squeeze in a quick trip to the Natural State. Memorial Day weekend was no exception.It also proved to be a time to squeeze in a lingerie shower.The concept of lingerie showers has always been interesting to me. I've been to some that made me extremely nervous, and I've been to some that were tastefully done.This was one was tastefully done.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/1012815255394882593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=1012815255394882593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/1012815255394882593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/1012815255394882593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/05/three-day-weekend.html' title='Three Day Weekend'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/ShxZV5DtQZI/AAAAAAAABlc/iCTMoxewPFI/s72-c/2009_05_23MemorialDay_Arkansas+111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-8560339302906882356</id><published>2009-05-19T14:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T14:11:11.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports Hazards</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes you just get hit in the face. It's bound to happen at some point in our lives.Just ask Brett Jackson. He recently got hit in the face.Brett coaches a Little League baseball team, because he's a class act citizen and all-around sports fan.I'm not sure how he feels toward 12-year-olds now. Last week during pre-game warm-ups, his pitcher got a little wild and pelted him in the face as he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/8560339302906882356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=8560339302906882356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/8560339302906882356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/8560339302906882356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/05/sports-hazards.html' title='Sports Hazards'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/ShMC5F5vo2I/AAAAAAAABjc/PqK7Lmfq0iQ/s72-c/IMG_2761_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-7085630972534884879</id><published>2009-05-13T08:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:08:41.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goober Punchlines</title><summary type='text'>It makes me laugh that just about every time peanuts make the news, reporters can not resist the allure of nutty punchlines.I was in Brownfield, Texas all day yesterday getting some video and still shots of peanut planting. Delwin Marrow, a peanut farmer in Brownfield, let me hang around his fields all morning. He's a great guy and is very passionate about his duty as a peanut farmer. It was a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/7085630972534884879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=7085630972534884879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/7085630972534884879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/7085630972534884879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/05/goober-punchlines.html' title='Goober Punchlines'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SgrThNoYZgI/AAAAAAAABjM/gE1uFP6UPUo/s72-c/2009_05_12PeanutPlanting+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-8363107797921506222</id><published>2009-05-11T15:25:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T16:15:04.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nephews...almost, and turtles.</title><summary type='text'>In August, I will gain a new title that I'm quite proud of - "aunt".I'll be proud of the other new title I gain, too.  These two little dudes are something else.  Thanks to Byron's older sister, and now younger sister, I will eagerly answer to their children as "Aunt Winsey".Tate is the oldest of the two little dudos. He's three.("Dudo" is his name for other people. Before I came along he called </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/8363107797921506222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=8363107797921506222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/8363107797921506222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/8363107797921506222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/05/nephewsalmost-and-turtles.html' title='Nephews...almost, and turtles.'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SgiM3wRrBRI/AAAAAAAABik/6-JLHIFxv4M/s72-c/tucker4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-5205818636263901802</id><published>2009-05-05T11:50:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:18:09.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Day</title><summary type='text'> A couple of Saturdays ago, I moved into our new house. This house makes my fourth Lubbock address, and my favorite so far. The house we bought was built during the Golden Years - 1955. The previous owner completely remodeled the inside and put down this lovely saltillo tile throughout the entire house.  No carpet here folks. We plan on painting a few rooms. And of course, no move would be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/5205818636263901802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=5205818636263901802' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/5205818636263901802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/5205818636263901802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/05/moving-day.html' title='Moving Day'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SgBvUtT6PQI/AAAAAAAABf0/ZV0QQpbz_0c/s72-c/2009_04_26Moving+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-1242991211905966539</id><published>2009-04-24T12:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T12:52:26.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Brass Van Thing</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes you see weird stuff in Lubbock.    Sometimes you see things like this...   A van with hundreds of brass objects attached to it.   This was on the street that Byron's parents live on in Lubbock.A few weeks ago on this very street, we saw a guy riding a 10 foot bicycle and we nearly ran over him because his reflectors were so high off the ground. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/1242991211905966539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=1242991211905966539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/1242991211905966539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/1242991211905966539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/04/weird-brass-van-thing.html' title='Weird Brass Van Thing'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SfH7pTFiUpI/AAAAAAAABfs/kvr34OUYhJo/s72-c/IMG_2415.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-8476387168759817270</id><published>2009-04-23T10:49:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T13:57:04.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For sale by owner</title><summary type='text'>FSBO: Cute 3 bedroom/2 bath home conveniently located in the heart of Prairie Grove’s historical housing district and just blocks from Prairie Grove Schools. 1,383 sq. ft. New paint throughout entire home. Spacious living, dining and kitchen areas. Large master bedroom has new carpet. Guest bedrooms each have large walk-in closets. Back porch and backyard make a great place for cook-outs and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/8476387168759817270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=8476387168759817270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/8476387168759817270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/8476387168759817270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-sale-by-owner.html' title='For sale by owner'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SfCUjAgsbRI/AAAAAAAABfE/onkSpEUYywQ/s72-c/032208easterPG001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-8218613170080202793</id><published>2009-04-21T09:51:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T10:35:29.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One hundred</title><summary type='text'>This is my 100th blog post.Upon realizing this was my 100th blog post, I begin to wonder how I could have 100 things that I thought worthy of sharing publicly. Then I wondered why people would want to read 100 things that really never had a point to begin with other than to ramble, waste time and carry on about nothing.  However, I do have one thing to talk about then I want to do something in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/8218613170080202793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=8218613170080202793' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/8218613170080202793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/8218613170080202793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-hundred.html' title='One hundred'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/Se3dxU4sf8I/AAAAAAAABcM/T8IKnLufPZk/s72-c/2009_04_18LegacyMinistries+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-562467101008394296</id><published>2009-04-20T08:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T09:05:09.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wildflowers</title><summary type='text'> On the drive back from Salado yesterday, we made a couple stops to photograph the wildflowers that make the Texas Hill Country so beautiful this time of year. This was the first time I'd seen the famous bluebonnets - the state flower of Texas.Bluebonnets and several other types of wildflowers just spring up alongside the road. This is an Indian paint brush. I don't know what this flower is, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/562467101008394296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=562467101008394296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/562467101008394296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/562467101008394296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/04/wildflowers.html' title='Wildflowers'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/Sex_D-D95wI/AAAAAAAABb8/CUh6FYaUO34/s72-c/2009_04_19Wildflowers+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-7727613746722730746</id><published>2009-04-17T11:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:28:13.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hail</title><summary type='text'>Check out this link on Weather.com.It's always great to see the town you live in all over the Weather Channel.A mixture of rain and hail created quite the situation in L-Town.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/7727613746722730746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=7727613746722730746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/7727613746722730746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/7727613746722730746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/04/hail.html' title='Hail'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-83305147529467217</id><published>2009-04-16T22:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:38:28.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More gore, the road &amp; thunder boomers</title><summary type='text'>No, I'm not advocating Al Gore in this post. I'm really just warning you for more gruesome images of softball injuries.This time, it's not me. In fact, I wasn't even there when it happened. No, I was at my apartment when Byron came in after a softball game. He had mentioned on the phone that, "he had got kinda banged up" in the night's game.He made my little knee scrapes look like, well, little </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/83305147529467217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=83305147529467217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/83305147529467217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/83305147529467217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-gore-road-thunder-boomers.html' title='More gore, the road &amp;amp; thunder boomers'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/Sefxbo1W9mI/AAAAAAAABas/fFWkdEPI2hM/s72-c/IMG_2402.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-6069314155754448316</id><published>2009-04-14T09:30:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T10:47:22.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Different people have different things that amuse them.  This particular group of women is amused by dressing up in second hand clothes from a clothing ministry, getting in character, and holding an event called Easter Tea.Last year was the first Easter Tea. I thought they were all crazy, but I was home for Easter, so I too wore an old, ridiculous looking dress.A few weeks prior to the Tea, they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/6069314155754448316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=6069314155754448316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/6069314155754448316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/6069314155754448316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/04/different-people-have-different-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SeSeRZC8HAI/AAAAAAAABXM/FlDzrGqNqyk/s72-c/2009_04_10EasterTea+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-8834902301223425424</id><published>2009-04-13T16:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T16:44:43.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Ball</title><summary type='text'>Last week in St. Louis, NCGA treated the state staff to a Cardinal's baseball game just like they did last year.Last year's game was my first time to attend a professional sporting event (other than rodeo), and this year was my second time. Busch Stadium is an impressive venue. It has that old baseball feel to it, despite the fact that it's only a few years old. The red brick and the nostalgia </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/8834902301223425424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=8834902301223425424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/8834902301223425424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/8834902301223425424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/04/hard-ball.html' title='Hard Ball'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SeOu08oSdLI/AAAAAAAABVs/5d0WzGYEVD4/s72-c/2009_04_08StLouis+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-4022279458860942393</id><published>2009-04-07T20:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:16:48.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Louis, Paris and Paris</title><summary type='text'>Tonight I find myself in St. Louis once again for the National Corn Growers Association state staff meeting.I flew out of Lubbock this morning at 7:00am and arrived at the Sheraton Hotel in downtown St. Looey a little after noon.Upon check-in, it occurred to me that the NCAA Women's National Championship game was being played approximately 200 yards from my hotel tonight. As I type this, UConn is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/4022279458860942393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=4022279458860942393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/4022279458860942393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/4022279458860942393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/04/st-louis-paris-and-paris.html' title='St. Louis, Paris and Paris'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SdwFGH9PXcI/AAAAAAAABVM/GGXSAVnM3lg/s72-c/Sheraton-STL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-329731300237592948</id><published>2009-03-31T16:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T16:24:41.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Blue</title><summary type='text'>I got my official wedding shoes in the mail today.I decided to double up on the purpose of the wedding shoe to serve as...well, my shoe and as my "something blue" for the day.I bought the white version of the Converse Jack Purcell's in Chicago a couple of Decembers ago. I was told those wouldn't work, because they're slightly worn. But, I'm not scared to get another pair of comfy shoes if the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/329731300237592948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=329731300237592948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/329731300237592948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/329731300237592948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/03/something-blue.html' title='Something Blue'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SdKGUQIa94I/AAAAAAAABUc/NNCm2Dvch1g/s72-c/JackPurcells+002_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-1360627948570889890</id><published>2009-03-30T10:51:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T11:31:32.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Using Our Resources</title><summary type='text'>Efficiency (noun): effective operation as measured by a comparison of production with cost (as in energy, time and money).Byron and I are big fans of efficiency. While we aren't always great examples of efficiency, we at least try to practice it as much as possible.I'm also a big fan of Photoshop actions. They're the little tricks a lot of the modern wedding photographers are using. You've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/1360627948570889890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=1360627948570889890' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/1360627948570889890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/1360627948570889890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/03/using-our-resources.html' title='Using Our Resources'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SdDrRfkD9mI/AAAAAAAABR8/be4Xgbbbo44/s72-c/Engagement+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-3573915321332676185</id><published>2009-03-27T16:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T16:56:40.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blowing Snow</title><summary type='text'>The weather in West Texas never ceases to amaze me. Yesterday we reached a high of around 80 degrees. Last night at 11:30 it was 65. This morning at 7:30am it was 35 degrees with 40 mph winds and drizzle. Two hours later, it was 25 degrees and there was an inch of snow on the ground and blizzard-like conditions.In the blink of an eye, it went from a tranquil spring day to Antarctica.Blowing snow </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/3573915321332676185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=3573915321332676185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/3573915321332676185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/3573915321332676185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/03/blowing-snow.html' title='Blowing Snow'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/Sc1I10MjpMI/AAAAAAAABRs/zC6yCPUm-Kg/s72-c/2009_03_27Snow+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-204066222205711625</id><published>2009-03-26T08:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T09:31:57.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Knees</title><summary type='text'>You'll have to excuse my last few entries for their grotesqueness - snakes, dresses, and now blood.Last night was our first city league softball game. It was also my first softball game in three years. I bought a new glove, cleats and an Underarmor baseball jersey.I've never been accused of being a good softball player. I grew up on the hardwood shooting three pointers. But, I love sports, and as</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/204066222205711625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=204066222205711625' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/204066222205711625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/204066222205711625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/03/bloody-knees.html' title='Bloody Knees'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/ScuOxnOFmPI/AAAAAAAABRE/Fhg97uwjyKM/s72-c/2009_03_13RattlesnakeRoundup+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-6613039511563383106</id><published>2009-03-24T11:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T10:46:51.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wearing dresses</title><summary type='text'>Honestly, I never really thought about what my wedding would be like until Byron asked me to be his bride a little over a month ago. I've always been the type to look forward to the marriage more than the wedding day.I've never really even gotten into weddings. When I was a little kid, that usually meant I would have to wear a dress, which meant I would sulk about it days before the wedding. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/6613039511563383106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=6613039511563383106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/6613039511563383106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/6613039511563383106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/03/wearing-dresses.html' title='Wearing dresses'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-7915729820274875401</id><published>2009-03-16T10:05:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T10:53:52.142-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil Reptiles</title><summary type='text'> Ray Wylie Hubbard sings a song called "Snake Farm" -Snake Farm, it just sounds nastySnake Farm, pretty much is Snake Farm, it's a reptile house Snake Farm, ewww, ewwwI hate snakes with a passion, and Ray Wylie Hubbard is right - EWWW! It's a paralyzing fear. I have a hard time even watching them on TV.So, it would make sense that I would go to an event that celebrates the mass collection of one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/7915729820274875401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=7915729820274875401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/7915729820274875401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/7915729820274875401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/03/evil-reptiles.html' title='Evil Reptiles'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/Sb5uCZ3QvRI/AAAAAAAABPE/TmcP6gUmCIA/s72-c/2009_03_13RattlesnakeRoundup+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-7386425535585010576</id><published>2009-03-12T16:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T16:34:44.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanuts in the news...again</title><summary type='text'>Just when we thought things might calm down a little bit, peanuts were back in the media yesterday. Members of our board are in DC this week talking to legislators about how the product recalls have had an impact on our industry.I did another interview yesterday with the ABC station here in town, which has been great about contacting us for interviews. Their main angle was to follow up a month </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/7386425535585010576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=7386425535585010576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/7386425535585010576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/7386425535585010576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/03/peanuts-in-newsagain.html' title='Peanuts in the news...again'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-7111641834773658138</id><published>2009-03-09T11:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T12:05:58.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>America's Game</title><summary type='text'>It's softball time.I've never been much of a softballer, but as of this spring I am.(Byron hates being in the spotlight, but he'll likely be a big part of my blog posting from now on.)Anyway, America's game is his favorite. Close your eyes Byron. The guy tied the Texas high school state record back in his glory days at Rotan High School for the most home runs hit in a single game - four home runs</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/7111641834773658138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=7111641834773658138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/7111641834773658138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/7111641834773658138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/03/americas-game.html' title='America&apos;s Game'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SbVGaAoGOwI/AAAAAAAABOc/Xcc9tNzikf8/s72-c/2009_03_09Softball_Byron+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-3130951896796379639</id><published>2009-03-05T14:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T14:29:19.271-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Airport Observations</title><summary type='text'>Perhaps it is the change of environment that traveling presents that always injects me with a certain desire to try something new. Not that I am ever object to trying new things, but when you are placed outside of your normal surroundings, it’s easier to subject yourself to different things.Now, when I say “trying new things” I am not referring to getting a tattoo or something that phrase would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/3130951896796379639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=3130951896796379639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/3130951896796379639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/3130951896796379639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/03/airport-observations_05.html' title='Airport Observations'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-7873275019948156939</id><published>2009-02-24T20:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:33:52.779-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Texas</title><summary type='text'>Tonight I find myself in another hotel room - this time it's the Gaylord Texan in Grapevine. It's a rather impressive establishment, with structural representation of just about every major Texas landmark, i.e., the Alamo, the Hill Country, oil rigs, etc. We're here this week for Commodity Classic. This will make CC No. 2 for me since I've been with corn. Last year, we journeyed to Nashville to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/7873275019948156939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=7873275019948156939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/7873275019948156939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/7873275019948156939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/02/mini-texas.html' title='Mini Texas'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-1137332049007628569</id><published>2009-02-19T10:03:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T10:46:57.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday (Sunday)  the 15th</title><summary type='text'>  I just realized I'm a moron and titled the last entry "Friday the 14th" when I meant to write "Saturday the 14th" - dang copy &amp; paste. Oh well, maybe I should name this entry "Friday the 15th" since the whole weekend felt as good as Fridays do.Luckily, I can name these entries anything I care to name them - even if they don't make sense to anyone else.  Before leaving Fredericksburg Sunday </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/1137332049007628569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=1137332049007628569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/1137332049007628569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/1137332049007628569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-sunday-15th.html' title='Friday (Sunday)  the 15th'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SZ2EfFi-bZI/AAAAAAAABMM/dlBxgyh5uNU/s72-c/steeple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-5879586438980490453</id><published>2009-02-16T11:37:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T11:02:28.114-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 14th</title><summary type='text'>Part II  The next morning on our way from San Antonio to Fredericksburg, we stopped by the famous Texas town of Luckenbach. Luckenbach literally sits off the main road on a dirt road. The town consists of a post office and a camp ground.  Since I moved to Lubbock, I still occasionally get asked by people at home if I live in Luckenbach. That always makes me giggle. Seriously, this building here </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/5879586438980490453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=5879586438980490453' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/5879586438980490453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/5879586438980490453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-14th.html' title='Friday the 14th'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SZrPjl7muhI/AAAAAAAABKs/vAJufLbnfeI/s72-c/IMG_2363.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-7313534082840275886</id><published>2009-02-16T09:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T11:36:02.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th</title><summary type='text'>I'm going to use this blog post to tell a story.I know I usually tell stories on this blog, but this one is a little different. I usually do everything possible to avoid the "diary disease" that sometimes comes across in blogs. That is irritating to me, because no one really wants to read your diary (unless they're really nosey, I guess). I just like to post observations about the weather, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/7313534082840275886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=7313534082840275886' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/7313534082840275886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/7313534082840275886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SZmOxkZtC6I/AAAAAAAABHM/ShOjQ6g2UFY/s72-c/IMG_2358.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-7755442792187943685</id><published>2009-02-12T08:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T08:42:07.298-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Air Time</title><summary type='text'>We had two more TV crews in our office yesterday after I sent out a press release discussing the implications of the salmonella issue on our Texas growers. So far, I've been very pleased with the way the local media has covered this issue from our perspective, which is to protect the farmer.Because KLBK often shares footage with KAMC, our story appeared on two stations last night at 6pm and at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/7755442792187943685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=7755442792187943685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/7755442792187943685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/7755442792187943685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-air-time.html' title='More Air Time'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-6745554149560955586</id><published>2009-02-11T08:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:32:55.097-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goober Tube, Revisited</title><summary type='text'>Our peanut board was a part of the "top story" for all four Lubbock news stations last night.Since the closing of the Plainview facility, local news is focusing on how the salmonella issue will affect the state's peanut producers.Two stations interviewed one of our board members in Seminole and we had another station in the office yesterday afternoon.View the video here from KCBD.View video from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/6745554149560955586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=6745554149560955586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/6745554149560955586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/6745554149560955586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/02/goober-tube-revisited.html' title='Goober Tube, Revisited'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-3589736789122715973</id><published>2009-02-10T15:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T16:05:21.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG The British R Coming</title><summary type='text'>It's been an odd last couple of weeks out here in West Texas.The peanut butter salmonella issue was a small fire that turned into a raging prairie fire for peanut producers.The Peanut Corp. of America facility in Blakely, Ga., that was the main culprit of the salmonella outbreak also has a plant just north of Lubbock in Plainview, Texas. Suddenly, the national issue hit a little closer to home. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/3589736789122715973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=3589736789122715973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/3589736789122715973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/3589736789122715973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/02/omg-british-r-coming.html' title='OMG The British R Coming'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-3849278414250012923</id><published>2009-01-30T14:51:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T14:39:49.224-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Iced Down</title><summary type='text'>Here are a few more pictures from back east during the big ice storm...Again, photo credits go to Natalie. However, the Photoshopping credits do not go to Natalie.Crystal Hamilton gets the photo credit for this one (above). My house took a pretty good hit from the storm, thanks to a large Oak tree. This is the ceiling of my living room.The limb alone produced enough wood to load down an entire </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/3849278414250012923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=3849278414250012923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/3849278414250012923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/3849278414250012923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/01/iced-down.html' title='Iced Down'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SYNvC6fGuoI/AAAAAAAABGM/bQHPB7MCzzw/s72-c/Ice+Storm+105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-349435427367202745</id><published>2009-01-30T14:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T14:35:12.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goober Tube</title><summary type='text'>Our peanut board has made the news a couple times recently here in Lubbock and throughout the state. Granted, we usually like publicity when things are good - not when the negligence of one Georgia peanut plant causes a nation-wide salmonella outbreak.Yesterday, we had two TV stations from Lubbock come to the office for interviews. Then this morning we did a live spot on Good Day Lubbock, a FOX </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/349435427367202745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=349435427367202745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/349435427367202745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/349435427367202745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/01/goober-tube.html' title='Goober Tube'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SYNj8tF5zBI/AAAAAAAABFI/FzgkalLex-M/s72-c/Fox34+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-7347861056883443972</id><published>2009-01-29T16:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T10:08:10.692-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Ice, Baby</title><summary type='text'>I'm not going to waste much time writing anything for this blog post. I think the pictures pretty much say it all.  While I wasn't there for one of the worst ice storms to hit Northwest Arkansas in decades, I did feel the brunt of the front end of the storm here in West Texas that went on to hit Arkansas.We left for Houston Monday night in 20 degree temperatures and freezing rain here in Lubbock,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/7347861056883443972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=7347861056883443972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/7347861056883443972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/7347861056883443972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/01/ice-ice-baby.html' title='Ice Ice, Baby'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SYMeBtMnLPI/AAAAAAAABDk/eiEBOkE5wxI/s72-c/Ice+Storm+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-6994173482253723875</id><published>2009-01-26T11:05:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T11:30:04.925-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bronco Busting</title><summary type='text'>Old 4x4 vehicles have always held a special place in my heart. I learned to drive a standard on a late 40s "Willy" model Jeep my Papa Wilford had. Not only would that thing go anywhere, but it was the perfect standard to learn on because of it's easy shifting pattern. (Natalie, not sure how you missed that boat.)  Scratches and flawed paint jobs don't really matter on these types of mobile fun </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/6994173482253723875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=6994173482253723875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/6994173482253723875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/6994173482253723875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/01/bronco-busting.html' title='Bronco Busting'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SX3x3jbjrdI/AAAAAAAABC8/POSSoikd4DI/s72-c/Byron_bronco_heartlandaction.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-7733177878173220507</id><published>2009-01-22T09:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:45:06.424-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanut Butter Update</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt; 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If for some odd reason you had the old site bookmarked, be sure to update it to the new one. If you don't have it bookmarked, then that's fine, too. If I made you mad by changing the URL then leave a nasty comment or something.I would also like to take this opportunity to say Woo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/3524894661175969802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=3524894661175969802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/3524894661175969802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/3524894661175969802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-url-name-thing.html' title='New URL Name Thing'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SWZbaJXybYI/AAAAAAAABBU/_cV6Wed8U_k/s72-c/IMG_1992.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-7106578911641692365</id><published>2009-01-06T08:44:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T09:40:53.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Team</title><summary type='text'>The bad part about loving a sports team is you set yourself up for very few highs and a lot of lows. When you're passionate about a team you're going to get your heart broken.   I've been a Razorback fan all my life. When the Hogs went to the national championship in basketball in '94 I was eaten up stupid with Hog Wild pride. During March Madness that year, I would get so wrapped up in the games</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/7106578911641692365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=7106578911641692365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/7106578911641692365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/7106578911641692365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2009/01/double-team.html' title='Double Team'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SWN1fL3xssI/AAAAAAAABAY/Zkgq8vzfn4c/s72-c/2008_09_19HogGameWeekend017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-6152122078941129641</id><published>2008-12-31T11:19:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T08:34:08.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2008: Over and Out</title><summary type='text'>Well, it's New Year's Eve and tomorrow we will start a new year. New Year's Eve has always been rather anticlimactic for me. We worry about what fun and exciting thing to do to ring in the new year, yet it never quite lives up to expectations. It's almost like I expect some big explosion of confetti, fun and amazingness to occur at midnight. While the countdown is exciting, once you hit 12:01 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/6152122078941129641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=6152122078941129641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/6152122078941129641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/6152122078941129641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-over-and-out.html' title='2008: Over and Out'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SVuuxxY5giI/AAAAAAAAA_A/PujTcEL_Bc4/s72-c/IMG_2211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-1068397287457581157</id><published>2008-12-16T16:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T16:34:37.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feral Hogs</title><summary type='text'>An unwritten rule of the outdoors (mainly if you're a hunter) is any time you go out to scout the scene for wildlife and you take a gun with you, you likely won't see a darn thing.But, if you leave your guns at home like the Johnny Cash song tells you to do, then you will see every wild animal, Sasquatch and exotic bird in North America. It never fails.A group of us were in Rotan last weekend and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/1068397287457581157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=1068397287457581157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/1068397287457581157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/1068397287457581157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2008/12/feral-hogs.html' title='Feral Hogs'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SUgqIMYD9DI/AAAAAAAAA94/KsEaBysZeeE/s72-c/wildhogs2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-2897499811042908443</id><published>2008-12-11T10:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:22:25.464-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the Giant Tumbleweeds</title><summary type='text'>Obvious statement: The wind blows a lot in West Texas.Another obvious statement: There are a lot of tumbleweeds in West Texas.The little cold front that blew through here on Tuesday that brought us some nice, tranquil snow flakes that violently blew across the sky like millions of tiny white pieces of Styrofoam really brought some wind. The wind was straight out of the north. Let me reiterate (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/2897499811042908443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=2897499811042908443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/2897499811042908443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/2897499811042908443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2008/12/attack-of-giant-tumbleweeds.html' title='Attack of the Giant Tumbleweeds'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SUFK_BgkViI/AAAAAAAAA9w/5_WorbMRG-Y/s72-c/IMG_2008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-4512533622660909642</id><published>2008-12-10T08:59:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:54:09.508-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Luck</title><summary type='text'>There's nothing like wrapping up 10 days on the road with a trip to Vegas for an extra three days on the road.After five days in Amarillo, I jumped on a direct flight to Vegas for the Wrangler National Finals Rodeo - not as a contestant, just to clarify any potential confusion.When I got to the Amarillo airport, the lady at the check-in counter gave me some lip about having a heavy suitcase. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/4512533622660909642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=4512533622660909642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/4512533622660909642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/4512533622660909642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2008/12/lady-luck.html' title='Lady Luck'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/ST_b8shpFSI/AAAAAAAAA7o/cmZSI5SFxu8/s72-c/IMG_1773.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-6678252895613509539</id><published>2008-12-04T18:26:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T18:50:55.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Extended Stay</title><summary type='text'>Staying in hotels can be fun. But when you run out of underwear, well, that gets serious.Fortunately, I haven't run out of underwear.I've been on the road since Nov. 26. I drove home for Thanksgiving, where I reunited with family and friends, gave thanks and ate pie. Along the way, I drove by camels roaming in a field.Does this seem a little out of the ordinary to any of you?While at home, I put </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/6678252895613509539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=6678252895613509539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/6678252895613509539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/6678252895613509539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2008/12/extended-stay.html' title='Extended Stay'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/STh3gAgf_SI/AAAAAAAAA64/09OLCOBFIdk/s72-c/camels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-6654039331860770366</id><published>2008-11-26T10:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:45:22.132-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tumbling Tumbleweeds</title><summary type='text'>  Tumbleweeds are one feature of West Texas living that vastly contrast life in Northwest Arkansas. When I was living out here for grad school, they used to pile up in our fenced-in back yard at our duplex. It always amazed me how those suckers could fly up over the top of a 7-ft. fence and take up residence in our cozy backyard.But, it's just part of living out here. They really don't cause any </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/6654039331860770366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=6654039331860770366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/6654039331860770366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/6654039331860770366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2008/11/tumbling-tumbleweeds.html' title='Tumbling Tumbleweeds'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SS13R8pmONI/AAAAAAAAA5g/ejQvTUJRvUg/s72-c/IMG_1877.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-5791741964104376319</id><published>2008-11-19T08:40:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T16:23:03.547-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Junk Gypsies</title><summary type='text'>A few weeks ago, I journeyed by plane to meet a group from the homeland in Dallas.They were making their annual pilgrimage to the shopping/junk mecca of East Texas...and the southern United States for that matter.Experienced shoppers push around carts to hold their purchased loot. I've always been anti-cart and anti-purse, so I just mooch off of other people's carts and purses. It works well for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/5791741964104376319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=5791741964104376319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/5791741964104376319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/5791741964104376319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2008/11/junk-gypsies.html' title='Junk Gypsies'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SSQluVX_0JI/AAAAAAAAA34/hJakYrtOuq4/s72-c/2008_10_31Canton+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-4778762481604959611</id><published>2008-11-18T09:48:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T10:03:24.477-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><summary type='text'>I've been receiving a few nasty emails and texts lately that I haven't posted anything in a while.  Sorry.Instead of rambling on this morning, I'm just going to post pictures from the past couple of weeks and let them tell their own stories. I don't think I am even going to put captions to the pictures. I'll let you come up with your own conclusions. Feel free to post them. I'm not afraid to read</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/4778762481604959611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=4778762481604959611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/4778762481604959611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/4778762481604959611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2008/11/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SSLkrMQhG1I/AAAAAAAAA24/CqfRP0kuC84/s72-c/2008_11_08Rotan_ByronsRanch057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-4342572709324078547</id><published>2008-11-07T09:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:09:49.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Reminder</title><summary type='text'>Just a heads up, this blog post tells a sad story. But it's a sad blog post with a good ending. Sometimes, stories like these remind us to get over ourselves and our silly, tiny, selfish problems that we tend to think are a big deal. Since this story is of local interest to West Texas, I wanted to share it with others who may not of heard about it.Yesterday on the Today Show, a family originally </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/4342572709324078547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=4342572709324078547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/4342572709324078547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/4342572709324078547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2008/11/reminder.html' title='A Reminder'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-7528844037969177279</id><published>2008-10-30T09:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T10:10:52.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanuts and Mexicans</title><summary type='text'>I got back yesterday afternoon from a three day trip to San Antonio for our annual Mexican manufacturer peanut tour. Mexican food manufacturers are very important buyers of Texas peanuts, so the tour is mainly a relationship maintenance venture.Honestly, the Mexican group was 8 million times more fun than the Japanese group we had a few weeks ago. It's interesting to see how each culture and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/7528844037969177279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=7528844037969177279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/7528844037969177279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/7528844037969177279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2008/10/peanuts-and-mexicans.html' title='Peanuts and Mexicans'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SQnHTSGsW3I/AAAAAAAAA1I/hstJB0bGz2s/s72-c/2008_10MexicanPeanutTour_SA+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100583838722833105.post-928485064224814901</id><published>2008-10-27T08:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T08:59:19.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rat Dawg</title><summary type='text'>There's really not a purpose for this morning's blog post, other than the fact that I wanted to share a story about a strange creature of God named "Rat Dawg".Rat Dawg showed up on the West Farm back in Prairie Grove several years ago. We found her cuddled up in between some round bales and she had given birth to puppies that resembled collie dogs. The funny part about this story is Rat Dawg is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/feeds/928485064224814901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6100583838722833105&amp;postID=928485064224814901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/928485064224814901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6100583838722833105/posts/default/928485064224814901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://essaysfromtexas.blogspot.com/2008/10/rat-dawg.html' title='Rat Dawg'/><author><name>Lindsay Kennedy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18423918732948181009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SXC4MV4TEVI/AAAAAAAABBc/S74Mc2R8y5w/S220/IMG_1749.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIgT5qE1wPk/SQXF4NJb_ZI/AAAAAAAAA04/prWco0TOUNA/s72-c/ratdawg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
