<?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-1622562204519538041</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:03:48.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stronger...</title><subtitle type='html'>And still fighting</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>107</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-4885073748521716303</id><published>2009-05-26T15:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T15:42:13.914-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Important...</title><content type='html'>This is perhaps the most important blog I've written to date - it's an idea I've been thinking about, specifically after this morning's events.  I've recently come to realize that I fail to appreciate what I have in life, until it's snatched from my grips, only to leave me hungry for what was on the menu...yesterday.  Many of us do this.  We experience people without understanding just how important they are.  We assume those people will always be with us and wake to find out otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's keep it concise: Appreciate those people in your life who treat you right.  Realize how good you have it before it's too late. Tell them you appreciate them but more importantly, show them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-4885073748521716303?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/4885073748521716303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=4885073748521716303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/4885073748521716303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/4885073748521716303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-important.html' title='This is Important...'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-3019760065298037888</id><published>2009-03-24T16:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T16:12:00.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weezy's Spittin</title><content type='html'>"Some say tragedy is hard to get over, but sometimes the tragedy means it's over.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My shoulders are strong, I'll prove 'em wrong.&lt;/span&gt;  I ain't doin nothin but movin on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lil Wayne, "Tie My Hands"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-3019760065298037888?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/3019760065298037888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=3019760065298037888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/3019760065298037888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/3019760065298037888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2009/03/weezys-spittin.html' title='Weezy&apos;s Spittin'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-6443971141199316328</id><published>2009-03-23T17:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T17:43:17.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On</title><content type='html'>After being somewhat stagnant for a while, it becomes natural to settle for yesterday's leftovers.  Without movement, where's the progression?  Without creativity, where's the tricks up your sleeve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time to just walk away and my time has been long overdue.  I'm just relieved I'm no longer stuck in that little ass cubicle.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing feels more liberating than leaving something (whether it be a job or a person) who's been holding you back.  So I ask you, the reader, is something or perhaps someone, holding you back?  If so, move on.  There's more out there for you right - here and now.  I realize it will feel awkward at first to leave, but if they're not pushing you to become more, than what exactly are they doing?    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let yourself accept the excuses: "The economy is so bad, I can't get another job."  False - use your drive, your mind, and your confidence and get your ass out there.  Surround yourself with negativity and you will become Debbie the Downer.  Or my favorite excuse: "Well I've been with them so long." This one's definitely no reason to stay somewhere.  Just man up and think about what's best for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-6443971141199316328?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/6443971141199316328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=6443971141199316328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/6443971141199316328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/6443971141199316328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2009/03/moving-on.html' title='Moving On'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-3302845313597039309</id><published>2009-03-03T11:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T11:11:57.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confident</title><content type='html'>The difference between a 3-1 fastball fouled to the backstop or lined to center is simply who has the most confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the kind of guy to line one back the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-3302845313597039309?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/3302845313597039309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=3302845313597039309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/3302845313597039309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/3302845313597039309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2009/03/confident.html' title='Confident'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-5588195660145684757</id><published>2009-02-25T16:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:35:27.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Next Kanye West</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rr8a1bh_Yjw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rr8a1bh_Yjw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-5588195660145684757?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/5588195660145684757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=5588195660145684757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/5588195660145684757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/5588195660145684757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2009/02/bounce.html' title='The Next Kanye West'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-5076151945333878806</id><published>2009-02-24T16:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T14:57:43.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What If?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What if the majority of our pursuits are meaningless?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What if happiness has nothing to do with what's on the American menu-celebrity, wealth, popularity, selfishness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What if rather than asking "What have you done for me lately?" we ask "What can I do for you here and now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What if we slow down and actually talk to the homeless man and maybe even buy him a burger? What if you let someone else go first in line at Starbucks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What if the "little" things in life are anything but little?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What if what we really want only comes along when we stop forcing it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What if the rain is for the sole purpose of appreciating the sunshine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What if the hardest thing and the right thing are the same?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-5076151945333878806?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/5076151945333878806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=5076151945333878806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/5076151945333878806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/5076151945333878806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-if.html' title='What If?'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-5970291101802139542</id><published>2009-02-21T15:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T15:59:54.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quick thing on love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you feel it, you'll know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-5970291101802139542?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/5970291101802139542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=5970291101802139542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/5970291101802139542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/5970291101802139542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2009/02/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-8984426591714029778</id><published>2009-02-20T13:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T10:38:22.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting It Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes it feels like you can't even get out of bed. The chips keep falling the other way and without understanding why, you push forward and force things that aren't even yours to force. You just want to smile again, you just want to be free again, you just want to feel again - but for some reason, you're still under the covers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The turning point for me was understanding that my twenties weren't about already having it figured out, but rather about fighting it out, putting one foot in front of the other, and pursuing more than myself during the journey. I spent time with myself. I became comfortable with the idea of being alone, which was once foreign to me. I spent time with my thoughts, ideas, and opinions in surround sound. I invested time in myself - not in a selfish manner but rather an independent one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In short, don't force things when you're searching for more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. Embrace the sunshine and the rain. Invest time in who you want to be and don't compromise. &lt;em&gt;Don't ever compromise you&lt;/em&gt;. Take care of each other, share your toys, and say "Thank you" more often. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-8984426591714029778?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/8984426591714029778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=8984426591714029778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/8984426591714029778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/8984426591714029778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2009/02/breathe-out-breathe-in.html' title='Fighting It Out'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-2726837912113062169</id><published>2009-02-19T18:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T18:09:22.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Sports Fan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you want to read some truth/sarcasm regarding all the "roid" talk, click here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/espnmag/story?id=3915217"&gt;http://sports.espn.go.com/espnmag/story?id=3915217&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If not, I understand.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-2726837912113062169?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/2726837912113062169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=2726837912113062169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/2726837912113062169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/2726837912113062169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-sports-fan.html' title='For the Sports Fan'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-7197503248603368594</id><published>2009-02-16T12:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:26:10.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You More Than...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://iloveyoumorethanblank.com/"&gt;http://iloveyoumorethanblank.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After a weekend full of love, this really made me smile. Hope it does for you, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you more than a peanut butter/banana sandwich with chunky PB. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Also, I love you more than Jim loves Pam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-7197503248603368594?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/7197503248603368594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=7197503248603368594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/7197503248603368594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/7197503248603368594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-you-more-than.html' title='I Love You More Than...'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-2212472026407302601</id><published>2009-02-13T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T12:57:18.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brett Dennen Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Like a hound dog in a junk yard, honey I'm howling at the moon..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Closer to you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-2212472026407302601?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/2212472026407302601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=2212472026407302601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/2212472026407302601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/2212472026407302601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2009/02/brett-dennen-quote.html' title='Brett Dennen Quote'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-3755825595447523015</id><published>2009-02-11T16:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:44:11.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SZSWzA0LY5I/AAAAAAAAAe4/jM3K7gW5e5k/s1600-h/baseball%20glove%20bat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302028464458261394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SZSWzA0LY5I/AAAAAAAAAe4/jM3K7gW5e5k/s320/baseball%2520glove%2520bat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been in love with the game of baseball since I was 4 years old. I've been to hundreds of baseball games and I will always feel a child-like giddiness when I go to a Phillies game, just like I did the first time I stepped into Veterans Stadium. Even to this day when I go to a Phillies games, I call my dad when someone hits a home run and we talk about how timeless the game of baseball is to us. It's a real father-son thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After you've played baseball (or any sport for that matter) you begin to understand the intricacies of the game, and you appreciate those who respect the game the way you do. You appreciate the "little" things in the game, which you later find out aren't so little at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a deep love and respect for the game of baseball - and I expect those who are playing the game to share my sentiment. This is the major reason why I'm so bothered by the "steroid era" - it devalues the nature of the game, those who have gone before us in the game, and those who are currently playing without the assistance of muscle enhancers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When is enough going to be enough? Alex Rodriguez, one of the most productive players in the game, recently addmitted to using some sort of "illegal substance" but he said he didn't know exactly what it was. Really A-Rod? You signed a $252 million, 10 year deal and you don't know what you're putting in your body?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While I don't believe everything he said in the interview with ESPN, I will allow him this: he "manned" up, which is more than I can say about the other 103 players on the list who tested positive in 2003. He admitted he was naive, stupid, and irresponsible - I can respect that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's an idea for Bud Selig, the man who always seems to be in the middle of controversy (he's &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; lucky the Phillies won part 2 of the rain delay in the World Series because if they lost and had to go back to Tampa, Philly fans would've treated him much worse than they treated Santa Clause). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Back to my idea - starting today, right now, every player in major league baseball should be required to take a drug test and they should have random tests throughout the season. No secrets, no hidden names, no bullshit. That's how corporate America works, why isn't it the way baseball works? Bud can say he wants this to end, but talk is really cheap. If he &lt;em&gt;seriously&lt;/em&gt; wants it to come to an "end", he needs to start acting like it. Actions speak louder than words, Mr. Selig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One more question - if Alex Rodriguez and the other 103 players tested positive in 2003, why is this finally coming out in 2009? Did it really lay low for almost 6 years? How? Why? And who are the other 103 players? Major League Baseball, I need answers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are too many true fans (including myself) who love the game too much to settle for silence any longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And now I feel much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-3755825595447523015?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/3755825595447523015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=3755825595447523015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/3755825595447523015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/3755825595447523015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-first-love.html' title='My First Love'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SZSWzA0LY5I/AAAAAAAAAe4/jM3K7gW5e5k/s72-c/baseball%2520glove%2520bat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-5576777236143250677</id><published>2009-02-10T12:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T12:17:31.015-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SZG2nJiPU5I/AAAAAAAAAeo/ui6JqS_ppF8/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301219020082467730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SZG2nJiPU5I/AAAAAAAAAeo/ui6JqS_ppF8/s320/21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Can't means won't"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-5576777236143250677?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/5576777236143250677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=5576777236143250677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/5576777236143250677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/5576777236143250677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2009/02/inspired.html' title='Inspired'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SZG2nJiPU5I/AAAAAAAAAeo/ui6JqS_ppF8/s72-c/21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-2376474978153926792</id><published>2009-02-09T17:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T12:16:23.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fool Proof Restrooms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday, my love and I went out to dinner at El Vez, a really cool Mexican spot in the city. After we ate, I walked into the men's restroom, and I saw an intoxicated woman walking out. I thought this might be more efficient for those who have had too many drinks to actually read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300928903594333650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SZCuwJZXVdI/AAAAAAAAAeg/xoX4FjfU5Io/s320/3106_746f77f1aa50d3eecec1ffb294e4ba14.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The best part is she saw me walk in and didn't even realize where she was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-2376474978153926792?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/2376474978153926792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=2376474978153926792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/2376474978153926792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/2376474978153926792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2009/02/fool-proof-restrooms.html' title='Fool Proof Restrooms'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SZCuwJZXVdI/AAAAAAAAAeg/xoX4FjfU5Io/s72-c/3106_746f77f1aa50d3eecec1ffb294e4ba14.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-4528254787978695761</id><published>2009-02-07T13:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T14:57:50.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SRV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SY3f206olDI/AAAAAAAAAeY/Uw-_srgS5fI/s1600-h/SRV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300138469495444530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SY3f206olDI/AAAAAAAAAeY/Uw-_srgS5fI/s320/SRV.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After a hard day's night, I stumbled across some quotes from one of the greatest guitarists of all time, Stevie Ray Vaughan. I have found these to be very influential, hope you do too. As always, much love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I was walking around trying to act cool, like I had no fear at all. But I was afraid, afraid that somebody would find out just how scared I was. Now I'm finally realizing that &lt;em&gt;fear is the opposite of love."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Music has become really important now. &lt;em&gt;It's helped me to open up more and take a chance on loving people.&lt;/em&gt; Music is a good reason to care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's just a vehicle though. It's a way to try and give somebody something that you feel. If trying the best I can isn't good enough, I'll just have to try harder next time. It's all I can do. If I do the best I can, then at least I did the best I could in this life. If that's the last time I ever got to play, &lt;em&gt;I'd better give it everything I've got."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Ya know, right now the most important thing in my life is to make sure you understand that, first of all I thank God I'm alive today, and I mean that. I spent too many years of my life thinking that the big party was the whole thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It took me quite a while to find out that the real deal is to be able to be enough of a person on your own to know when somebody loves you and cares about you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You see, we are here, as far as I can tell, to help each other; our brothers, our sisters, our friends, our enemies. That is to help each other and not hurt each other. And sometimes to help others, we have to help ourself first. It's a big world out there; with enough pain and misery in it without me going around hurting myself; and consequently, those that care about me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I am trying to get across to you; is please take of yourselves and those that you love; because that is what we are here for, that's all we got, and that is all we can take with us."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Damn man, damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-4528254787978695761?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/4528254787978695761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=4528254787978695761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/4528254787978695761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/4528254787978695761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2009/02/srv.html' title='SRV'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SY3f206olDI/AAAAAAAAAeY/Uw-_srgS5fI/s72-c/SRV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-3319497618827154639</id><published>2009-02-06T10:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T13:54:26.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Barriers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYx_NqXuUXI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Fu6n9TdOPYw/s1600-h/large_grantorino1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299750734197051762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYx_NqXuUXI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Fu6n9TdOPYw/s320/large_grantorino1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am amazed that our life experiences affect us as much as they do, both positively and negatively. I'm equally amazed at the similarities I've seen in men who grew up during my grandfather's generation. I struggle with this because I never fought in Korea. I never walked into a bathroom that said "Whites Only". I wasn't around for the Great Depression, where thousands of families stood in line for food stamps - just to get by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I haven't seen what they've seen. But I have seen the ugliness, ignorance, and arrogance of racial prejudice - and it's about time we do something about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night, I saw something that I hope will ignite an entire generation to release the cruel stereotypes, the name-calling, and the deep hatred based on exteriors. I saw a man let go of that hatred and welcome the uncomfortable, the unique, the foreign. I saw a man open his mind and his heart, which are equally important. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I saw Gran Torino - and it was definitely a movie you should see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The inflexible, iron-willed, war veteran named Walt Kowalski, moves into a new neighborhood with people who are very different from him. They are from southeast Asia, which abruptly reminds him of his days fighting in the Korean War. He lives in a changing world where boys no longer respect their elders the way he did when he was young. He feels his grip on the world will never be the same and he's absolutely miserable about it. He drives an old Ford truck and despises the fact that his son sells cars made in Japan. The viewer can sense his opinions, judgments, and belief systems before he even opens his mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;However, after a series of events, he meets the family next door and slowly (very, very slowly) begins to see that they are beautiful people. Initially he wants nothing to do with them but over time you can see his attitude changes. He spends time with Thao (who he mockingly calls Toad) and a very sweet girl named Sue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Without telling you more and undoubtedly ruin it, I'm just going to encourage you to see it - but more importantly, think about the people in your life who &lt;em&gt;appear&lt;/em&gt; to have nothing in common with you (on the outside) and be open to discover what you &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; have in common with them (on the inside). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stay progressive, open-minded, and positive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-3319497618827154639?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/3319497618827154639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=3319497618827154639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/3319497618827154639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/3319497618827154639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2009/02/gran-torino.html' title='Barriers'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYx_NqXuUXI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Fu6n9TdOPYw/s72-c/large_grantorino1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-1802384098494625383</id><published>2009-02-04T10:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T10:47:43.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashing Lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYm4hGAH1eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/MMKvXa4TCLo/s1600-h/Lights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298969315264419298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYm4hGAH1eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/MMKvXa4TCLo/s320/Lights.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-1802384098494625383?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/1802384098494625383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=1802384098494625383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/1802384098494625383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/1802384098494625383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2009/02/flashing-lights.html' title='Flashing Lights'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYm4hGAH1eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/MMKvXa4TCLo/s72-c/Lights.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-7768627838707339868</id><published>2009-02-04T01:00:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T17:31:14.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Ready</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are so many things I have to say but I'll make this concise: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Be open to receive love. Be quick to love others. Be honest with yourself. Trust your instincts. If it feels right, run with it and don't look back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-7768627838707339868?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/7768627838707339868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=7768627838707339868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/7768627838707339868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/7768627838707339868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-ready.html' title='I&apos;m Ready'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-5778784837055222456</id><published>2009-02-03T17:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T10:17:00.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy-ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This one's for the brokenhearted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is for the girl who gave all she had, only to find out he really didn't love her the way he said he did - he really only wanted what &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; wanted, not what she wanted. For the times he swore he would be there, but when she needed him most, he conveniently found himself "busy". For the guy who really believed her when she said they were "just friends" only to find them together two weeks later. This is for anyone who wants to trust again, but feels like it's impossible to forget the past. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me assure you, when you find someone trust&lt;em&gt;worthy&lt;/em&gt;, it's worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Take your time. Find any form of positivism and run with it. Spend time with people who will keep you where the light is - and people who will remind you that you're beautiful. Think outside of yourself and you'll soon come to see that the heart of life is good. The most inefficient thing is to become jaded, to assume everyone will always let you down. Trust me when I say there's sincere people in this world - it's just a matter of finding them and avoiding the ones that aren't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Always remember that when it's good, it will feel like it should. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-5778784837055222456?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/5778784837055222456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=5778784837055222456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/5778784837055222456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/5778784837055222456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy.html' title='Happy-ness'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-1345545055370162703</id><published>2009-01-22T17:26:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T10:21:28.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy on the Stereotypes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For some reason, I have less patience with old people than I do with any other age group. Throw me in a room with 10 teens and I'll find a way to connect. Throw me in a room with 10 old heads and I'll find the exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even sure if it's because they tend to smell funky or if it's because some think they already have their way of life nailed but I'll be honest - I don't like old people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me preface this post by saying I know there are old people who are friendly, patient, and open-minded. There's always an exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think about stereotypes, (which are created because there is a grain of truth in them), old people tend to be ignorant with technology, they tend to resent our generation for being more open-minded, and they tend to drive dangerously slow. The thing about stereotypes is that they're circumstantial. I've recently met some "old people" who aren't so old at all - they just might have more life, energy, and progression than I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the point: fill in your own stereotype and avoid preconceived notions. I've learned there's people in New York who will hold a door for you, people in Texas who will admit they're not bigger or better than America, and old people who speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just go easy on the stereotypes, KL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-1345545055370162703?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/1345545055370162703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=1345545055370162703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/1345545055370162703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/1345545055370162703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2009/01/easy-on-stereotypes.html' title='Easy on the Stereotypes'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-6552634437161376559</id><published>2009-01-21T13:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T10:22:45.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenneth Cole Idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just a quick idea to think about:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was in Kenneth Cole the other day and saw a t-shirt that simply said &lt;em&gt;"Be noticed, with less exposure."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm thinking more than flying off the cuff and I've found my words to be more meaningful than ever. No longer do I have to be in the spotlight of the conversation. I'm learning to be content with less exposure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Keep your ideas, opinions, and philosophies open-minded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-6552634437161376559?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/6552634437161376559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=6552634437161376559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/6552634437161376559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/6552634437161376559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2009/01/kenneth-cole-idea.html' title='Kenneth Cole Idea'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-4087899902460439748</id><published>2009-01-08T14:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T14:19:22.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Good to Know Why...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since Jesus walked the earth, Christianity has become extremely muddled, cluttered, and misconstrued. From people standing on street corners screaming about hell to the religious hypocrisy in the news to the more personal disappointments with “church,” people are searching for so much more than superficial religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;People are searching for honesty, authenticity, and acceptance – &lt;em&gt;regardless of appearance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Mayer said it best in his song, &lt;em&gt;Belief&lt;/em&gt;, “Belief is a beautiful armor, but makes for the heaviest sword.” Unfortunately, Christians have thrown the heaviest sword, oblivious to the damage it would cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the beauty of it all is that the story isn’t complete. We can be a light of hope to those who are hurting. We can build someone up rather than break them down. We can change the world, &lt;em&gt;if only we would try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I want to focus more on serving people who are going through a tough time. I want to hang out with people who are lonely. I want to listen more than I speak. I want to show others that being a follower of Jesus isn’t about abiding by strict guidelines, &lt;em&gt;but rather about love.&lt;/em&gt; I want to get back to the way Jesus originally intended “church” to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is why I’ve joined the Renew Community.  KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-4087899902460439748?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/4087899902460439748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=4087899902460439748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/4087899902460439748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/4087899902460439748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2009/01/always-good-to-know-why.html' title='Always Good to Know Why...'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-2442242720843616833</id><published>2009-01-03T15:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T10:28:14.524-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I met a woman named Evelyn and I'm a better person because of the 25 minutes she spent in my office. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She had a smile ear to ear and a light that I could see before she even spoke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She told me she was 86 years old and that she previously &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; breast cancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of course my first question was, "How in the world did you beat cancer?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Her answer was simple: &lt;em&gt;A positive attitude and faith&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; the things this woman could've said, she truly believes the reason she's still alive is because of her pursuit of optimism and her belief in something bigger than herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope you are finding inspiration, self confidence, and motivation in people like Evelyn. I know I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-2442242720843616833?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/2442242720843616833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=2442242720843616833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/2442242720843616833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/2442242720843616833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2009/01/inspired.html' title='Inspired'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-7378376442034409783</id><published>2009-01-02T12:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T13:03:21.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As the night turned into celebration, I realized this New Years was to be the best I've ever had. As I was reflecting as to why, I realized how much potential is waiting for me in this coming year. (I'll leave the details for later - I just have a feeling this is going to be my best year yet.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I stumbled across this quote that needs to be shared with you, the reader:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Wheresoever you go, go with all your heart." - Confucius&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is my motto for 2009. Wherever I am, whatever I'm doing, whoever I'm with, I'm giving all my heart - whether it's grad school, training for my triathlon, or making new friendships - &lt;em&gt;I'm giving all I have.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Keep your heart open, honest, and sincere. I'll try my best to do the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you for all your birthday wishes. You made me feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;necessary.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's so damn good to feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy New Year, KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-7378376442034409783?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/7378376442034409783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=7378376442034409783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/7378376442034409783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/7378376442034409783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-1062324700412785678</id><published>2008-12-26T10:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T10:32:19.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For dreamers, for sentimentals, for lovers, Christmas has all the right ingredients. Colorful lights paint the beautiful winter sky. Hours are spent searching for the perfect gift - for the friend, the lover, the brother. The seasonal music fills our souls with optimism, beauty, and holiday cheer. Cookies, egg nog, and wine top it all off to make Christmas a very romantic time of year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This year, Christmas took on a whole new meaning for me. I must admit that the first question I ask after Christmas is "Did&lt;em&gt; you get&lt;/em&gt; everything you wanted this year?" To me Christmas has always been synonymous with receiving gifts. But this year was different, this year was special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This year (whether consciously, or not) I decided to spend less money on gifts and engage more in conversation - and not because of frugality, but because I wanted to be reminded what Christmas is really about. I was surprised how refreshing it felt to focus less on the new stuff, and more on simply being with family and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With the economy in shambles, job opportunities at a minimum, and prices slowly increasing - I wonder if the "economy" issue our country is facing could actually be &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; for us. Yes, you read that right. I believe there are some positive effects from our country being in a recession right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;People are re-considering driving 2 cars when they can car pool. People are carrying reusable water bottles (&lt;a href="http://mysigg.com/index.asp"&gt;http://mysigg.com/index.asp&lt;/a&gt;) rather than wasting plastics. People are more grateful for the things they've been given because they know how tough times are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I challenge you to try what we did this year: spend less, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but give more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-1062324700412785678?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/1062324700412785678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=1062324700412785678' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/1062324700412785678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/1062324700412785678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday.html' title='More Thankful'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-7392080111751259924</id><published>2008-12-23T12:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T13:04:01.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so encouraged by the amount of people who are willing to give, serve, and love during this holiday season. It's just been fantastic to see people from all walks of life living out the ways of Jesus - whether they know it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we never forget what Christmas was originally all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy holidays to all of you - keep up the love. KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-7392080111751259924?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/7392080111751259924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=7392080111751259924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/7392080111751259924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/7392080111751259924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/12/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-4371290709385243014</id><published>2008-12-17T10:34:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T10:39:56.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Know, What I Don't Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Most of us go through this phase - this phase of &lt;em&gt;fearlessness&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;invinsibility&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;and even borderline ignorance&lt;/em&gt;. It's part of being a boy (on the inside) and being a man (on the outside). It's part of sometimes acting like I'm 21 and othertimes acting like I'm 26.  I'm learning the difference is simple: patience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm turning 24 this New Year's Eve and it's really exciting. The other night around the dinner table, my mom asked me, "Are you happy with where you are at 24 years old?" Great question mom. Part of me is content with today, the majority of me wants so much more for tomorrow. &lt;em&gt;I know I can't wait for what 2009 holds in store.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lately I've been walking through this stage of not knowing what I don't know, let me explain:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can make it on my own, I can finish grad school, I can complete a triathlon, I can do doughnuts in the snow and still be in control, I can do whatever the hell I want - mixed with some sass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or can I?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm learning that the 20's are all about figuring out who you are and who your friends are. Most people think it's all about finding your career and perhaps that's part of it. But I think it's more about the discovery of self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm learning to embrace the fact that I don't know what I don't know - and that there's positivism that comes with that (persistence) and negativity that comes with that (arrogance).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's all about pursuing balance. Take care of one another, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-4371290709385243014?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/4371290709385243014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=4371290709385243014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/4371290709385243014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/4371290709385243014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-dont-know-what-i-dont-know.html' title='I Don&apos;t Know, What I Don&apos;t Know'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-5668175866580014411</id><published>2008-12-13T15:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T12:21:28.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We often associate movement with change, which actually makes perfect sense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you've never seen the view of the Grand Canyon (assuming you want to), it won't happen unless you pursue movement - unless you book a flight, a hotel, and a rental car. You've got to get time off from work, be at the airport on time, and get from the airport to the Canyon, which requires a lot of movement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been pursuing that "view" for quite some time now and I'm seeing that movement doesn't necesarily mean it has to be external. Perhaps my movement has more to do with my building passion that makes me want to see the beauty of the Grand Canyon - &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; I'm actually able to experience literal movment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's get practical: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been trying to get a new job, apply to grad school, and find solid friends for a while now. I've sent my college transcript to more places than I can even remember. I've spent countless hours online looking at schools, programs, jobs, etc. I've been pursuing the "view" of some kind of movment. My world still looks very similar to my world a year ago - &lt;em&gt;but it's completely different, internally.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My heart is focused, my drive is stronger, my love is deeper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is &lt;em&gt;movement&lt;/em&gt;, this is &lt;em&gt;change,&lt;/em&gt; for the time being. KL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-5668175866580014411?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/5668175866580014411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=5668175866580014411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/5668175866580014411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/5668175866580014411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/12/movement.html' title='Movement'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-4857160374329523034</id><published>2008-12-11T11:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:08:35.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay Hungry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is about making the choice to be a &lt;em&gt;warrior&lt;/em&gt;, a &lt;em&gt;fighter&lt;/em&gt;, a &lt;em&gt;competitor&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is about the relentless pursuit of running a faster pace tomorrow than you ran today (but also accepting the feeling that you gave everything you had today). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is about refusing to settle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is about &lt;em&gt;staying hungry&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not satisfied with where I'm at, although I accept who I am (liabilities and all) - I want so much more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to become more, I want to learn more, I want &lt;em&gt;to be&lt;/em&gt; more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When faced with a decision, I've been living by these 2 simple questions. I ask myself these questions before I decide to do something: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) Is it beneficial, optimistic, or productive?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2) Is it investing in myself or my future?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Try it, ask yourself those questions before you do something. Clarity has been more accessible since and I'm loving who I am more and more everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stay hungry, work hard for what you want, eat your fruits and veggies, hug each other, and most importantly, don't ever give up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm ready for a five course meal. I'm competing to win. KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-4857160374329523034?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/4857160374329523034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=4857160374329523034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/4857160374329523034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/4857160374329523034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/12/stay-hungry.html' title='Stay Hungry'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-3157190324416431102</id><published>2008-12-10T14:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:29:15.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"In the wee small hours of the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While the whole wide world is fast asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You lie awake and think about the girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And never ever think of counting sheep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When your lonely heart has learned its lesson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You'd be hers, if only she would call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the wee small hours of the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's the time you miss her most of all"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Frank Sinatra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For some reason I can't get these lyrics out of my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-3157190324416431102?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/3157190324416431102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=3157190324416431102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/3157190324416431102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/3157190324416431102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-wee-small-hours-of-morning.html' title='In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning...'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-6609452288209118547</id><published>2008-12-04T12:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T11:02:06.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>After Hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As I'm training for my triathlon, I'm learning a lot about myself. It's been quite interesting to see progression in my times, my motivation, and my excitement as I finish with more contentment than ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's something about long distance training that tests your perseverance like nothing else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm learning that behind the glory of finishing something difficult in life, there are hours of hard work and sweat when no one is watching. &lt;em&gt;There are late nights of fighting for something you believe in&lt;/em&gt;, when everyone else has gone to bed. And it's in those times where character is made - when most people grab a water, I approach the hill with a smile because (like Kanye said) I'm better than I've ever been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night I was riding the bike and decided that I was going to ride for 30 minutes at a fast pace. I always have a goal in mind before I ever run, bike, or swim - ya gotta know where you're going before you can get there. My goal was to keep a pace of riding 1 mile every 3 minutes. After 10 minutes, my legs started to burn and I thought about slowing the pace. &lt;em&gt;Immediately,&lt;/em&gt; I put that thought out of my mind and went faster. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I pushed through the next few minutes and was 15 seconds behind keeping my pace of a mile every 3 minutes. I looked at my watch and saw I was coming up on 27 minutes, which meant I really had to push to reach my goal of 10 miles in 30 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And the last 3 minutes was all up hill - &lt;em&gt;how fitting&lt;/em&gt;, I thought to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I gripped the bars, put my head down, closed my eyes, and put everything out of my mind. I didn't even give myself a chance to think about times - I pushed my legs into the pedals as hard as I could. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As I got closer to 30 minutes, I knew I had to give it everything I had. My legs were burning, my heart rate was at 180, and I felt amazing. With 20 seconds left, I had a tenth of a mile to go and just before 30 minutes passed, I hit 10 miles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Insert amazing feeling here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Work hard for what you want and you'll see what I mean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-6609452288209118547?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/6609452288209118547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=6609452288209118547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/6609452288209118547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/6609452288209118547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/12/after-hours.html' title='After Hours'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-7362944270490228230</id><published>2008-12-01T13:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T14:48:15.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Outside Ourselves</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Balancing the Christmas act is really difficult.  People seem to be much more stressed around this time of year.  Walk into any mall and you'll see what I mean.  Everyone wants the perfect gift, with the perfect size, and the perfect price.  Black Friday has come and gone - showing us just how &lt;em&gt;crazy&lt;/em&gt; things are during this season.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A man in New York died unlocking the doors at Wal-Mart because people were more concerned about saving a few bucks than they were about the safety and well being of another individual.  Two others were shot at Toys R Us over which toy they wanted to buy.  This reminds me of some of the issues middle school teachers deal with.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you mix common sense and rationale, you'll easily see how crazy (and by crazy, I literally mean "&lt;em&gt;insane&lt;/em&gt;") some people are in our society.  I'd like to think those 2,000 people who trampled over this man didn't realize he was in serious danger.  I don't think it's that people are completely apathetic - I think it's that we are often so selfish that we only see what's in it for us.  So many people are willing to do almost anything just to get 20% off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's no point of judging the reader because neither you nor I had anything to do with any of these situations.  But during this season, that was intended to be one of joy, peace, and love, let us remember to slow down and think about others before ourselves.  Let us realize that we have been blessed beyond what we deserve and that we can have the &lt;em&gt;privilege&lt;/em&gt; of giving back.  Let us all think outside ourselves during this Christmas season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By the way, if you haven't heard her, check out Clara Lofaro.  She's beautiful. KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-7362944270490228230?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/7362944270490228230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=7362944270490228230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/7362944270490228230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/7362944270490228230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/12/outside-ourselves.html' title='Outside Ourselves'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-3870529694687735254</id><published>2008-11-25T16:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:49:44.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>808's &amp; Heartbreak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SSx50rodkQI/AAAAAAAAAcE/E3H7x4uRqNA/s1600-h/kanye-west-808s-heartbreak-kaws-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272723209716601090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SSx50rodkQI/AAAAAAAAAcE/E3H7x4uRqNA/s320/kanye-west-808s-heartbreak-kaws-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't tell me you'll never leave if you've already booked the flight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't tell me you want me to hold you when you don't smell like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you don't want me, don't feed me that "I need you" stuff, I'm a sucker for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Check out 808's and Heartbreak - I've been waiting for an album like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-3870529694687735254?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/3870529694687735254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=3870529694687735254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/3870529694687735254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/3870529694687735254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/11/heartbreak.html' title='808&apos;s &amp; Heartbreak'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SSx50rodkQI/AAAAAAAAAcE/E3H7x4uRqNA/s72-c/kanye-west-808s-heartbreak-kaws-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-8819136040725602819</id><published>2008-11-24T13:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T14:16:47.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>June 28, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been thinking a lot about this date because it's the annual Philadelphia Triathlon and I'm competing in it for the first time.  I've been training for about a month now and feeling &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stronger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was cold this past Saturday, like frigid cold.  The kind of cold that seeps into your skin and tests your determination like nothing else.  I drove past a bank on my way and it said it was 26 degrees outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As I began my run, I knew I needed to block out the pain because  I knew it would subside at some point.  And sure enough, 15 minutes into my run, I felt like I was running on the beach with my bathing suit on.  I ran 6.5 miles at a 6:45 pace.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's my question- when I run in the gym (with a water bottle, shorts, t-shirt, and a warm facility), I usually run at a 7:15 pace.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So how was I able to slice 30 seconds off each mile, 2 minutes and 10 seconds overall (with a sweatshirt, long pants, and running directly into the wind)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm just focused on getting &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stronger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  KL.          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-8819136040725602819?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/8819136040725602819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=8819136040725602819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/8819136040725602819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/8819136040725602819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/11/june-28-2009.html' title='June 28, 2009'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-659670606486639271</id><published>2008-11-21T11:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T13:36:58.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Back on the Bike</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Heroes come in many different forms, functions, and relationships.  I've actually never claimed one "hero" in my life, mainly because it sounds so cliche.  It sounds so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;melo&lt;/span&gt;-dramatic.  But after reading &lt;em&gt;"It's Not About the Bike"&lt;/em&gt; by Lance Armstrong, I decided he is one of my heroes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Reading this book taught me that "fighting" isn't always about flexing the largest financial muscles or accumulating the most "wins" in life - sometimes fighting is about the resilient voice at the end of the day that says, &lt;em&gt;"I will try again tomorrow."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you think about Lance Armstrong, what's the first image that comes to mind?  For most people, it's him wearing the beloved "yellow jersey" (the one that the leader of the race wears) raising his hands in victory, kissing his mom or his wife, with a huge smile on his face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But if you read his book, you'll see that for every victory, there were 7 setbacks.  For every triumph, there were more obstacles.  He paints a picture, not of a man wearing the yellow jersey, but of a man stuck in a bed with chemo running through his system - just to stay alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He paints a picture of a man who refused to quit, no matter what the "odds" were.  He paints a picture of a man who fell off his bike, time after time, &lt;em&gt;but always got back on&lt;/em&gt;.  He paints a picture of a man who I'm striving to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been brokenhearted, I've fallen off the bike (a couple times actually), and I've been tempted to quit.  I've been tempted to lay on the ground and bitch about my situation.  There's probably always going to be that voice in the back of my mind that says, "But what if you &lt;em&gt;can't&lt;/em&gt; do it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lance heard that voice too, but refused to listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And so do I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I was in college, I led a mission trip to Boston.  Our goal was to serve the homeless, the orphans, and the widows in the local area for one week.  I made a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;commitment&lt;/span&gt; to teach, lead, and organize a group of 15 people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A girl I was dating at the time was also on the trip.  Things got really hectic in our relationship and I told her I needed space to be able to fully dedicate myself to leading the group.  We were obviously both upset.  She called her dad that night and he flew her home the next morning - and paid for her ticket.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I called my mom.  "Mom, I want to come home."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I will never forget what she said.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Son, you're not going anywhere.  You're staying in Boston and you're going to lead the group because you made a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;commitment&lt;/span&gt;.  You're not going to quit.  I didn't raise you to give up."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And that's exactly what I did.  I got back on the bike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So here I am, 3 years later, frustrated as hell with where I am in life, but also, more optimistic than I've ever been because I know what I've done in the past when I've fallen off the bike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you mom, for making me stay in Boston, for making me get back on the bike.  KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-659670606486639271?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/659670606486639271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=659670606486639271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/659670606486639271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/659670606486639271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/11/get-back-on-bike.html' title='Get Back on the Bike'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-476184861744175346</id><published>2008-11-18T14:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:50:42.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Out an "A"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In a world full of assessments, judgements, and measurements sometimes we need to be reminded to see the possibility in people &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; we measure them up against our standards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Imagine if you were taking a class that you felt insecure about. For me, it would certainly be science. You already know this course isn't your bread and butter. You sit down on the first day of class, the teacher walks in, and says, "Good morning class - I have an announcement to make. Each of you will receive an "A" for this class as long as you follow 2 rules: be on time and take diligent notes each class."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rather than being nervous about being measured to the other students, I'd feel an immediate desire to want to do those two simple things: be on time and pay attention. Rather than worrying about seeing that red "F" on my first test, I would be solely focused on paying attention and learning new information. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So here's my idea:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In an effort to be less judgemental and more approachable, I'm going to look at people and give them an "A" rather than waiting for them to screw up and give them a "C" or perhaps even a "D".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's just a thought - let's realize we're all on a journey, and we may not be together... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But we're getting there&lt;/em&gt;. KL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-476184861744175346?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/476184861744175346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=476184861744175346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/476184861744175346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/476184861744175346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/11/give-out-a.html' title='Give Out an &quot;A&quot;'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-4267507279746068794</id><published>2008-11-13T16:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:30:08.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Best Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hM0n3H4eN-0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hM0n3H4eN-0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This video is definitely worth the 44 seconds. KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-4267507279746068794?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/4267507279746068794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=4267507279746068794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/4267507279746068794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/4267507279746068794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/11/worst-best-man.html' title='Worst Best Man'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-2345250257510758733</id><published>2008-11-10T12:31:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:30:36.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Quick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothing feels better than being completely honest with yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's all for now, KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-2345250257510758733?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/2345250257510758733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=2345250257510758733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/2345250257510758733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/2345250257510758733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/11/crossed-line.html' title='Real Quick'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-9202546899858105169</id><published>2008-10-22T10:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T11:11:26.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Like A Flask Filled With...Hope.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you've never heard of Brett Dennen, and if you have $9.99 to spare, go out and purchase his new album called "Hope for the Hopeless."  His lyrics are fresh, innovative, and authentic.  Even if  folk music doesn't "make you go crazy" you just might enjoy the positivism in his message.  Check it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://brettdennen.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://brettdennen.net/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Take care of each other.  KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://brettdennen.net/uncategorized/hope-for-the-hopeless-is-out/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-9202546899858105169?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/9202546899858105169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=9202546899858105169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/9202546899858105169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/9202546899858105169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/10/like-flask-filled-withhope.html' title='Like A Flask Filled With...Hope.'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-1321834523558717202</id><published>2008-10-19T17:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:49:36.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flip It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We can all agree that our country is going through a challenging time.  Everyone is talking about it, which is ideal because conversations (hopefully) lead to action, which then (inevitably) leads to change.  And we can also all agree that change is necessary - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;especially now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last weekend I was having a conversation about the state of America and my buddy said he thinks the next president is walking into one of the worst times our country has ever seen.  Although there's a grain of truth here, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I'd like to flip the negative into a positive:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think the next president has the opportunity to be remembered as the leader who walked us out of the desert - who creates more jobs, who helps stabilize our economy, who helps make our world a more positive place.  He has the chance to go down as the man who spurred us back toward greatness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The intention here isn't political.  It goes much deeper than that.  Let's flip &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the negatives in our experiences and discover the positives.  Seeing the negative is natural, seeing the positive isn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's flip it.  KL.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-1321834523558717202?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/1321834523558717202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=1321834523558717202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/1321834523558717202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/1321834523558717202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/10/flip-it.html' title='Flip It'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-3037257827164008328</id><published>2008-10-08T15:01:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T11:19:42.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daughters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After having lunch with a great friend, I realized how important it is to be good to your daughters - and to tell them that they put the color inside your world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She always makes me smile, &lt;em&gt;no matter what we're talking about&lt;/em&gt; - and I really care about our friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's the point of this short post:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When someone makes you happier than a 6 year old on Christmas morning, be sure they know. When you have a friend that you would do anything for, be sure to make every effort to show it.  Be good to each other, think about others before yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's all for now. KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-3037257827164008328?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/3037257827164008328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=3037257827164008328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/3037257827164008328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/3037257827164008328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-know-girl-she-puts-color-inside-my.html' title='Daughters'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-5812291117286680826</id><published>2008-10-08T11:13:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T11:13:09.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So High - for all the Right Reasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love this feeling, of being high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now before you assume, hear me out. There's more than one road that can get you "high". After trying almost every approach to living, I've found what doesn't work, &lt;em&gt;still in search for what does.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes you have to go around the block a few times, get frustrated enough, and keep pushing forward (never losing the optimism and the progression) to be able to see and feel which approach is best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's a few approaches I've tried:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Buying cool new stuff. Only satisfies until the newer, faster, cooler version comes out, which will inevitably be in a couple weeks/months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Drinking and other. Doesn't work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Selfishness. &lt;em&gt;Really&lt;/em&gt; doesn't work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's essential to invest in yourself, &lt;em&gt;to take time and discover who you are&lt;/em&gt; - and I've spent the last year and a half doing just that. I feel &lt;em&gt;renewed&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;refueled&lt;/em&gt; to be able to reciprocate and give back. I've been thinking about my weekly rhythms and the habits I've developed. I'm not what you would consider a "structured" person. I'm very spontaneous, sometimes unorganized and irresponsible, mostly easy-going with a smile in my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But now I'm reclaiming &lt;em&gt;rhythm&lt;/em&gt; in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday I ran at Peace Valley Park without knowing how far or how long I would run - I just knew I wasn't going to stop, no matter what. Currently I can run 2-3 miles and feel good about the workout, but usually around mile 3, I'm ready for the couch and some Propel - Strawberry Kiwi please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I found out that the trail is 7.2 miles. That's more than double what I usually can run - and it felt like 3 miles after I finished. It really made me wonder about the limitations I subconsciously set in my mind. I wonder what it would look like if I stopped setting limits in my mind and just gave my heart holistically. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254818979030550594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SOzeBSwYyEI/AAAAAAAAAbw/cd3hdXN3hPU/s320/goals.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you set a personal goal, and not only reach your goal, but exceed it, you get really high. When you push yourself to your limits and you know that you gave it (whatever the "it" is) everything you had, you'll sleep better, feel better, and love who you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Things have really just been going my way lately, so I'm gonna embrace the high as long as I can. KL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-5812291117286680826?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/5812291117286680826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=5812291117286680826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/5812291117286680826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/5812291117286680826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-high-for-all-right-reasons.html' title='So High - for all the Right Reasons'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SOzeBSwYyEI/AAAAAAAAAbw/cd3hdXN3hPU/s72-c/goals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-6570765204547014692</id><published>2008-10-06T10:40:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T11:17:59.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Word Can Change the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There is so much to say and sometimes it's all about consolidation, so here's my effort at telling her story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She used to wear a smile all day long, everything was warm, even the rain felt pleasant. He brought warmth into her heart and she trusted him deeply. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But his hands that were once comforting somehow became cold, his smile that was once welcoming somehow became angry. Things changed quite abruptly and she didn't understand why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She refused to trust, she slept with one eye open - waiting for someone to abandon her again. She thought it was her fault. She felt guilty, ashamed, and lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Years later, she woke to this wonderful realization that life is only as beautiful as she wanted it to be. She found a love in Him that would never let her down, a love that she could actually trust, a love that she welcomed into her heart. She realized that He died on the cross so all injustice might be abolished, so all peace might be rescued, so all trust might be restored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She realized that there was only one word that could set her free: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVE&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She found a way to change the insecure into confident, the awkward into accessible, the guard into an open door. And she discovered it was a beautiful way to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jesus, thank you for loving everyone equally. Thank you for giving your life so we might have peace. Thank you for not throwing the stone. Thank you for &lt;em&gt;running&lt;/em&gt; to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you for your consistent LOVE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-6570765204547014692?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/6570765204547014692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=6570765204547014692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/6570765204547014692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/6570765204547014692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-word-can-change-world.html' title='One Word Can Change the World'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-6474886263064660847</id><published>2008-10-01T11:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T12:00:28.995-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Get to the Finish Line, You've Got to Finish</title><content type='html'>I'm making a bold prediction:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Phillies will be the World Series Champions in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After listening to some Journey, I was reminded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't stop believin"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hold on baseball fans, here comes the Fightin Phils.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-6474886263064660847?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/6474886263064660847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=6474886263064660847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/6474886263064660847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/6474886263064660847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-you-get-to-finish-line-youve-got.html' title='When You Get to the Finish Line, You&apos;ve Got to Finish'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-5294167777348061507</id><published>2008-09-22T13:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T17:14:07.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's About Time for Me To Shine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I decided to sleep on the beach this weekend and like the sunshine in my eyes, I knew I needed to change some habits in my life. I'd quickly like to share a few things before I detour for a couple months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. We live in a beautiful world - with more potential than we can even comprehend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. I have much to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Life is only as good as you make it. If things aren't "right" (whatever 'right' means) re-evaluate the methods and decide to live a different way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No more living for the pleasure, I'm living for tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Take care of one another. Don't cut people off in traffic. Hold the door for others. Be practical. Think about the way you're living. Change the world &lt;em&gt;with your own two hands&lt;/em&gt; and your own beating heart. Start today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm going silent now, but I will return - when it's back together again. KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-5294167777348061507?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/5294167777348061507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=5294167777348061507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/5294167777348061507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/5294167777348061507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/09/detour.html' title='It&apos;s About Time for Me To Shine'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-7571448333773011994</id><published>2008-09-17T19:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T20:04:39.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Middle of the Dance...</title><content type='html'>This needs to be concise.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I've been reminded to be honest with people, no matter what.  Forget what's expected.  If you feel it, let him know - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even if it's in the middle of the dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pursue what you believe, love each other.  KL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-7571448333773011994?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/7571448333773011994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=7571448333773011994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/7571448333773011994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/7571448333773011994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/09/middle-of-dance.html' title='Middle of the Dance...'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-2104330473905091229</id><published>2008-09-09T10:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:41:40.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On a Rainy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SMaKk8zBNcI/AAAAAAAAAUs/oA8SDiw2OJ0/s1600-h/rain_in_taxi_stand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244031183519561154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SMaKk8zBNcI/AAAAAAAAAUs/oA8SDiw2OJ0/s320/rain_in_taxi_stand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After a good nights rest, I woke to a downpour I didn't expect.  I planned to take Brewsky (my dog) to the park for a long walk... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I was reminded that we rarely anticipate the rain to turn into downpour.  We subconsciously know it's coming from time to time, but we expect it to drizzle. - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;but it never just drizzles, does it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It comes in buckets, in bunches, in storms.  Darkness surrounds you and you're drenched.  Head to toe - You're &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;covered in rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  You wonder if it's ever going to slow down.  You beg for a break, you drop to your knees and pray that it would stop.  But it doesn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And then you begin to realize that there's a certain beauty being &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;covered in rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. -  a beauty you never allowed yourself to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because you begin to see there's a reason for pain.  There's a purpose for the downpour.  And when you permit your heart and mind to feel that, life somehow makes more sense.  You begin to feel the pleasure in pain because you know the storm has an end.  Your senses are now filled with optimism and you're more prepared to stare at the next storm right in the eye and say "I'm ready for whatever you've got"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And that's where I am today.  KL.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-2104330473905091229?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/2104330473905091229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=2104330473905091229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/2104330473905091229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/2104330473905091229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-rainy-day.html' title='On a Rainy Day'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SMaKk8zBNcI/AAAAAAAAAUs/oA8SDiw2OJ0/s72-c/rain_in_taxi_stand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-2612792996833030453</id><published>2008-09-06T09:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T12:53:12.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Think "Small" and "Big" Things Result</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever just wanted to get through a certain season of your life to move on to the next phase of your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know I have but I'm learning a big lesson in thinking small, and expecting big.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This weekend, the Phillies will show us what they're really made of.  They have a 3 game series with the Mets, who currently lead in the National League East standings by 2 games, after the Phils shut-out the Mets last night 3-0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I'd like to talk about something that happened &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; the opening game of the series.  Mike Schmidt, a Hall of Famer, who played on the 1980 team that won the World Series, wrote an email to the entire Phillies team that read:    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Guys, one pitch, one at-bat, one play, one situation, &lt;em&gt;think 'small' and 'big' things result&lt;/em&gt;. Tough at-bats, stay up the middle with men on base, whatever it takes to keep the line moving. Hot offense. 27 outs on defense. The Mets know you're better than they are. They remember last year. You guys are never out of the game. Welcome the challenge that confronts you this weekend. You guys are the best. Good luck, #20."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not only is this message athletically sound, but also theoretically sound.  Think "small" and "big" things result.  Take one day at a time.  Stay tough, remember what you've done in the past but know that this is a new season full of new opportunities.  Welcome a challenge.  Never give up, &lt;em&gt;you're never out of the "game."  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Many of us (me included) want our liabilities to disappear tonight.  We want to wake up to the world we always dreamed of when we were children - and after coming full circle with it all (hope---&gt; disappointment---&gt; hope - and always concluding with hope) &lt;em&gt;I've learned to never let the disappointment take away the hope&lt;/em&gt;.  Never, never, never.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After reading Schmidt's message&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, I was not only inspired as a Phillies fan but also as a 23 year old trying to find his way in this crazy world.  I'm planning on going back to school and I've never been more excited about my future than I am right now.  I need to take one day at a time and realize that someday, I'll find a job that I have a deep passion for.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But in the meanwhile, I'm going to think "small" and expect big.  KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-2612792996833030453?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/2612792996833030453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=2612792996833030453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/2612792996833030453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/2612792996833030453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/09/think-small-and-big-things-result.html' title='Think &quot;Small&quot; and &quot;Big&quot; Things Result'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-2705162851936224058</id><published>2008-09-02T12:47:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T11:24:57.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This blog has been running around upstairs for quite some time now and I'm sorry that it's long overdue. There are three people in my life who have meant more to me than I could ever express. If you want to know who your &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; friends are, if you want to know who &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; cares, look around when the storm hits and you'll see who's got your back. Notice who calls you randomly to see how your doing, who takes you out to dinner just because they know you love Mexican food, or who stands up for you, regardless - and you'll see &lt;strong&gt;family&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what "family" is all about - Loving each other, supporting each other, and being there for each other when things are going well and when things aren't. Each person has shown me what it means to be family and I'd like to share with you exactly how they've taught me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first person is my Uncle John, one of the most loving people I know. He has given me some of the best advice in the last year or so and when he speaks, I listen. He's sensitive when he needs to be and strong when he needs to be. He always encourages, uplifts, and supports me and that means more than giving $50 for a birthday gift or anything else for that matter. When my parents got divorced, he was there. When "she" fell apart, he was there. When things were said that didn't need to be said, he was there. He has taught me that family supports you, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second person is my Aunt Kathy - my second mom. No one has been more positive, accessible, or unselfish. I know I could call her at anytime in the night and she would be on her way if I ever needed anything. She's taught me about loyalty, the most important characteristic in what it means to be a true friend. She has listened to me process so many things and has given me advice when it's needed - without judging. She knows when to talk and when to listen, which is so rare. Sometimes I just need someone to listen to me and she always does that so well. If it wasn't for my Aunt Kathy, I honestly have no idea where I'd be - but it wouldn't be pretty. She has been a life-saver for me in more than one occasion. I love her so much because her actions actually back up her words, which is quite refreshing. She's the perfect example of what an aunt should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third person is my mom who has taught me so much because she didn't defend me when the teachers said I was being disrespectful in class. When I've been in financial trouble, rather than paying my way (which I know she wanted to do) she's taught me the value of working hard for something and fully appreciating it. She understands that the best sometimes feels the worst, but she's always been there to hear me out. I couldn't imagine having a mom that loves her 2 boys more than Maryann does. The only person I wanted to talk to on June 13th was my mom. She's the best mom a son could ever ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I write this simply to highlight what family looks like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The point: Love your family and appreciate them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-2705162851936224058?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/2705162851936224058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=2705162851936224058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/2705162851936224058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/2705162851936224058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/09/theyve-got-my-back.html' title='Family Love'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-5490578551010923425</id><published>2008-08-29T11:30:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T16:48:19.555-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am My Brother's Keeper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SLgyhTbEqLI/AAAAAAAAAUk/jvb5cEHdSH0/s1600-h/obama_change.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239993714176469170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SLgyhTbEqLI/AAAAAAAAAUk/jvb5cEHdSH0/s320/obama_change.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night America witnessed one of the greatest speeches ever delivered, made by a man with integrity, respect, and compassion for a country that so desperately needs &lt;em&gt;change&lt;/em&gt;. I'm convinced that Barack Obama has the philosophies, morals, and commitments to reclaim the American promise that we all long for. He's a man who deeply cares about all the hard-working middle class Americans, which is refreshing considering the last 8 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;His speech hit &lt;em&gt;every note&lt;/em&gt; on the scale - everything from the failures of the last 8 years to his plan for taxes, oil independence, education, health care, and most importantly - his plan to end this war &lt;em&gt;responsibly&lt;/em&gt;. Thank you Barack Obama - it's about time for &lt;em&gt;change&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He referred back to John F. Kennedy's concept of "intellectual, moral strength" and the idea that we all have to do our part to make this world a better place. Changing this world isn't about one man standing on a podium and making claims of change: changing this world is about all of us reclaiming the Golden Rule (which first came from the ultimate revolutionary: Jesus) and all of us living lives of self respect, hard work, and love for one another. Programs won't automatically make this world a better place, people will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We need a president with fresh ideas, with humility to admit when he's made a mistake, and with a belief that there is more to this world than what we actually see. We need a president who is willing to take a stand for the average American and still holding onto the morals that our country was originally established on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night, Obama said, "We must restore our moral standing, so that America is once again that last hope for all who are called to the cause of freedom, &lt;em&gt;for all who long for lives of peace, for all who yearn for a better future..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He also mentioned that we can all agree that we need to reduce the amount of unwanted pregnancies in this country, that we can uphold the 2nd Amendment while keeping guns out of the hands of criminals and people who are capable of producing the shootings similar to Virginia Tech, and that gays and lesbians should be able to live lives free of discrimination. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We may disagree about the methods to get there, but at the end of the day, all of these issues must be improved in our country. Both Democrats and Republicans should all be able to disagree on these issues without questioning the character and patriotism of each other. Patriotism does not have a party. We need to stop bringing each other down and start working together as a unit to make this world a better place. We all need to reclaim our sense of &lt;em&gt;common purpose&lt;/em&gt; to experience the American promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Obama continued, "This election is not about me, it's about you! We cannot turn back now, &lt;em&gt;we must march forward&lt;/em&gt; and hold firmly without wavering to the faith that we profess..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wherever you find yourself on the political spectrum, do yourself a favor and be responsible with the words you use regarding this election. This is the only "political" post you'll hear from me. I just really sense that Barack Obama is the start of something positive in this great country that we live in. Be sure to vote on November 4, 2008. Stand up for what's right but also pray for the grace to cover us when we're a little off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Obama 08. KL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-5490578551010923425?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/5490578551010923425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=5490578551010923425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/5490578551010923425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/5490578551010923425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/08/change.html' title='I Am My Brother&apos;s Keeper'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SLgyhTbEqLI/AAAAAAAAAUk/jvb5cEHdSH0/s72-c/obama_change.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-6484873965766231351</id><published>2008-08-28T15:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T11:26:58.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart's Catching Up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been really reflective the last few weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My mind feels like it needs to slam on the brakes so my heart can just catch up a little bit. I lay in bed with thoughts constantly running through my head. Thoughts of contentment, thoughts of vulnerability, thoughts of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been distracted by this idea that people walk in and out of our lives and before we know it, we never see them again. In the blink of an eye, everything changes, and there's no prerequisite that could prepare you for this course. You never thought you'd lose them but here you are, years later, missing them more than you ever imagined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I have this hope, this monumental &lt;em&gt;belief&lt;/em&gt;, this deep thought racing through my mind that carries me from one day to the next:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I believe that my life's gonna see the love I give return to me." -JM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm just going to keep loving, no matter what.  Love's the only thing in life you can't over-indulge in. You can have too much ice cream, too much of "self", too much money. You can have too much of almost everything - except love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And without love, we have absolutely nothing to live for. So please don't stop loving one another because with it, &lt;em&gt;life can be experienced in its fullest potential.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now it may not be returned tonight, and that's alright. It doesn't have to be. I'm just going to trust that at the end of my life, &lt;em&gt;as long as I stay where the light is&lt;/em&gt;, it will all be returned to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I can rest in that hope, just give me a second for my heart to catch up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-6484873965766231351?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/6484873965766231351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=6484873965766231351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/6484873965766231351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/6484873965766231351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/08/hearts-catching-up.html' title='Heart&apos;s Catching Up...'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-5163568197702970843</id><published>2008-08-25T18:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T11:29:43.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart in my Hands...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been torn but not broken. I've been through the furnace but not burned. I've taken some hard punches but now I'm ready to throw a couple jabs of my own. Hope you're ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You thought you knew me, but you had no idea. If you saw me now, you wouldn't recognize me - because I'm &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;bigger than my body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; gives me credit for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm better than I've ever been (like Kanye said), tougher than I've ever been, and more progressive than I've ever been. All of which are leading me to where I've always wanted to be. But I assure you, it's not going to fall into my lap. It never has and it never will. I've accepted that and moved on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've had to make it happen for myself - for the most part, you will too. So now I continue the journey of making it happen for myself, regardless of the cost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Change is right around the corner, meanwhile I'm gonna stand on the steps with my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;heart in my hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-5163568197702970843?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/5163568197702970843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=5163568197702970843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/5163568197702970843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/5163568197702970843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/08/heart-in-my-hands.html' title='Heart in my Hands...'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-6211877913207909516</id><published>2008-08-18T14:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T15:41:37.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Say What Ya Need To Say</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Isn't it about time I start being &lt;em&gt;authentic&lt;/em&gt;, regardless of what it involves?  Isn't it time I choose &lt;em&gt;truth&lt;/em&gt;, no matter what the cost?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This week I've been reminded that plans don't always work out as we think they will.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This week I've had many opportunities to be honest and it felt so good to be sincere with myself and with other people.  I've tasted independence, freedom, and self-sufficiency for some time now and it resembles a King Size Snickers bar.  For so long I avoided these concepts because of my fear of loneliness.  And then I met someone who reminded me that &lt;em&gt;one doesn't always invite the other.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Someone can be an amazing person, a beautiful individual, an intricate personality - but different people have different lives.  It's more important to end a relationship with integrity than waste someones time.  I'm all about simplifying, &lt;em&gt;identifying the most efficient method possible&lt;/em&gt;, and waiting for the right timing when it all feels like a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've met so many people who would do anything to escape a current relationship but haven't the stability to actually go through with it - so they settle in and become static.  &lt;em&gt;They forsake truth for comfort, real love for empathy, freedom for control.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes &lt;em&gt;truth&lt;/em&gt; is the negative conversation we need to go through to arrive at our peaceful destination.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want us to be honest beginning a relationship and honest concluding it.  I want us to stop burning bridges.  Say you want to just be friends and mean it.  Act on it.  Check on each other.  Treat others the way you would want to be treated.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Be quick to forgive, slow to speak, and even slower to anger.  Think about your words before you use them.  Everything happens for a reason, please don't ignore the signs.  When you feel it, you'll know.  But until then, just enjoy the heart of life... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And never forget that these concepts are beautiful ways to live.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And that Jesus came up with them long before I did.  KL.&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-6211877913207909516?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/6211877913207909516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=6211877913207909516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/6211877913207909516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/6211877913207909516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/08/say-what-ya-need-to-say.html' title='Say What Ya Need To Say'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-1051517437519778502</id><published>2008-08-15T10:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T11:51:23.118-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Balance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Most people are either on one side of the spectrum or the complete opposite.  Believe me when I say I was too (and still am from time to time) but I'm searching for something that can change it all.  Something that brings consistency, contentment, and ultimately happiness.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm searching for balance, for equilibrium, for something to hold onto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We can either be too straightforward or too passive.  Either too rational or too impulsive.  Either too cold hearted or too sensitive.  Either too serious or too nonchalant.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So slow down and think about where you find yourself on the continuum.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Keep on loving, we're almost there. KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-1051517437519778502?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/1051517437519778502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=1051517437519778502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/1051517437519778502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/1051517437519778502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/08/balance.html' title='Balance'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-7591922197631831352</id><published>2008-08-13T12:32:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T17:16:19.565-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From Nothing to Something</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just finished one of the most depressing/optimistic testimonies out there these days. Eric Clapton was a man who was full of addictions of all sorts: music, sex, fishing, collectables, and the most deadly of all, hard drugs. Even though this would seem to lead to his downfall, it's what made him one of the greatest guitarists to ever strap in to play. He never did anything half-assed and I can respect that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He describes his addictions and explains how devastating it was for his friends and family to witness. The first forty years of this man's life were filled with disappointment, death, abandonment, confusion, insecurity, and lonliness - and that's not an exageration by any means. He got to the point where he couldn't go a few hours without some sort of drug to get him through. He was drinking 2 bottles of vodka a day. It got extremely ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And then the straw that broke the camels back slapped him in the face. Conor, his 4 year old son, fell 53 floors out of a high-rise apartment to his tragic death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And it's in these moments where you see the character of an individual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's in these moments where God does His most magnificient work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"At that moment, almost of their own accord, my legs gave way and I fell to my knees. In the privacy of my room I begged for help. I had no notion who I was talking to, I just knew I had come to the end of my tether, &lt;em&gt;I had nothing left to fight with.&lt;/em&gt; Then I remembered what I had heard about surrender, something I thought I could never do, my pride just wouldn't allow it, but I knew that on my own, I wasn't going to make it, so I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;asked for help, and getting down on my knees, &lt;em&gt;I surrendered.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From that day until this I have never failed to pray in the morning, on my knees, asking for help, and at night, to express gratitude for my life, and most of all, for my sobriety. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I choose to kneel because &lt;em&gt;I need to humble myself when I pray,&lt;/em&gt; and with my ego, this is the most I can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you are asking why I do this, I will tell you...because it works. It's as simple as that. &lt;em&gt;In all this time I've&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;been sober, I have never once seriously thought of taking a drink or a drug."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And that's straight from a man who spent forty years disregarding the presence of God. That's straight from a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;man who has been to hell and back. That's from a man who has been completely humbled by the grace of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's such a beautiful story because something so self-defeating became something that has changed thousands of lives. Eric Clapton started the "Crossroads Centre" in Antigua which is a rehab treatment center for all kinds of addictions. It exists to help individuals and their families whose lives are controlled by alcohol, drugs or other compulsive behaviors – helping them to make the changes necessary to find new health, a new sense of well-being and a new life of recovery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a beautiful thing when God takes something ugly and makes it wonderful again. Check out Eric Clapton's Autobiography and you'll see what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-7591922197631831352?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/7591922197631831352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=7591922197631831352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/7591922197631831352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/7591922197631831352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/08/from-nothing-to-something.html' title='From Nothing to Something'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-6513794087706547465</id><published>2008-08-05T16:42:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T17:31:44.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reign of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hold on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Be good to one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Spend time with your thoughts in surround sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Don't worry about yesterday.  The sun will rise tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Don't recycle revenge.  Stop it with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;No one will fire if you wave the white flag and put the weapons down.  Whether it's a thought or a word - please be peaceful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Don't "wait" for the world to change, you be the change you want to see in the world.  Realize it starts with individuals deciding they want a different life, a different vibe, a different world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Listen more and talk less.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Engage those who appear lost.  Listen to their story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;See more shows - art shows, concerts, galleries, etc.  Appreciate someone else's talents.  Root for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Seek truth and realize &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;you will never have it all nailed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Travel and admit that there's a much bigger world out there than you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Much love to all.  KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-6513794087706547465?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/6513794087706547465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=6513794087706547465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/6513794087706547465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/6513794087706547465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/08/reign-of-love.html' title='Reign of Love'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-1463102191965503971</id><published>2008-07-28T19:45:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T17:16:56.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Your Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What really does it mean to say "I love you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've asked myself this question countless times. Love is such a beautiful concept and I often wonder what it really means. I wonder if we minimize the term when we say "I love Subway" or "I love that black polo"...What does it mean to love something,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; or perhaps someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lately I've been thinking about this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"I've got your back."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Think about what that means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It means no matter what you do, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'm behind you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; No matter what you say, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'm in your corner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No matter what,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; I got your back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I can't think of a more appropriate image of love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got your back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So from now on, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'm going to show love by my actions and say that I've got your back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I've learned talk is cheap and that it means absolutely nothing until you back it up with movement, with progression, with rhythm. It's so easy to just settle in and become static with relationships but it's time we all start thinking about what we mean when we say "I love you..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So please, say it more often. But more importantly, back it up with action. KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-1463102191965503971?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/1463102191965503971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=1463102191965503971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/1463102191965503971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/1463102191965503971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-i-got-your-back-is-on-way.html' title='Got Your Back'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-8217131066909811928</id><published>2008-07-26T10:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T10:32:44.452-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarious</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Check out this story.  His picture says it all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/7526628.stm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/7526628.stm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-8217131066909811928?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/8217131066909811928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=8217131066909811928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/8217131066909811928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/8217131066909811928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/07/hilarious.html' title='Hilarious'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-2811310384790501398</id><published>2008-07-19T13:30:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T11:36:41.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhythm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SIJIOjUB7II/AAAAAAAAATY/sOum6u0pVrE/s1600-h/827698_eba69e06ee_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224817932537818242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SIJIOjUB7II/AAAAAAAAATY/sOum6u0pVrE/s320/827698_eba69e06ee_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you've ever watched a band play live, you know what this is. The drums, the bass, and the guitar must all be in rhythm to be able to play something that resonates to the core of the audience. The original word for rhythm comes from the Greek word "rhythmos" which means any measured flow, movement, or progression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is about fighting off the "vultures" to eventually find RHYTHM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is about celebrating life when things just seem to flow and rising above the disappointment when they don't. This is about never throwing in the towel, no matter what. Anyone can collapse when the rain picks up but it takes courage to walk through the storm to the other side (and here's the important part): &lt;em&gt;holding your head high through the entire journey.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is about choosing freedom over resentment, choosing patience over instant gratification, choosing the hard-fought victory over the easy way out. This is about actions speaking louder than words. This is about the girl who steps into her new shoes and begins to understand why they feel so sweet - because she didn't fall hard to the temptation of giving up, she doesn't believe in the white flag. She instead walks through the door labeled "persistance", which then quickly takes her to the most beautiful place a person can experience: harmony, uninterrupted happiness, and ultimately, peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is about being persistant in the moment but also realizing that it's not the last hurdle to overcome. This is about the guy who sets out to run 3 miles but runs 4 instead because he's preparing for tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is about accepting who you are today and finding someone who will love you through the liabilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is about the college student who changes her major a half a dozen times and still has no clue where she wants to be. But she doesn't stop pushing herself; she tries new things and eventually finds exactly the career she was looking for. &lt;em&gt;This is about waiting for what you want but proactively seeking it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is about caring more about others than about ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is about ending this war and bringing our troops home where they belong. This is about peace. This is about Obama's ideas on changing things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is about the pursuit of harmony, the expression of creativity, and the appreciation of unknown waters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is about all of us wanting to become more than we are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is about rhythm. KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-2811310384790501398?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/2811310384790501398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=2811310384790501398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/2811310384790501398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/2811310384790501398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/07/rhythm.html' title='Rhythm'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SIJIOjUB7II/AAAAAAAAATY/sOum6u0pVrE/s72-c/827698_eba69e06ee_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-3832666228445170336</id><published>2008-07-11T10:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T17:16:10.331-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From Deep Down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've had a crazy last few days. I drove 6 hours north to Niagara Falls and saw the most beautiful waterfall ever, drove another hour and a half north to Toronto to see John Mayer, and last night I went with some friends to see him again in "Dirty" Jersey. I sit here with my coffee feeling more &lt;em&gt;inspired&lt;/em&gt; than I've ever been in my entire life - and it feels amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I realize my bias here; I've been a fan of JM for years. I have rooted for him and I (probably) always will root for him - I say probably because "always" is a word I've learned to be very careful about.  Anyways, back to the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The first may be something that you don't want to think about (I don't either, but it leads to something very important) and what we &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to hear and what we &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; to hear usually feel very different.  There's a reason for that.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's about judgments, assumptions, and stereotypes - it's about the most dangerous drug we can experiment with.  There's the appetizer, here's the entree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you think about what judgment is at it's core, it's essentially someone saying that they have some sort of standard that isn't congruent with yours.&lt;/em&gt;  It's when things are not in harmony, the exact oposite of "shalom".  Judgment can be anything; something as simple as "Your shoes suck!" or "You listen to John Mayer?!?  He's such a douche."  A sense of judgment originates with arrogance and here's where it turns toxic:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Judgment leads to self-consciousness, which then inevitably leads to a level of insecurity that has permeated our culture and has become extremely poisonous to every single one of us.  I realize there's dark and there's light.  I need to be clear here; I'm referring to preferences, not morals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But negativity never frees the captive, it only enslaves them longer and brings about more injustice.  So think about your words and always remember that sticks and stones will break your bones but words will &lt;em&gt;always &lt;/em&gt;do more damage (yes, I know I said "always").  Enjoy who you are tonight, not who you would be if you changed this or that - and that means accepting the insecurities and the talents.  Push yourself to be the best you can be?  Absolutely.  But always make sure you have plans Friday night for fear of sitting alone in your room?  Not anymore.  I'm done with that approach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't tear others down in an attempt to build yourself up.  Root for others.  Celebrate with them when they work hard to succeed and take them out to dinner when they're "covered in rain" because things didn't quite go as planned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I truly believe love can set us free, we just have to let it.  KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-3832666228445170336?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/3832666228445170336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=3832666228445170336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/3832666228445170336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/3832666228445170336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/07/from-deep-down.html' title='From Deep Down...'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-1529114442212760073</id><published>2008-07-10T11:01:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T11:39:15.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Moving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There is just so much to say and so little time; but I need to share some truth with you. I unfortunately have come to realize that life is shorter than we expect or ever truly comprehend. People talk so much about "mid-life" crisis but I'm feeling more like there's an inevitable "quarter-life" crisis that hits around your mid-20's. Almost every adult I know between the ages of 18-25 are frustrated with where they are because this sobering question won't go away, &lt;em&gt;"Is this all there is?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From the time we were running around carrying Super Mario lunchboxes, we were told that we could become anything we want. Really? &lt;em&gt;Anything? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's two things I've always wanted to be: the 2nd baseman for the Philadelphia Phillies (if it wasn't for that Chase Utley fellow) or a performer of some sort - preferably a singer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After arriving in Niagara Falls, I met one hell of a Canadian who had hair down to his back and a smile that went from ear to ear. Perhaps one of the most laid back people I've met, he ushered us out to his porch and we were instantaneoulsy in a different world - a beautiful world. I went from hearing loud noises in the city to hearing the quiet of the country. I went from wondering where I was to kicking my feet up on a chair without a care in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you're not careful, you'll miss these moments. They walk by us so often without warning but on this day, I knew I was going to stop to listen, to sit on the porch, to relax. I had to - mainly because &lt;em&gt;when truth hits our existence and coincides with our "belief" systems, we can't help but slow down and inhale.&lt;/em&gt; And hopefully smile ear to ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life rarely fits perfectly in the picture frame (the way we originally thought it up) but it's important, and even essential, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to keep moving&lt;/span&gt; - to refuse to settle for becoming &lt;em&gt;static&lt;/em&gt;. You'll see if you just give it time, you'll find what you're looking for. &lt;em&gt;I know I did and it's so much better than the original drawing ever would've been. But I wouldn't have known that if I didn't keep moving.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So keep moving, find a new interest. Decide to learn something new everyday. Don't ever settle for the status quo. If it feels good right away, &lt;em&gt;you haven't bought a big enough canvas.&lt;/em&gt; Pick up an instrument you've never played and find a melody that resonates deep within your being. And when you finally hit that note, realize that no one can ever take that away from you. No matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Want what your heros want, not what your heros have. KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-1529114442212760073?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/1529114442212760073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=1529114442212760073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/1529114442212760073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/1529114442212760073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/07/keep-moving-canada.html' title='Keep Moving'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-6890199619148149148</id><published>2008-07-01T18:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T18:25:55.605-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Together But I'm Gettin There...</title><content type='html'>"Don't give up, give up, give up." KL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-6890199619148149148?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/6890199619148149148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=6890199619148149148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/6890199619148149148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/6890199619148149148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-not-together-but-im-gettin-there.html' title='I&apos;m Not Together But I&apos;m Gettin There...'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-3111378074061414866</id><published>2008-06-26T13:26:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T11:41:49.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Love Me, Won't You Let Me Know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SGPqMMI4wYI/AAAAAAAAATQ/f19wUMKfC9I/s1600-h/hug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216270288562995586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SGPqMMI4wYI/AAAAAAAAATQ/f19wUMKfC9I/s320/hug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've never really found it advantageous either for myself or for others to hold my cards close to my chest and expect others to read my two pair, ace high. Growing up in a home where both my brother and I were taught to tell others how we felt has allowed me to reject this notion our country has - that men are forbidden to express feelings, especially feelings of emotion, vulnerability, and love. It breaks my heart to hear someone tell me, "My dad never told me he loved me" or "My brother never hugs me"...that's about the point in the conversation where I hug them tight and tell them they are loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now before I come across as being overly sentimental, I realize there's a time to show composure in a moment of weakness. I strongly believe in the man being solid emotionally. Fair enough, but I think it's gotten a little out of hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The typical American father spends more time working toward the promotion than teaching him about the right way to treat people (especially women). We're more concerned with buying the addition to the house than sitting down with her and asking her about herself. We care more about buying the new jet ski than instilling grace, honesty, and ultimately love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My mom recently told me about someone she knows who has devoted his entire life to his career. He drives a sweet car, lives in a big house, and pretty much can afford any vacation he wants. However, his son once told him that he'd trade his time for his gifts anyday of the week. Interesting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's time to condense the post for the reader...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It all comes down to priorities.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's important to you? What's important to your family? What if our country cared more about family than materialism? How would our families look different? How would our children look different?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a deep sense of hope for the future of families in America. I urge you, the reader, to stop and think about someone you love. Perhaps it's your aunt, your spouse, or your child. When's the last time you hugged them? When's the last time you told them they were beautiful? When's the last time you said "I love you"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't hold back any longer. Kiss her when you leave for work and see the difference it makes when you get home. Send her flowers for no reason at all; not because it's Valentine's Day or because you screwed up. Do it without any ulterior motives or without hidden expectations of getting "play" after a glass of wine. Do it because you love her with every inch of your being and you couldn't think of a better way to spend a couple bucks. And finally, please... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Say "I love you" more often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And mean it. KL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-3111378074061414866?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/3111378074061414866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=3111378074061414866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/3111378074061414866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/3111378074061414866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-you-love-me-wont-you-let-me-know.html' title='If You Love Me, Won&apos;t You Let Me Know?'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SGPqMMI4wYI/AAAAAAAAATQ/f19wUMKfC9I/s72-c/hug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-5034000443998671170</id><published>2008-06-22T22:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T22:58:09.389-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Up Against the Wall of What You Don't Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SF8Q3vg0EEI/AAAAAAAAATI/dip38r3WyGE/s1600-h/2450263366_23fe949c8c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SF8Q3vg0EEI/AAAAAAAAATI/dip38r3WyGE/s320/2450263366_23fe949c8c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214905443351269442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This must be said, whether you're into them or not:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Check out Coldplay's new album "Viva La Vida or Death and All His Friends". It's very different, but it will blow you're mind away. It's authentic, deep, and at some points, spiritual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Never be afraid to try new things. KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-5034000443998671170?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/5034000443998671170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=5034000443998671170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/5034000443998671170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/5034000443998671170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/06/say-what-ya-need-to-say.html' title='Go Up Against the Wall of What You Don&apos;t Know'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SF8Q3vg0EEI/AAAAAAAAATI/dip38r3WyGE/s72-c/2450263366_23fe949c8c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-1267502604113209406</id><published>2008-06-19T15:32:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T00:19:16.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Because I'm Losing, Doesn't Mean I'm Lost...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was reminded of an important lesson last night that must be shared:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Never, ever ever give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ever since I could walk, I've been in love with the game of baseball. I remember falling asleep with a baseball hat on while holding my glove - and waking up feeling like a complete dork. Even to this day, there's nothing better than spending an afternoon making diving stops at short or turning double plays with a base runner bearing down on your ankles - spikes up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm playing on a fast pitch softball team and even though I love being out there, we're like the 1992 Phillies. Only 2 out of 14 guys played in high school and we're majorly undersized compared to the other teams. I've never been on a team that lost more than 4 games in an entire season. Before last night, we were 2-7. It's been quite humbling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But last night was different. We walked up to the field with a "swag" that I haven't seen all season. We were playing the biggest team in the league, the team who everyone talks about as being "unbeatable." They walked onto that field undefeated, cocky, and talented. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We walked onto that field with nothing to lose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The game was back and forth. 2-0 us, 3-2 them, 4-3 us, 5-4 them. And then the last inning came...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;With one out and a runner on second, I stepped up to the plate. Now I'll be honest with you, I've struggled this season at the plate. It's been tough adjusting to the close distance, the release point, and the movement on the pitches. But I walked up to the plate and thought to myself, "Never, ever ever give up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The first pitch was a fastball that I fouled off. The second pitch was high. 1 ball, 1 strike. I was sitting on a fastball and when I saw it, my eyes lit up and I ripped a line drive into the right-center gap. The funny thing is the guy on second is a little overweight but I've never seen someone pump his arms as fast as he did rounding 3rd base. He ended up scoring the tying run and I slid head first into third base. It felt so damn good to stand up, dust the dirt off, and begin to feel the sense that Rocco Mediate sometimes comes out on top. Two batters later, a long drive off the left field fence brought me to the plate where I was met by all my teammates...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A few lessons that I learned:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1) It doesn't matter if they don't believe in you, you must believe in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2) Never fear failure. It's better to try and struggle than to give up and live wondering, "What if?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3) If you strikeout in the first inning, focus on the next at-bat. Forget the past and move on. Regret never changed what already happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4) Never, ever ever give up. Regardless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love the taste of perseverance, especially in baseball. KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-1267502604113209406?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/1267502604113209406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=1267502604113209406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/1267502604113209406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/1267502604113209406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-because-im-losing-doesnt-mean-im.html' title='Just Because I&apos;m Losing, Doesn&apos;t Mean I&apos;m Lost...'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-9005043624023950748</id><published>2008-06-13T10:16:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T11:43:54.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beauty of June 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I can't help but reflect on the last 365 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been a long year. A mixture of the worst and the best year of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I'm so thankful for June 13 because it marks the beginning of &lt;em&gt;something new, something fresh, something right. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If it didn't happen, I wouldn't be able to give what I can today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But storms happen for a reason. Without a little rain, we'd never be able to fully appreciate the sunshine. Even though we may not always see the end of the downpour, we just have to keep walking until we see clear skies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-9005043624023950748?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/9005043624023950748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=9005043624023950748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/9005043624023950748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/9005043624023950748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/06/sad-hope-of-june-13.html' title='The Beauty of June 13'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-8412871453638265766</id><published>2008-06-09T11:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T14:23:58.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Wins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SE7GuB9P6gI/AAAAAAAAATA/PbAbfa3_E8Y/s1600-h/David_Ryan_Harris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210320313015855618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SE7GuB9P6gI/AAAAAAAAATA/PbAbfa3_E8Y/s320/David_Ryan_Harris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After sweating through sound check yesterday, I had the opportunity to meet David Ryan Harris. Without trying to be the typical 16 year old fan who goes crazy when meeting a musician, I felt like that little kid inside as I contemplated what to ask this social icon. You may not have heard about him (he's huge on the west coast) but right when you hear his music, you immediately feel something deep within your soul. It's quite beautiful, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We talked about what touring with JM is like, the difference between the east coast and the west coast, and where he gets his material. I asked him where he finds his inspiration for his music and he said "Well, musically - Stevie Wonder, lyrically - my wife."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want that to be my inspiration too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever watched couples interact in public? It's actually really funny if your timing is perfect. I was in the supermarket the other day and heard a couple arguing about grape vs. strawberry jelly. The wife asked what he liked more and after he said grape, she said "But we always have grape! I want strawberry" and it was in that exact moment I knew I had to tune in. After the wife argued more for the strawberry, I heard the husband yell "I don't even like jelly!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As funny as it is for me to watch couples fight, something needs to change. It seems to me that couples argue about the most trivial things and they don't realize how insignificant their fights become. So stop fighting about the jelly, and the "right" way to get to your friends house (when there's really many ways), and the restaurant where you go out to eat dinner. Life's too short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love wins. KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-8412871453638265766?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/8412871453638265766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=8412871453638265766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/8412871453638265766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/8412871453638265766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-wins.html' title='Love Wins'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SE7GuB9P6gI/AAAAAAAAATA/PbAbfa3_E8Y/s72-c/David_Ryan_Harris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-1792543140453853954</id><published>2008-05-30T15:36:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T13:25:18.464-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is so Damn Great</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Starting over has become my motivation, my inspiration, my life - and I've developed a deep sense of progression within me. It's quite refreshing to open up your hands and your heart to something (or perhaps someone) new. When you discover the method that works, all the others that didn't no longer matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's so exciting to look back and see the big picture. To see the reason why it all happened and to believe that you are more today than you were yesterday. The journey is absolutely amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So slow down. Take deep breaths. Spend a night with your thoughts and feelings in surround sound. Wear your heart on your sleeve and love others more everyday. Exercise patience with those who love you and those who don't. Don't be afraid to admit when you're wrong. Be peaceful, be compassionate, be kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you feel disappointed, tell someone who cares. When your turned on, hug them tighter than you ever did before - and don't let go. When you're in love, smile from ear to ear and don't ever let anyone take that away from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life is so damn great. KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-1792543140453853954?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/1792543140453853954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=1792543140453853954' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/1792543140453853954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/1792543140453853954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/05/life-is-so-damn-great.html' title='Life is so Damn Great'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-6640471005464778317</id><published>2008-05-30T11:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:56:11.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 100 Guitar Songs of All-time (Notice #84)</title><content type='html'>Check out this link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rollingstone.com/news/coverstory/20947527/page/2"&gt;http://www.rollingstone.com/news/coverstory/20947527/page/2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-6640471005464778317?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/6640471005464778317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=6640471005464778317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/6640471005464778317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/6640471005464778317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/05/top-100-guitar-songs-of-all-time-notice.html' title='Top 100 Guitar Songs of All-time (Notice #84)'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-3773772575394883617</id><published>2008-05-22T12:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T15:55:07.587-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Random Playlist of Sweetness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Come over, early in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just like a heat wave without warning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And when I touch you my heart begins to flutter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause you're smooth and creamy like peanut butter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm gonna flood you like a love river&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah, baby the postman is about to deliver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I cook you up some dinner, a little pasta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Listen to some music, a little rasta..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "Girl I Wanna Lay You Down" ALO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"And in the morning, when I rise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One question, that feels like the sun in my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am I making the most of this life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So much trouble and so much strife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And in my guilty hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Through all of my shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When all my love is run sour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have no one else to blame"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- "Make the Most" Brett Dennen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I will go in this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'll find my own way out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I won't tell you to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I'm coming to much more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why won't you run in the rain and play?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let the tears splash all over you..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- "#41" Dave Matthews Band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We live in a beautiful world&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah we do, yeah we do"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- "Don't Panic" Coldplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"No one, no one, no one can get in the way of what I'm feelin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No one, no one, no one can get in the way of what I feel for you..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- "No One" Alicia Keys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Why do I beg like a child for your candy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why do I come after you like I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "Angel" Dave Matthews Band&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I'm not listenin when you say 'Goodbye!'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- "Semi-Charmed Life" Third Eye Blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Don't look down, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't feast your eyes on the things that are on the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And if it gets hard to focus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you're traveling at the speed of sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feeling nowhere bound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Remember what I told you and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you dare look down..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "Don't Look Down" David Ryan Harris&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"If you could only see the way she loves me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then maybe you would understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why I feel this way about our love..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "If You Could Only See" Tonic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sweet like candy to my soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sweet you rock and sweet you roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lost for you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm so lost for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You come crash into me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "Crash Into Me" Dave Matthews Band&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Pain throws your heart to the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love turns the whole thing around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No, it won't all go the way it should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I know the heart of life is &lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "Heart of Life" John Mayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"May put your arms around me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What you feel is what you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And what you are is beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you wanna get married? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or run away?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "Slide" Goo Goo Dolls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"She is everything I need that I never knew I wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She is everything I want that I never knew I needed"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-"She Is" The Fray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"And the bright lights turn to night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Until the dawn it brings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another day to sing about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The magic that was you and me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause you and I both loved..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- " You and I Both" Jason Mraz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Come away with me and we'll kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On a mountaintop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Come away with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'll never stop loving you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "Come Away With Me" Norah Jones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I never thought I'd walk away from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I did&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a full sense of accomplishment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everytime I quit"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- "Pain" Jimmy Eat World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"It's really over, you made your stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You got me cryin, a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;s was your plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But when my lonliness is through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm gonna find another you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See when I was your lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No one else would do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But if I'm forced to find another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope she looks like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah but she's nicer too...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So go on baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Make your little get-away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My pride will keep me company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you just gave yours all away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I'm gonna dress myself for two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Once for me and one for someone new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm gonna do some things you wouldn't ever let me do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm gonna find another you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "I'm Gonna Find Another You" John Mayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is just a taste. KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-3773772575394883617?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/3773772575394883617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=3773772575394883617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/3773772575394883617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/3773772575394883617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/05/random-playlist-of-sweetness.html' title='A Random Playlist of Sweetness'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-5833826394908519111</id><published>2008-05-15T14:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T17:18:33.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Alright...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel the sense that we have all been disappointed in one way or another and we all need a little clarity in times of brokenness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With time comes repair, with distance comes vision. But healing must be intentional, it must be pursued. It is vital to put the past behind us and move forward with our lives: otherwise we give our power to the one who hurt us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I recently read that there's 121 million people struggling with depression worldwide. Refuse to suffer silently, I urge you to talk about it. Sometimes we can't get over it until we've been heard; so be heard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Losing someone you love is a process to go through; not a destination in which to wallow. We have to keep putting one foot in front of the other and hold our heads high. Dwelling on the negative isn't progression, it's only slowing us down. We're either getting closer to our destination or further away. We must let go of anything that separates us from the goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Learn to trust again, realize that they were only one fish in the entire ocean. Be cautious? Sure. But don't let a bad experience keep you from living life to the fullest. We can either go through life happy or disappointed - but the ball's in our court. We have the choice, the power, the ability to decide how we want to come out from under the ashes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So the question is very simple: How have you come out of the ashes? Do you need to let go of being bitter? Do you need to let the captive free, all the while realizing the entire time that the captive was you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-5833826394908519111?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/5833826394908519111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=5833826394908519111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/5833826394908519111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/5833826394908519111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/05/dreaming-with-broken-heartand-waking-to_15.html' title='It&apos;s Alright...'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-8515531806561172822</id><published>2008-05-14T18:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T18:53:56.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...Like A Cranberry/Vodka That Looks Much More Clear Than Red...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The only way to dream again is to wake up,&lt;br /&gt;The only way to be you is to be sincere,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The only way to feel again is to let love in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Much love to you all. KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-8515531806561172822?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/8515531806561172822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=8515531806561172822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/8515531806561172822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/8515531806561172822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/05/like-cranberryvodka-that-looks-much_14.html' title='...Like A Cranberry/Vodka That Looks Much More Clear Than Red...'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-1338125162808052529</id><published>2008-05-13T11:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T11:21:54.447-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To Write Love On Her Arms...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you're not familiar with the title of this post, check out this link. The story is beautiful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twloha.com/the_story.php"&gt;This is when grace and truth collide&lt;/a&gt;. KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-1338125162808052529?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/1338125162808052529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=1338125162808052529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/1338125162808052529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/1338125162808052529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/05/to-write-love-on-her-arms.html' title='To Write Love On Her Arms...'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-4301033530666701958</id><published>2008-05-01T16:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T10:21:51.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Morning of Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SBouX15OrdI/AAAAAAAAASo/umFHsMIYZ78/s1600-h/2049233526_358678b16e_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195516107264273874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 415px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="298" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SBouX15OrdI/AAAAAAAAASo/umFHsMIYZ78/s320/2049233526_358678b16e_b.jpg" width="417" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Four more exits to my apartment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I'm tempted to keep my car in drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And leave this all behind..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-4301033530666701958?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/4301033530666701958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=4301033530666701958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/4301033530666701958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/4301033530666701958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/05/morning-of-nostalgia.html' title='A Morning of Nostalgia'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SBouX15OrdI/AAAAAAAAASo/umFHsMIYZ78/s72-c/2049233526_358678b16e_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-1003686297861002668</id><published>2008-04-28T11:45:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T13:05:59.981-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Equation for Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life - Love = Zero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The best use of life is love. The best use of love is time. The best time to love is now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My senior year of college me and my buddies went down to Little Rock (Arkansas' pitiful version of a "city") and we were going to see a band play a show at a local venue. It was a cold, dark night in the middle of January - so cold in fact that we were all layered up. We parked our car a few blocks down from the place and on our way inside, we saw a woman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With tears streaming down her face, in a Coldplay's "Fix You" sort of way, she approached us begging for money. She had dark circles around her eyes as if she had just been in a bar fight. Her clothes smelled of alcohol, probably vodka, and I could see the tobacco stains underneath her finger nails. She did not smile, she did not introduce. She just cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I immediately thought about the woman in Luke 7. A well-known prostitute comes to Jesus begging for His love and after the Pharisees judge her, Jesus looks at Peter and says, "Do you see this woman?" I felt like Jesus was asking me the same question on that cold winter night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How could we (with any sense of integrity) walk by her and go enjoy our little concert? Think about this. Cover charge: $10. A couple beers: $15. An appetizer: $8. $33 that could go so much further than live music and beer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What would it look like if we all started making financial decisions that reflected our faith more than our selfishness? Brett Dennen, a reggae musician, says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"And there's enough wealth for everyone, but some have the most and the most have some. And there's enough food for us all to flourish, tell me why are so many malnourished? &lt;em&gt;You say there's weakness in an empty pocket, no. I'll tell you there's weakness in an empty heart."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So with those lyrics in mind, we walked with her, hand in hand, to buy her a meal &lt;em&gt;and to listen to her story&lt;/em&gt;. By the end of the night we served 5 other people who were searching for much more than a burger - we prayed with them and put them in a hotel for a night. This isn't told to boast, this is told to inspire, to evoke, to change. It's about time we stop living for materialism and we start living to give. When you give, you begin to live. When you serve, you begin to see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Whoever finds his life will lose it, whoever loses his life for my sake will find it." Matthew 10:39&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Keep following Him, He is the equation for truth. KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-1003686297861002668?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/1003686297861002668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=1003686297861002668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/1003686297861002668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/1003686297861002668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/04/equation-for-truth.html' title='An Equation for Truth'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-904099274452824113</id><published>2008-04-26T11:35:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T16:57:14.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wear A New Cologne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SBN-kV5OrbI/AAAAAAAAASU/vmw4stlwyQk/s1600-h/220-user_icon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193633958105886130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SBN-kV5OrbI/AAAAAAAAASU/vmw4stlwyQk/s320/220-user_icon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Merely &lt;em&gt;talking&lt;/em&gt; about change is inadequate, insufficient, and even at times worthless. That's why I have a hard time getting into politics. When's the last time a politician followed through on a promise? I need you to tell me the truth. I'd rather you tell me the truth and hurt me, than lie to me and let me find out another way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't tell me you'll change if you plan on settling for the way things are. If you say you're changing your smell, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;start wearing a new cologne.&lt;/span&gt; Walk down the path of what you don't know. And now I walk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't be afraid of change, embrace it. Don't walk away from the uncomfortable, access it. There's a big world out there with endless possibility and potential. The core of our spirit is fueled by the things we've never tried. What greater joy than to experience a new passion, a new sunset, a new horizon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All the blogging has been leading up to this: &lt;em&gt;the biggest change of all&lt;/em&gt;. It's time I wear a new cologne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I'm a new man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wear a new cologne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you wouldn't know me if your eyes were closed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know what you'll say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This won't last longer than the rest of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby you're wrong this time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're wrong.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;KL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-904099274452824113?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/904099274452824113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=904099274452824113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/904099274452824113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/904099274452824113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-wear-new-cologne.html' title='I Wear A New Cologne'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SBN-kV5OrbI/AAAAAAAAASU/vmw4stlwyQk/s72-c/220-user_icon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-7802719168331533730</id><published>2008-04-23T16:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T14:04:21.615-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Keep Us Where the Light Is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A quick note on my agenda these days:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love the ones that treat you right and walk away from the ones that don't. Hold the ones that embrace you and forget the ones that leave you empty-handed. Cherish the ones that tell you the truth and forget the ones that say your hair looks tight after busting you behind your back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No more walking around with a flashlight in the darkness, searching for some kind of remedy. Just keep us where the light is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When your hurt, remove the plastic smile. When someone serves you, show them you appreciate them. Let the woman at Target go ahead of you. When someone blows a kiss your way, let them know they put the color inside your world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Be who you are, regardless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes people will hurt you, they'll desert you, they'll take your soul if you let them...But don't you let them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;Always remember to give grace because we all need a little love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just keep us where the light is. KL.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-7802719168331533730?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/7802719168331533730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=7802719168331533730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/7802719168331533730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/7802719168331533730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-keep-us-where-light-is.html' title='Just Keep Us Where the Light Is...'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-5037776915092698607</id><published>2008-04-18T11:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T14:51:08.102-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohhh That's Why I Do That...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/jung.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's a link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; for the Myers-Briggs personality test. If you haven't tried it, it only takes 5 minutes. It will also shed some light on why we are the way we are and its funny to guess what other people are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God bless and bless God. KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-5037776915092698607?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/5037776915092698607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=5037776915092698607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/5037776915092698607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/5037776915092698607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/04/ohhh-thats-why-i-do-that.html' title='Ohhh That&apos;s Why I Do That...'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-8569837185888092914</id><published>2008-04-17T16:20:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T14:51:48.324-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Repair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SAfAkkPRlSI/AAAAAAAAASM/UmT6Ix3FAWY/s1600-h/background_green_trees1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190328830003352866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SAfAkkPRlSI/AAAAAAAAASM/UmT6Ix3FAWY/s320/background_green_trees1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"And now I'm walking in the park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And all of the birds they dance below me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe when things turn &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It will be good to say you know me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-jm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not together &lt;em&gt;but I'm getting there&lt;/em&gt;. KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-8569837185888092914?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/8569837185888092914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=8569837185888092914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/8569837185888092914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/8569837185888092914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/04/quote-for-spring.html' title='In Repair'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SAfAkkPRlSI/AAAAAAAAASM/UmT6Ix3FAWY/s72-c/background_green_trees1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-252037027675750241</id><published>2008-04-10T10:16:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T15:11:10.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/R_4ivD2vj0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/wKcN0VxNcws/s1600-h/Sign-Church-Kill-You.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187622012661501762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/R_4ivD2vj0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/wKcN0VxNcws/s320/Sign-Church-Kill-You.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/R_4iqj2vjzI/AAAAAAAAAQk/B3OWolNJYxQ/s1600-h/pinch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187621935352090418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/R_4iqj2vjzI/AAAAAAAAAQk/B3OWolNJYxQ/s320/pinch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/R_4imj2vjyI/AAAAAAAAAQc/wkZ0HBbWSiQ/s1600-h/billboard-comedy-fire-hazard-do-not-fart-in-the-forest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187621866632613666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/R_4imj2vjyI/AAAAAAAAAQc/wkZ0HBbWSiQ/s320/billboard-comedy-fire-hazard-do-not-fart-in-the-forest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/R_4iQj2vjxI/AAAAAAAAAQU/MK8Wozy0bZg/s1600-h/proct.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187621488675491602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/R_4iQj2vjxI/AAAAAAAAAQU/MK8Wozy0bZg/s320/proct.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/R_4hzD2vjwI/AAAAAAAAAQM/RwoX3WLmNhQ/s1600-h/kmart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187620981869350658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/R_4hzD2vjwI/AAAAAAAAAQM/RwoX3WLmNhQ/s320/kmart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187622077086011218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/R_4iyz2vj1I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/9F7poDIAP58/s320/shouting-oh-god-church-billboard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Much love to you all. KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-252037027675750241?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/252037027675750241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=252037027675750241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/252037027675750241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/252037027675750241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/04/better-than-ive-ever-been.html' title='Seriously?'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/R_4ivD2vj0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/wKcN0VxNcws/s72-c/Sign-Church-Kill-You.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-8951703933115167667</id><published>2008-04-04T11:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T15:09:12.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing the Map</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/R_Ze5VEtxTI/AAAAAAAAANM/HkYLOKeeIgU/s1600-h/alaska.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185436359966180658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/R_Ze5VEtxTI/AAAAAAAAANM/HkYLOKeeIgU/s320/alaska.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder how many times I've been asked, "So what's your plan for your life?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This question implies the idea &lt;em&gt;that we have to&lt;/em&gt; have a plan, a focus, an idea of where we're going. however, making plans for the future isn't the problem - it's when the plan becomes the focus and the destination is lost. we get so hung up on forcing "our way" of arrival and we forget that perhaps there's more than one way to cross the country, more than one way to find happiness, more than one way to become who we are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How about we lean less on the plan and more on this plan: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;plan to be surprised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There is a structure to no structure, a plan to no plan, a direction to no direction. But there's also flexibility, independence, free-will, spontaneity, and liberation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;How beautiful is the feeling of freedom? How wonderful the sight of closing the map? How exhilarating to rely on instinct?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes our plans fall apart and we need to be prepared. People break promises, they walk away when we least expect it. But maybe we just need to learn to broaden our horizons. We make plans that we think are so right but in reality, are so wrong. They slowly begin to collapse and we need to have the sensibility to change our direction to something with more stability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Plan B has become far more significant, beneficial, and exciting. But here's the point: D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;on't rely on plan B either. Just plan to be surprised. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Using the compass instead of the itinerary. KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-8951703933115167667?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/8951703933115167667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=8951703933115167667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/8951703933115167667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/8951703933115167667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/04/closing-map.html' title='Closing the Map'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/R_Ze5VEtxTI/AAAAAAAAANM/HkYLOKeeIgU/s72-c/alaska.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-3922332335581125377</id><published>2008-04-02T22:12:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T17:24:39.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Before Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Before I continue reading "Into the Wild," and eventually go to bed, I need to share this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At first glance we all try to come across as having our shit together - our dreams, our goals, our careers, our relationships, our lives. But the more we are willing to be authentic, the more we see that we have all gone through seasons (plural for a reason) of disappointment, self-doubt, confusion, insecurity, self-consciousness and maybe even depression.  And that's okay, just keep me where the light is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-3922332335581125377?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/3922332335581125377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=3922332335581125377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/3922332335581125377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/3922332335581125377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/04/best-c-group-ever.html' title='Before Bed'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-7718979149936314282</id><published>2008-03-31T13:37:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T15:14:25.672-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons From Christopher McCandless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/R_FBZVEtxSI/AAAAAAAAANE/eq_8v0NhUA4/s1600-h/chris.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183996549489607970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/R_FBZVEtxSI/AAAAAAAAANE/eq_8v0NhUA4/s320/chris.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I recently watched "Into the Wild" and it left me with more questions than answers. Theres nuggets of truth scattered throughout this film that I'd like to share. It's infused with an expansive, somewhat optimistic sense of potential and possibility: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I know how important it is in life not necessarily to be strong but to feel strong." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-It's important to realize that emotional strength is so much more valuble than other forms of "strength." The question is, what is it that makes us "feel strong?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Society man, society! Cause you know what I don't understand? I don't understand why people, &lt;em&gt;why every damn person is so bad to each other so often&lt;/em&gt;. It doesnt make sense to me. judgement, control, the whole spectrum."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Why are we so selfish? Why are we so impatient? When are we going to come to realize that the way of Jesus is the original way we were made to live? When are we going to see that humility is better than arrogance, that sympathy is better than judgement, that love is better than apathy? Ya know chris, I don't understand it either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"When you forgive, you love, and when you love God shines His light on you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-How many of us walk around holding grudges against people? Why can't we just let go? If we only knew the potential of life, happiness, and freedom when we forgive. Did you know that the original meaning of the word "forgive" involves liberation of slaves? But think about this: perhaps forgiveness is more about liberating the master than liberating the slave? Ironically, when we don't forgive, we become the one carrying the extra luggage, the one captured with resentment, we become the slave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Happiness only real when shared."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-To me, this is the essence of this movie and more importantly, life. sharing experiences, progression, victories, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and even disappointments with fellow travelers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Rather than love, than money, than fame, than fairness, give me truth."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservatism, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, &lt;em&gt;but in reality nothing is more dangerous to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future.&lt;/em&gt; The very basic core of a man's living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-There are far too many of us walking around this world with no intention, no purpose, no passion. We settle into our lives of security and we miss the exhilaration of the unknown, the adventure. Stop ordering the grilled chicken sandwich and the caesar salad. Try the obscure. taste it, live it, be it. Find something new to be passionate about. Live for more than a salary, a new house, or a new car. Joy comes from our encounter with new experiences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The movie is more effective, try it. KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-7718979149936314282?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/7718979149936314282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=7718979149936314282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/7718979149936314282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/7718979149936314282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/03/lessons-from-christopher-mccandless.html' title='Lessons From Christopher McCandless'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/R_FBZVEtxSI/AAAAAAAAANE/eq_8v0NhUA4/s72-c/chris.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-5857973385724043874</id><published>2008-03-26T10:26:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T15:14:36.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Feel It, You Know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/R-ps_VEtxJI/AAAAAAAAAL4/UryTceNj3VE/s1600-h/LoveWins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182074156487656594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/R-ps_VEtxJI/AAAAAAAAAL4/UryTceNj3VE/s320/LoveWins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ya know, life is so beautiful. It's such a wonderful mixture and it's the &lt;em&gt;mixture&lt;/em&gt; that makes it what it is. With this realization on the forefront, I'm gonna wake up every morning and celebrate life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes I wish I grew up in the 60's so I could be a hippie because &lt;em&gt;hippies really understand truth at its core&lt;/em&gt;: love for all people, places, and things - regardless. They make life so simple - I think we make it too complicated. Enough working for "the man" and just paying bills with our lives. Sometimes I think about leaving everything behind and spending my savings on a flight to a beautiful island and living with the natives...and just breathing it all in, &lt;em&gt;realizing theres more to life than accumulating more stuff.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We need to come together and rise above the hatred&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; I wonder, will we? Will we become peaceful, forgiving, hopeful, loving? We all need a little healing and a lot of love. I've learned that if you give it, it will all be returned. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but it's on the horizon. So dont worry, let's come together and rise above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's something incredible that happens when you forgive, perhaps its more about &lt;em&gt;releasing the innocent&lt;/em&gt; than about freeing the guilty. When you forgive, you love (both others and yourself) - you let go of the bitterness, the anger, the pain. Don't go through life carrying the bags of other travelers -don't carry more luggage than you have to, there's too much positivity to waste it. Make the most of this life - let go of the regret, the shame, the mask. Let's make the most because...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's people on the streets, children with no fathers, daughters with no mothers. There's just so much potential, possibility, opportunity to give back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I believe love can set us free, the question is will we let it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-5857973385724043874?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/5857973385724043874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=5857973385724043874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/5857973385724043874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/5857973385724043874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-you-feel-it-you-know.html' title='When You Feel It, You Know...'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/R-ps_VEtxJI/AAAAAAAAAL4/UryTceNj3VE/s72-c/LoveWins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-2701169693922478358</id><published>2008-03-24T14:52:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T17:04:56.638-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine A Man...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Imagine a man who is confident yet humble, honest yet sensitive, authentic yet encouraging. A man who &lt;em&gt;listens more than He actually speaks&lt;/em&gt;. A man who is direct in speech, caring in nature, and loving in heart. He realizes there's a time for light humor, but also a time for deep talks into the night. A man who always puts relationships above work, and a man who thinks with his heart and feels with his mind - and He &lt;em&gt;isn't afraid to follow a perfect mixture of both&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A man who loves everyone - regardless of race, gender, or appearance. A man who walks two miles when you ask him to walk one. A man who thinks about others before himself. He always tells the truth, always sticks to His commitments, and always forgives - no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's what I'm goin for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-2701169693922478358?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/2701169693922478358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=2701169693922478358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/2701169693922478358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/2701169693922478358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/03/imagine-man.html' title='Imagine A Man...'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-6328367688711223649</id><published>2008-03-20T17:53:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T15:49:59.518-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet Song of Life - Equilibrium</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/R-LjHlEtxHI/AAAAAAAAALo/N7KKutFRNOw/s1600-h/prohibition.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179952240779969650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/R-LjHlEtxHI/AAAAAAAAALo/N7KKutFRNOw/s320/prohibition.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Songs have a final note, vacations have a flight home, flowers wither, ice cream has calories, monopoly has "go to jail", sunsets become darkness, love has a final kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I used to be such an optimist (and even though to some extent, I still am) I'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;m searching for the balance between positivism and &lt;em&gt;realism&lt;/em&gt;, idealism and &lt;em&gt;rationalism&lt;/em&gt; - and the beauty of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bittersweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've recently been thinking about &lt;em&gt;balance&lt;/em&gt; and I've decided to stop drinking alcohol for 3 months. March 18-June 18. But not because it's wrong but because it can be. Not because it's in control but because you have to know and feel &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you're in control&lt;/span&gt; - know with your mind and feel with your heart. I want to be able to say "no" with the same certainty with which I say "yes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is my attempt at equilibrium: It's been quite a beautiful journey since June but He's just getting started...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks for listening. KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-6328367688711223649?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/6328367688711223649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=6328367688711223649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/6328367688711223649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/6328367688711223649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/03/bittersweet-song-of-life-equilibrium_20.html' title='Bittersweet Song of Life - Equilibrium'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/R-LjHlEtxHI/AAAAAAAAALo/N7KKutFRNOw/s72-c/prohibition.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-1325364874599752143</id><published>2008-03-14T10:55:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T16:16:53.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Put That In Your Pipe And Smoke It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/R9_iZ-myLfI/AAAAAAAAALY/9aH9ukhUfbY/s1600-h/Spring+Break+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179107032429637106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/R9_iZ-myLfI/AAAAAAAAALY/9aH9ukhUfbY/s320/Spring+Break+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I spent the last week traveling the west coast with some real cool kids and I'd like to share some things I &lt;em&gt;realized,&lt;/em&gt; some things that need to be on the forefront:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that laughter truly is the best medicine, so be able to laugh at yourself. I realized that traveling opens up windows you've never seen before. People start being &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; when you live with them, so take a trip. I realized that &lt;em&gt;happiness is only real when shared&lt;/em&gt;, that connection is better than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that there's a time and a place for schedules and itineraries but sometimes we need to put the map back in the glove box and just drive. Planning every step of the way becomes more of a hassle than a vacation and before we know it, we're missing the forest from the trees. Let's keep our options open, you never know who you'll meet, connect with, laugh with, etc. I realized the importance of progressing to new things, new places, and especially new people. Talk to the sweet old woman in the store, the middle aged man selling t-shirts, and the kid playing at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that walking away can be the best decision you've ever made, so stick to it. Don't look back, keep pushing forward to the potential, the future, the unknown. Believe me when I tell you that sometimes the best feels the worst but the better will be so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that drawing on someone while they're sleeping results in getting tossed off a boat into freezing cold water. I realized that it's important to remember your towel when getting a shower. I realized that laying on the beach for an entire day can actually be very productive. I realized that nothing worth anything is ever easy: you can't sit at a blackjack table and make millions, life just doesn't work that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that the heart of life is good. It's certainly not a silver platter but life is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-1325364874599752143?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/1325364874599752143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=1325364874599752143' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/1325364874599752143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/1325364874599752143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/03/put-that-in-your-pipe-and-smoke-it.html' title='Put That In Your Pipe And Smoke It'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/R9_iZ-myLfI/AAAAAAAAALY/9aH9ukhUfbY/s72-c/Spring+Break+065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-1197770146019643447</id><published>2008-03-04T11:58:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T16:22:47.031-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Know If the Juice Is Worth the Squeeze</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ever been in the grocery store, squeeze a fruit, and think you got the steal of the year? The most succulent fruit of the bunch. You anticipate rushing to the kitchen, cutting it open, and enjoying the freshness on your palate. And in that moment, something potentially dangerous happens: &lt;em&gt;expectation&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then you get home and take the first bite, only to find out it tastes worse than britney's comeback performance at the 2007 VMA's. You feel disappointed as you walk away, somewhat curious as to why we set such unrealistic expectations for ourselves. I'm learning a few things about life that I need to share. It's very simple, but it's essential for us to get through this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1) Fruit isn'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;t always as good as it appears, things aren't always as they seem, people aren't always who they claim to be. A major part of life involves deciding who to trust and who to hold at a distance, who to be exposed to and who to block off, who to believe and who to doubt - &lt;em&gt;it's all about discernment&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2) Don't just take her word for it, wait till she earns it. Please believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3) Stop squeezing the fruit that's lost its flavor, try another. &lt;em&gt;Always know if the juice is worth the squeeze&lt;/em&gt; and if it's not, move on to another fruit. Don't fear the fruit you've never squeezed, the unknown, the brand new. Squeeze it, see what it tastes like. You'll never know if you don't try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;May we all realize that expectations arent necessarily wrong but they have the potential to set us up for disappointment, frustration, and even failure. So be careful what you assume, what you promise, and what you believe. Put your faith in the One who might let you sink, &lt;em&gt;but who will never let you drown.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Moving to the next fruit. KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-1197770146019643447?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/1197770146019643447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=1197770146019643447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/1197770146019643447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/1197770146019643447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/03/always-know-if-juice-is-worth-squeeze.html' title='Always Know If the Juice Is Worth the Squeeze'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-162349079766046950</id><published>2008-02-16T11:12:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T15:45:27.975-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit on 19, Trust Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As I travel along my Continuum, there's a new man being developed. One who no longer settles for mediocrity, colorless, uninspired, etc. One who doesn't stick with something just because it's familiar. One who hits on 19 because he knows blackjack is on its way, even if it's not tonight, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's coming.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One who sees the potential, the drive, the light at the end of the tunnel and joy of being an adventurer. One who listens more often than he speaks and one who isn't afraid to admit when he's wrong. One who always puts relationships above everything. One who is more concerned about diamonds on the inside than on the outside. And one who chooses to use the oven rather than the microwave, if it takes longer it will taste much, much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hit on 19 and got the deuce. KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-162349079766046950?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/162349079766046950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=162349079766046950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/162349079766046950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/162349079766046950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/02/hit-on-19-trust-me.html' title='Hit on 19, Trust Me'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-3938613357115591429</id><published>2008-02-14T18:49:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T17:12:20.327-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Intellect - Imagination</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"It is the marriage of the soul with nature that makes the intellect fruitful, and gives birth to imagination." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Henry David Thoreau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/R7TUBtKH36I/AAAAAAAAAKk/E5oZ2v8Nrx0/s1600-h/Nature_Mountains__000647_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166987798267813794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/R7TUBtKH36I/AAAAAAAAAKk/E5oZ2v8Nrx0/s320/Nature_Mountains__000647_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-3938613357115591429?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/3938613357115591429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=3938613357115591429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/3938613357115591429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/3938613357115591429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/02/intellect-imagination.html' title='Intellect - Imagination'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/R7TUBtKH36I/AAAAAAAAAKk/E5oZ2v8Nrx0/s72-c/Nature_Mountains__000647_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-5721113757086277953</id><published>2008-02-13T18:15:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T15:40:21.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lesson Beneath It All</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Through failure we understand the value of success; through ignorance, the value of wisdom; through illness, the value of health; through arrogance, the value of humility; through hunger, the value of food; through downpour, the value of sunshine; through labor, the value of rest; through noise, the value of silence; through pain, the value of healing; through emptiness, the value of wholeness; through turbulence, the value of calm; through war, the value of peace; through hate, the value of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-5721113757086277953?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/5721113757086277953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=5721113757086277953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/5721113757086277953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/5721113757086277953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/02/lesson-beneath-it-all.html' title='The Lesson Beneath It All'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-5103042079721480475</id><published>2008-02-08T02:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T17:30:55.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flavors of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is it just me or are there so many vanilla flavors out there? I'm uninterested with the ordinary, standard, expected, average, vanilla. I know I don't have all the flavors but &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; wanna meet a brand new flavor, like fresh out of the fridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; I go to her and talk about the Strawberry Banana Rendezvous from Coldstone Creamery and she just got back from Piggly Wiggly sayin, "Oh, you mean just Strawberry? I might be able to throw a few sprinkles on it..." but I don't even prefer sprinkles.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanna have some dynamic flavors on my tongue but I also wanna keep some of the best flavors up my sleeve, save 'em for later. You don't start a show with the best song ya got, start 'em with enough to keep 'em coming back for more. But hold onto the legitimate, keep 'em waiting, wanting, wishing...for that one encore everyone hoped to hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I'm looking for my Strawberry Banana Rendezvous, &lt;em&gt;I'll know her when I taste her,&lt;/em&gt; cause she won't taste like Vanilla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stay intrigued. KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-5103042079721480475?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/5103042079721480475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=5103042079721480475' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/5103042079721480475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/5103042079721480475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/02/flavor-of-life.html' title='Flavors of Life'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-8298635745612638235</id><published>2008-02-06T15:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T18:18:55.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That's What She Said!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/R_qV81EtxfI/AAAAAAAAAOs/jNHd-4Cd3dQ/s1600-h/070201_office_vsml_730a.widec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186622793142093298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/R_qV81EtxfI/AAAAAAAAAOs/jNHd-4Cd3dQ/s320/070201_office_vsml_730a.widec.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes ya just gotta take a break from the journey and just sit back and laugh your ass off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dwight: "The purse girl hits everything on my checklist: creamy skin, straight teeth, curly hair, amazing breasts. Not for me...for my children. The Schrutes produce very thirsty babies."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Michael: "I live by one rule: No office romances, no way. Very messy, inappropriate...no. But, I live by another rule: Just do it... Nike."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pam: "If I have to do this, based on stereotypes that are totally not true and I do not agree with, you would maybe not be a very good driver."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dwight: "Oh man! Am I a woman?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jim: "I definitely overhear some wedding preparation, but, I’m fine with it. She hears me arranging my social life. And we both have to hear Dwight order deer urine over the internet, so it evens out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Michael: "Yes. It is true. I, Michael Scott, am signing up with an online dating service. Thousands of people have done it, and I am going to do it. I need a username, and... I have a great one! 'Little Kid Lover'. That way people will know exactly where my priorities are at."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Michael: "I am a victim of a hate crime. I think Stanley knows what I’m talking about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stanley: "That's not what a hate crime is."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Michael Scott: "Well I hated it! A lot!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Michael: "Toby is in HR, which technically means he works for corporate, so he's really not a part of our family. Also, he's divorced, so he's really not a part of his family." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jim: "Does that include 'that's what she said'?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Michael: "Mmhh, yes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jim: "Wow that is really hard. You really think you can go all day long? Well, you always left me satisfied and smiling."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Michael: "THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dwight: "Due to a recent incident involving Phyllis, a man, a map, and his penis, I think you know what I'm referring to, Michael has authorized me to form an emergency anti-flashing task force."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jim: "Question. Won't that interfere with your other task forces?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dwight: "Answer: No. Because this is being given priority one. This is a petition to upgrade the security cameras, as well as install two floodlights in the parking lot. And I know what you're thinking. Won't that just shed more light on the penises. But that is a risk we have to take."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Michael: "Bros before hos. Why? Because your bros are always there for you. They have your back, after your ho rips your heart out for no good reason. And you were nothing but great to your ho. And you told her she was the only ho for you. And that she was better than all the other hos in the world. And then suddenly she's not your ho no mo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Michael: "My worst birthday? When I was seven, my mother hired a pony to come to my house for all the kids. And I got a really bad rash. From the pony. And all the kids got to ride the pony. And I had to go inside, and my mother was rubbing cream on me, for probably three hours, and I never came outside. And by the time I got out, the pony was already in the truck and around the corner. So that was my worst birthday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Laughter is an instant vacation. KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-8298635745612638235?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/8298635745612638235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=8298635745612638235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/8298635745612638235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/8298635745612638235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/02/thats-what-she-said.html' title='That&apos;s What She Said!'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/R_qV81EtxfI/AAAAAAAAAOs/jNHd-4Cd3dQ/s72-c/070201_office_vsml_730a.widec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-1436699378132292781</id><published>2008-02-04T13:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T18:30:03.067-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything I'm Not, Made Me Everything I Am</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/R6nwoOyU5fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-AA8QHF0xpM/s1600-h/09000d5d80680da5_gallery_600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163923021711599090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/R6nwoOyU5fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-AA8QHF0xpM/s320/09000d5d80680da5_gallery_600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even if they tried, Hollywood couldn't write a better script.  The inconsistent underdog comes to town to face the squad that has been talked about all season long as the "greatest team ever assembled."  Their record surely showed it, a flawless 18-0, except they don't play 18 games in a season and it doesn't matter how well you play the first 42 minutes if you collapse in the last 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The beauty of this story is that Tom Brady is the quintessential 2 minute warning killer. It's expected that if he gets the ball with a couple minutes left, he's going to seize the moment like a pure veteran.  But not this time, not this night.  This was Eli's moment to shine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And damn, did he ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Down 14-10, 1:15 left in the 4th quarter, 3rd and 5, and on their own 44 yard line, everyone counted them out. Especially after the protection broke down and Eli had 3 behemoth lineman up in his grill.  But Eli somehow escaped their pursuit and tossed up a prayer to David Tyree, a back-up wide receiver (who actually had more tackles than receptions this season).  Do you see the irony here?  The "guy who couldn't get it done in the playoffs"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; completes the biggest play of his career to a guy who didn't start all year long against the best team in football, statistically speaking.  Hey non-football fans, stay with me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When the Giants scored, everyone at our super bowl party went crazy.  Maybe it was the beer, maybe it was the liquor, or maybe it was just the longing we all have deep within us to cheer for the scrawny kid who everyone overlooks, excludes, underestimates.  Whatever it was, it was legit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eli protrayed what a leader does when the storm hits, when victory seems improbable, when most people throw in the white towel.  After the game Eli said, &lt;em&gt;"You want to have the ball in your hands. you have to score a touchdown.  That's where you want to be, a chance to win the game.  Everybody stepped up and made huge plays."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not only did he lead his team like a champ, but like any class act, he unselfishly praised &lt;em&gt;the team&lt;/em&gt;.  It was also really cool to see Peyton cheering with such passion, intensity, and genuine excitement, especially knowing that he was in the spotlight last year.  Cheers to the Manning brothers, to fiesty underdogs, and to those who aren't afraid of taking a chance.  So, what's the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't allow people to limit your capabilities, potential, progression, legitimacy, adequacy, self-worth, etc. Visionaries believe in themselves long before anyone else ever truly does.  We all have moments in our lives when 3 defensive lineman are chasing us, but its in &lt;em&gt;that moment&lt;/em&gt; when we are engulfed by pressure, catastrophe, and adversity from all sides, than and only than, are we able to see reality, character, and authenticity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyone can throw a touchdown with no defensive rush or defensive back.  Anyone can be thankful for the sunshine, the hammock, the cake walk.  Who doesn't enjoy the silver platter?  Here's the question: What do you do when you're down 14-10, 1:15 left, 3rd and 5, and you're almost sacked?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Toss up a prayer.  KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-1436699378132292781?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/1436699378132292781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=1436699378132292781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/1436699378132292781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/1436699378132292781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/02/everything-im-not-made-me-everything-i.html' title='Everything I&apos;m Not, Made Me Everything I Am'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/R6nwoOyU5fI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-AA8QHF0xpM/s72-c/09000d5d80680da5_gallery_600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-330395288242645450</id><published>2008-02-03T16:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T15:36:50.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's to all who are motivated by their own individual aspirations rather than by the fear of not living up to everyone else's assumptions, expectations, and demands. To all who march to the beat of their own drum, with the profound realization that they are becoming something greater and more efficient than they are today. To all who refuse to degrade the uncoordinated kid who always got hit first in dodge-ball just because all the "cool" kids thought it was hilarious. It really wasn't. To all who disregard the safe "marked trail" and decide to explore treasures unknown, who confidently approach the mountain they've never climbed before. To the guy who's aware that it's better to be single and searching rather than taken and miserable, so he respectfully walks away. To the direct yet sensitive, the forgiving yet just, the confident yet humble, the bold yet peaceful, the adventurous yet discerning, the driven yet patient, the transparent yet intriguing. &lt;em&gt;T&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;o all who say "no" with the same certainty with which they say "yes"...here's to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to be like you. KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-330395288242645450?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/330395288242645450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=330395288242645450' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/330395288242645450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/330395288242645450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/02/cheers.html' title='Cheers!'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-243667160792116132</id><published>2008-02-03T15:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T18:34:48.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Abba's Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;May all your expectations be diminished, all your organizations be vanquished, all your presuppositions be lost into complete nothingness, so that you may experience the helplessness of being Abba's Child.  May you celebrate experiencing the love of the one who has no beginning, no middle, and no end.  He is the Almighty and He will carry you through the storm to the other side on dry ground.  Especially when your dreams are shattered, your investments crash, and you finally accumulate enough courage to walk on water but you begin to question, doubt, and even sink.  &lt;em&gt;In that delicate moment, you will experience what it truly means to be Abba's child.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm on a journey, a work in progress, and He's just begun.  KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-243667160792116132?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/243667160792116132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=243667160792116132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/243667160792116132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/243667160792116132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/02/abbas-child_6452.html' title='Abba&apos;s Child'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-984707171568979080</id><published>2008-01-31T18:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T15:35:25.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is My Reaffirmation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna move on&lt;br /&gt;with the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...because yesterday's shutting down. Everyday we have another opportunity to reconstruct and reassemble who we are becoming. I love fresh starts, clean slates, new beginnings. That's why I cherish springtime, I love to see things come back to life, and I can sense my plant starting to blossom again. This is my reaffirmation: I'm &lt;em&gt;gonna&lt;/em&gt; move on with the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out David Ryan Harris - Yesterday's Shutting Down. KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-984707171568979080?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/984707171568979080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=984707171568979080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/984707171568979080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/984707171568979080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-my-reaffirmation.html' title='This Is My Reaffirmation'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-5513546014089148571</id><published>2008-01-30T11:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T18:37:44.614-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Borders Parking Lot - Say</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night I had the privilege of going to Borders with a sweet girl and we read through some books on different dog breeds of every kind.  After the wonderful puppy talk, we were walking out and got into a brief, but somewhat deep discussion about candidness, sincerity, adherence, directness, reliability, straightforwardness, etc.  And I'd like to SAY a few things on that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't SAY you'll never leave when you've already bought the flight, don't SAY you're along for the ride when you've already mapped out another road, don't SAY you'll always love me after just telling him the same.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't build me up, just to watch me break. just SAY what you need to SAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"It's better to SAY too much, than never have to SAY what you need to SAY again." -JM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Keep fighting, it's coming around.  KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-5513546014089148571?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/5513546014089148571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=5513546014089148571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/5513546014089148571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/5513546014089148571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/01/borders-parking-lot.html' title='Borders Parking Lot - Say'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-8740517531200436384</id><published>2008-01-24T16:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:29:57.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brewsky - Amazing Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/R568wuyU5AI/AAAAAAAAABc/iIG9dhBvN0Q/s1600-h/DSCN0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160769768392025090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/R568wuyU5AI/AAAAAAAAABc/iIG9dhBvN0Q/s320/DSCN0119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A few months ago, I finally did it. I took the plunge. I've wanted to for years but I never had the flexibility to go through with it.  However, I've learned so much since...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I bought my first dog. His name is Brewsky and he's a 4 month old lemon beagle. The best part of my day involves coming home from work and being greeted by him. Sometimes he almost knocks me over and he's less than 20 lbs. He constantly makes me laugh and I absolutely love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But he screws up, a lot. Sometimes he does stuff that's really annoying like chewing up my laptop charger or my cell phone or my books. He recently tore apart my favorite flip flops, which kinda pissed me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160768179254125538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/R567UOyU4-I/AAAAAAAAABM/VQ1gNwRCWBQ/s320/DSCN0124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But here's whats so intriguing. Brewsky messes up again and again, but everyday I wake up and I love him just as much (if not more) as I did the day before. Regardless of how he acts, I love him. T&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;here's nothing he can do to make me love him more and there's nothing he can do to make me love him less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm learning a little taste of what God's love for us is like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-8740517531200436384?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/8740517531200436384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=8740517531200436384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/8740517531200436384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/8740517531200436384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/01/brewsky.html' title='Brewsky - Amazing Grace'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/R568wuyU5AI/AAAAAAAAABc/iIG9dhBvN0Q/s72-c/DSCN0119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622562204519538041.post-6665314072506058599</id><published>2008-01-24T12:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:24:10.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday, my buddy and I went on a hike and I realized something insightful. Whether I spend a week and hike to the bottom of the Grand Canyon or spend a couple hours and hike in Green Lane, I always walk out of the woods with a new sense of awe towards God and His wonderful creation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our lives are so busy and I was reminded today about the importance of slowing down and experiencing beauty. It's so easy to just go through the routine of life without stopping to inhale what God created.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm going to stop doing so much and start enjoying myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1622562204519538041-6665314072506058599?l=landiskyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/feeds/6665314072506058599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1622562204519538041&amp;postID=6665314072506058599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/6665314072506058599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622562204519538041/posts/default/6665314072506058599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://landiskyle.blogspot.com/2008/01/connecting-nature-god.html' title='Nature'/><author><name>Landis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07586074207176296784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCDSZgpoEPM/SYpATiXNZDI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QBdxF5pdeQ/S220/IMG_0903.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
