<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss xmlns:xsi="http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema-instance" xmlns:xsd="http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema" version="2.0"><channel><title>SH80 Articles - Brought to you by JoeUser</title><link>http://sh-80.joeuser.com/rss/articles</link><copyright>© 2006 - 2008 Stardock Corporation. All rights reserved.</copyright><description>Musings from a liberally conserative idealistic realist</description><language>en-us</language><pubDate>2008-07-24T14:52:16</pubDate><lastBuildDate>2008-07-24T14:52:16</lastBuildDate><docs>http://cyber.law.harvard.edu/rss/rss.html</docs><generator>Stardock Rss Generator v1.0, Andrew Powell</generator><managingEditor>info@stardock.com</managingEditor><webMaster>apowell@stardock.com</webMaster><item><author>SH80</author><comments>http://sh-80.joeuser.com/article/318774</comments><description><![CDATA[I&rsquo;ve spent the morning trying not to feel my feelings. My feelings hurt. &nbsp;I put down my guitar and broke down after playing the song, It&rsquo;s Been A While, by Staind. If I had to pick a favorite song, it would be my choice. A stanza within the lyrics speaks to me each time I hear it whether from the voice of the band or from my own utterance&hellip;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &ldquo;And everything I can&rsquo;t remember&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;...]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">http://sh-80.joeuser.com/article/318774</guid><link>http://sh-80.joeuser.com/article/318774</link><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 10:52:16 -0400</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2008-07-24T14:52:16</pubDateParsed><title>He Did the Best He Could for Me</title></item><item><author>SH80</author><comments>http://sh-80.joeuser.com/article/318730</comments><description><![CDATA[Thoughts of the unknown gather in the hidden alleys of my mind lingering in the darkness like thieves waiting for an unsuspecting victim to unwittingly take their path. Obscured by the shadows, they* lie invisible to the unadjusted eye. They stalk their prey waiting for the moment to pounce and take the physical possessions they seek, indifferent to the pilfering of the soul that will be left apprehensive at even the slightest hint of this realm or any area that resembles it forevermore. The unk...]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">http://sh-80.joeuser.com/article/318730</guid><link>http://sh-80.joeuser.com/article/318730</link><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 10:52:16 -0400</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2008-07-24T14:52:16</pubDateParsed><title>Anxiety</title></item><item><author>SH80</author><comments>http://sh-80.joeuser.com/article/316167</comments><description><![CDATA[A fellow JU offered the following comment on a previous blog I&rsquo;d written: &nbsp;&ldquo;Men get married expecting their wives not to change and are usually disappointed. Women get married expecting to change their husbands and are always disappointed.&rdquo;&nbsp;This led to an engaging conversation between my wife and I. We agreed that this statement was a generalization, but with any generalized statement, there lies a lot of truth. We explored this remark from a male and female perspecti...]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">http://sh-80.joeuser.com/article/316167</guid><link>http://sh-80.joeuser.com/article/316167</link><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 10:52:16 -0400</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2008-07-24T14:52:16</pubDateParsed><title>To Change or Not to Change in Marriage</title></item><item><author>SH80</author><comments>http://sh-80.joeuser.com/article/314418</comments><description><![CDATA[Does God really care? I find myself at a crossroads in life [professionally], in which I want to know if God is truly interested. In our quiet time together this morning, my wife read to me an excerpt in which the author wrestled with this very question. Is He interested in me personally? Or is He busy with &ldquo;real&rdquo; problems? My issue is nominal next to people in foreign countries who wonder if they will eat today, who wonder if they will be murdered by insurgents, who wonder if they w...]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">http://sh-80.joeuser.com/article/314418</guid><link>http://sh-80.joeuser.com/article/314418</link><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 10:52:16 -0400</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2008-07-24T14:52:16</pubDateParsed><title>Does God Really Care?</title></item><item><author>SH80</author><comments>http://sh-80.joeuser.com/article/310125</comments><description><![CDATA[I&rsquo;ve added a new curse word to my vocabulary: &ldquo;weed eater.&rdquo; After yesterday&rsquo;s attempt at manicuring my lawn and subsequent outbursts, I&rsquo;m confident that Webster would readily incorporate its usage into American slang alongside its other entries usually reserved for four-letter words. Of course, my use of the word &ldquo;weed eater&rdquo; was accompanied by several of those existing four-letter descriptors already recognized by Webster. I&rsquo;m fairly certain that ...]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">http://sh-80.joeuser.com/article/310125</guid><link>http://sh-80.joeuser.com/article/310125</link><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 10:52:16 -0400</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2008-07-24T14:52:16</pubDateParsed><title>The Newest Curse Word...   Weed Eater</title></item><item><author>SH80</author><comments>http://sh-80.joeuser.com/article/309394</comments><description><![CDATA[Right now, my insides feel like the computer desktop screensaver with the pipes that twist and turn at all angles in a breakneck pace. While I stare blankly at the onscreen pipes that overwhelm my senses, my innards twist and flail with contradictory feelings that overcome my sensibilities. I&rsquo;m trying to understand my feelings but keeping pace with the thoughts that come and go is difficult. I&rsquo;ve always thought of myself as a living contradiction in terms&hellip;an idealistic realist...]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">http://sh-80.joeuser.com/article/309394</guid><link>http://sh-80.joeuser.com/article/309394</link><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 10:52:16 -0400</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2008-07-24T14:52:16</pubDateParsed><title>A Living Contradiction in Terms</title></item><item><author>SH80</author><comments>http://sh-80.joeuser.com/article/308828</comments><description><![CDATA[One year ago today, I proposed to my wife. So, in a nostalgic moment a year later, I'd like to retell our story that I wrote one year ago...&nbsp;"Yes! Yes! Yes!" is what the love of my life said when I asked her to marry me.&nbsp;Why B&amp;N? &nbsp;I recreated our first date together. On our first date, I had 4 cards waiting for Tenille. The first card had a #4 on the outside, and on the inside, I told her she had 15 minutes in B&amp;N to find 3 books which we'd share over 1 cup of coffee (3+1=...]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">http://sh-80.joeuser.com/article/308828</guid><link>http://sh-80.joeuser.com/article/308828</link><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 10:52:16 -0400</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2008-07-24T14:52:16</pubDateParsed><title>Yes! Yes! Yes!</title></item><item><author>SH80</author><comments>http://sh-80.joeuser.com/article/308241</comments><description><![CDATA[I am on a continual journey of self-discovery and growth through reading (from the bible, from devotionals, from literature (both nonfiction and fiction)), through listening (to others and their experiences, through family and friends, through sermons in church and online, through counseling), through writing (out of&nbsp;my own thoughts and experiences, out of my own reflection), and&nbsp;speaking (with my wife, with family and friends, with others). I believe that growing and stretching my fai...]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">http://sh-80.joeuser.com/article/308241</guid><link>http://sh-80.joeuser.com/article/308241</link><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 10:52:16 -0400</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2008-07-24T14:52:16</pubDateParsed><title>Not an Atheist, but a Realist</title></item><item><author>SH80</author><comments>http://sh-80.joeuser.com/article/303322</comments><description><![CDATA[Our home is adorned with clocks. (If you know me and you've been to our home, you know what I mean...as I sit here on the couch already tired from a&nbsp;lost hour of sleep, I am within view of seven clocks.<br/><br/>We have&nbsp;big clocks,&nbsp;little clocks, wall clocks, clocks on stands, digital clocks, analog clocks, clocks with arabic numerals, clocks with roman numerals (Did you know that all roman numeral clocks use IIII instead of IV?), not to mention cell phone clocks, answering machine cloc...]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">http://sh-80.joeuser.com/article/303322</guid><link>http://sh-80.joeuser.com/article/303322</link><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 10:52:16 -0400</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2008-07-24T14:52:16</pubDateParsed><title>Saving Daylight...My Way</title></item><item><author>SH80</author><comments>http://sh-80.joeuser.com/article/302578</comments><description><![CDATA[&nbsp;<br/><br/>It is said that &ldquo;patience is a virtue.&rdquo;<br/><br/>A virtue is defined by the dictionary as &ldquo;a good or admirable quality or property;&rdquo; and a virtue is described in the encyclopedia as &ldquo;a character trait valued as being good.&rdquo;<br/><br/>Patience is defined by the dictionary as "1) the quality of being patient, as the bearing of provocation, annoyance, misfortune, or pain, without complaint, loss of temper, irritation, or the like; 2) an ability or willingness to sup...]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">http://sh-80.joeuser.com/article/302578</guid><link>http://sh-80.joeuser.com/article/302578</link><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 10:52:16 -0400</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2008-07-24T14:52:16</pubDateParsed><title>If Patience Is a Virtue, I Hope There Are Others to Choose From</title></item><item><author>SH80</author><comments>http://sh-80.joeuser.com/article/302577</comments><description><![CDATA[A little over a year ago, I shared a shortened version of the following story with my date. Shortly thereafter, I blogged the story in its entirety, and I posted it on another blog site. Since I've started using JoeUser, I thought I'd post it here. So, I share with you the story of Boots...<br/><br/>A couple of years ago, I built a house in a rather undeveloped neighborhood. There were a few homes that preceded the one I had built scattered about the patch of land waiting to be covered with new homes....]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">http://sh-80.joeuser.com/article/302577</guid><link>http://sh-80.joeuser.com/article/302577</link><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 10:52:16 -0400</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2008-07-24T14:52:16</pubDateParsed><title>Boots</title></item><item><author>SH80</author><comments>http://sh-80.joeuser.com/article/302534</comments><description><![CDATA[I&rsquo;ve almost finished reading the book, No More Christian Nice Guy by Paul T. Coughlin. I too was once a Christian Nice Guy (CNG). I thought that I had to forego my own desires and longings to satisfy and appease others. My misguided view of Jesus led me to believe that I always had to turn the other check instead of standing up for myself. For the longest time, I thought Jesus was passive and peaceful, and for me, this meant avoiding conflict&hellip;even to my own detriment&hellip;which ev...]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">http://sh-80.joeuser.com/article/302534</guid><link>http://sh-80.joeuser.com/article/302534</link><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 10:52:16 -0400</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2008-07-24T14:52:16</pubDateParsed><title>Jesus Would Have Picked Mint Oreo Cookies Too</title></item><item><author>SH-80</author><comments>http://sh-80.joeuser.com/article/302516</comments><description><![CDATA[I spent the other evening in what would be considered a &ldquo;traditional&rdquo; church. After having attended a &ldquo;traditional&rdquo; church the previous week (after getting bottlenecked in unusual Sunday morning traffic, thus missing the opportunity to walk in late as usual to my not-so-traditional church where people don&rsquo;t stare at you in disapproval if you walk in late wearing jeans with holes and open-toed sandals), I&rsquo;ve now been in a &ldquo;traditional&rdquo; church twice ...]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">http://sh-80.joeuser.com/article/302516</guid><link>http://sh-80.joeuser.com/article/302516</link><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 10:52:16 -0400</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2008-07-24T14:52:16</pubDateParsed><title>I like your Christ. I do not like your Christians. They are so unlike your Christ.</title></item><item><author>SH-80</author><comments>http://sh-80.joeuser.com/article/157751</comments><description><![CDATA[Welcome to my blog site where you will find random musings and writing pieces that I have developed over a period of time.<br/><br/>Personally, I am a 37-year-old, divorced and remarried, Christian father of two children, and an educator by profession.<br/><br/>After attempting to do things my way for a peroid of time in my life following my separation and divorce, I have allowed God to work His will in my life; for I believe that He has a purpose for me, and I believe that He is not finished with me. Join ...]]></description><guid isPermaLink="True">http://sh-80.joeuser.com/article/157751</guid><link>http://sh-80.joeuser.com/article/157751</link><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 10:52:16 -0400</pubDate><pubDateParsed>2008-07-24T14:52:16</pubDateParsed><title>Welcome to My Blog Site</title></item></channel></rss>