<?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-3783046263760128447</id><updated>2011-07-08T02:21:52.962-04:00</updated><category term='I&apos;m glad I can laugh'/><category term='Coleman K.'/><title type='text'>The Super Rog Files</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;b&gt; &lt;i&gt;I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.&lt;/i&gt; Psalms 139:14 [NIV].&lt;/b&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>192</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-5881061572501739461</id><published>2009-10-02T09:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T09:34:12.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pediatric Clinic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Pediatric Urgent Care Clinic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;table border='0' style='border-collapse:collapse'&gt;&lt;colgroup&gt;&lt;col style='width:112px'/&gt;&lt;col style='width:84px'/&gt;&lt;col style='width:69px'/&gt;&lt;/colgroup&gt;&lt;tbody valign='top'&gt;&lt;tr style='height: 89px'&gt;&lt;td style='padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; border-top:  solid black 0.5pt; border-left:  solid black 0.5pt; border-bottom:  solid black 0.5pt; border-right:  solid black 0.5pt'&gt;&lt;p/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style='padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; border-top:  solid black 0.5pt; border-left:  none; border-bottom:  solid black 0.5pt; border-right:  solid black 0.5pt'&gt;&lt;p/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style='padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; border-top:  solid black 0.5pt; border-left:  none; border-bottom:  solid black 0.5pt; border-right:  solid black 0.5pt'&gt;&lt;p/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pediatrics is the branch of medicine concerned with the care and development of children and with the prevention and treatment of children's diseases. Source: &lt;em&gt;Encarta Dictionary&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Pediatric Urgent Care Clinic is a resource for all children served by the Providence and Warwick Hospital. It is a fast-growing service that has served many children over the past twelve months. We welcome all to our clinic &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='E:\5I_Pediatric_Hours_Roger_Redford.htm'&gt;Interested? Check out our hours.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-5881061572501739461?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5881061572501739461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=5881061572501739461' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/5881061572501739461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/5881061572501739461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2009/10/pediatric-clinic.html' title='Pediatric Clinic'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-6015025891714301932</id><published>2009-10-02T09:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T09:25:13.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Egad</title><content type='html'>Has it been this long since I've blogged???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing just Facebook too much. I'll try to blog later today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-6015025891714301932?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6015025891714301932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=6015025891714301932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/6015025891714301932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/6015025891714301932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2009/10/egad.html' title='Egad'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-3817078783645438812</id><published>2009-08-07T02:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T02:23:36.442-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thought</title><content type='html'>OK first I should be in bed and asleep by now, but I'm not. Surprised? Well you shouldn't be. After all I'm typing this note, so it's obvious I'm awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's just a random thought: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Since men can not get pregnant, then isn't a "woman's right to choose" a special right?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, we all have EQUAL rights under the US Constitution don't we? So since men can't have abortions and since men can't make a woman have one either, then it seems to me that a "woman's right to choose" is a special right that would only apply to certain people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that make sense? It does to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SUPER ROG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-3817078783645438812?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3817078783645438812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=3817078783645438812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/3817078783645438812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/3817078783645438812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-thought.html' title='Random Thought'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-3056386585976791319</id><published>2009-07-28T10:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T11:43:38.311-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Taxes.</title><content type='html'>My friend Jeff stated on Facebook that Congress is talking about taxing video games since sitting on the couch and playing them causes obesity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK that's stupid enough as it is. However, it did get me to thinking [which is often dangerous]. Let's look into other unhealthy activities that we can tax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sex:&lt;/strong&gt;. After all, STDs and multiple babies cause health problems. So let's tax any and all sex related items. Condoms; Playboy; Viagra; Fertility drugs [Remember OCTOMOM?]; Trips to Argentina [HA!]; bikinis; strippers; Adultery [oh wait, I covered that with the Argentina trips]. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on, but I'd just be told "Stop it Roger". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atheism:&lt;/strong&gt; Studies show that no matter what religion someone is, prayers help when someone is sick. Therefore if an atheist gets sick and it would be a violation of his Constitutional rights to to pray for him against his will, then we should tax his atheism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stupidity:&lt;/strong&gt;Stupid people cause stress in others. For example, I used to work customer service. Every time someone acted like an idiot, they should be taxed for the stress it caused me since that is a health risk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taxes:&lt;/strong&gt; Since most taxes cause stress and stress is unhealthy, let's just tax taxes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Success:&lt;/strong&gt;Success is stressful so let's tax it. Oh wait, the Democrats have been doing that for years now, it's called Socialism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Non-Pet Ownership&lt;/strong&gt;: It's been said that pet ownership lowers blood pressure. Therefore anyone that does not own a pet should be taxed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cats:&lt;/strong&gt; There needs to be special tax on cats. I know, I know. I just said pets lower blood pressure. But, I hate cats so let's tax them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few ideas, anyone want to add their own?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-3056386585976791319?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3056386585976791319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=3056386585976791319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/3056386585976791319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/3056386585976791319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2009/07/taxes.html' title='Taxes.'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-6855617396641352989</id><published>2009-07-03T11:15:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T11:48:00.701-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom?</title><content type='html'>Today is July 3rd. Tomorrow we--supposedly--celebrate the freedom[s] we have in the good ol' USA. &lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, the Redford side of the family held a huge reunion every weekend around the &lt;br /&gt;4th. However, we don't do that anymore because the family is too big and it's too hot for my elderly relatives to be comfortable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about "freedom" for a day or so now. It's true that our freedoms are slowly eroding. Big Bubba Government under both Republican and Democrat leaders has become bigger and bigger. It seems that no one can do anything for themselves anymore and they all want Washington or their state capitols to do it for them. Government used to be respected and used to be respectable. Now, they're really neither. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Government "bailed out" a few companies, and now acts as if they are the owners of those companies. A Communist dictator is being supported in Honduras by our current president. We are slowly losing our freedoms, and I think it may get worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Bill Clinton was leaving office someone at my work said "He should be in office for a 3rd term." I told her it was illegal. She said "WHY? Just because some man wrote it on a piece of paper." Yep, and that paper is called the Constitution. See? Society wants to continue to get dumber and dumber and wants more Big Bubba Government to take care of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said and without getting into all of the freedoms that we've lost, I am happy to live here.&lt;br /&gt;As I said above, I used to do a family reunion on the 4th. This year, the 4th is on a Saturday. My church will hold its regular Saturday service and after, we'll have a 4th celebration at the church. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still have the freedom to love Jesus. Sure, it's getting harder and harder for us to express that publicly without being called names. And at some point in the future we may need to celebrate His love in secret, but we can still love Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not just political freedom we have. Since Jesus died for our sins, we are free in His love. Free from the laws of sin and death. Not because the law ceases to apply to us, or we've been give a get out of jail free card. But, because He has paid the price. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's love our country while we can, and let's celebrate His love and our freedom forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-6855617396641352989?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6855617396641352989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=6855617396641352989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/6855617396641352989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/6855617396641352989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2009/07/freedom.html' title='Freedom?'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-260417464557679435</id><published>2009-06-15T12:18:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T21:53:52.608-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lollipops and Legacies</title><content type='html'>My church buys countless lollipops to hand out to kids [and the occasional adult] after services. My friend David was the church's "Lollipop Man." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've known David for over 20 years. First at another church. At that church Dave was one of the only male children's workers. He worked with them since he was a teenager. After I left that church, I "church hopped" for awhile. I finally found &lt;a href="http://www.seacoast.org/"&gt;Seacoast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within a week or two of starting there God spoke to my heart and told me to go back to the church I grew up in and get Dave. I discovered he wasn't happy there anymore so he started coming to Seacoast with me. He joined and within a few months he started in the children's ministry. He had to drop out for a short time but then he started again. This time he didn't' stop. . He worked at our church in the maintenance dept. He was so committed to the children's ministry that he even took his annual vacation time to do Vacation Bible School. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave loved kids and kids loved him. He found his place giving of his time and of himself. Over the 20 plus years that I knew him, he'd often say that he understood that we have awards awaiting us on the other side of Paradise. He would tell me that he'd be happy with just a one room shack. I agree that a one room shack in Heaven will be better than anything here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David did go to Heaven about a week ago. I've been thinking about that lately. I think he has more than a "one room shack" he had hoped for. I began to imagine what if every child he was with was a room in that mansion. What if every parent was a room because they were able to come to a church where their child was in good hands. What if every lollipop was a room? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't go into the math here but a rough estimate is that his mansion would probably have over a million rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you? David's legacy can be symbolized by handing out lollipops to kids. Because he took joy in taking the time to remember that kids matter too, he'll have a special place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you handing out a legacy? I don't care if you work with children like he did or if you work with senior citizens, adults, teens, animals...whatever you are lead to work with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember, whatever your "lollipop" is...it is a legacy so please treat it as such.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-260417464557679435?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/260417464557679435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=260417464557679435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/260417464557679435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/260417464557679435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2009/06/lollipops-and-legacys.html' title='Lollipops and Legacies'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-2457229430570432419</id><published>2009-05-28T22:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T22:07:48.829-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A year already</title><content type='html'>It's been one year today that I was laid off. &lt;br /&gt;I had a job, but it only lasted for 3 weeks. I didn't not make it past the training period. I was angry at first, but I'm getting over it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More importantly, is the fact that my mom had heart sugery today. She came through it successfully. Praise God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-2457229430570432419?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2457229430570432419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=2457229430570432419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/2457229430570432419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/2457229430570432419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/year-already.html' title='A year already'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-2429699276281633088</id><published>2009-05-19T21:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:22:54.272-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Comma</title><content type='html'>Ok it's been awhile since I've updated. So shoot me--figuratively speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a job. I worked at my new job for 3 weeks. Then I lost it. I was told that I'm not getting up to speed fast enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to dwell on the loss beyond that because it'll depress me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say this though...this is just a comma. It's a place to pause, not stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God will take care of me and I'll be OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-2429699276281633088?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2429699276281633088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=2429699276281633088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/2429699276281633088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/2429699276281633088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-comma.html' title='Another Comma'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-7524263558160850774</id><published>2009-03-24T22:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T22:49:45.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Communications</title><content type='html'>I'm reading a book right now called &lt;a href="http://www.samsonsociety.org/"&gt;Samson and the Pirate Monks&lt;/a&gt; by Nate Larkin. He's a Christian. It's about his struggles w/ sexual addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grew up the son of a pastor. He shares a story about a time he farted in church. He goes so far as to say that right after he did it, he had to get on his knees, turn around and pray. Said that it gave whole new meaning to the word "pew".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminded of the time we came home from church when I was around 16 or 17. Just as soon as we walked into the door, dad pulled me aside and sat down. He asked me if I "had gas." Now you have to understand...dad pulled me into the living room just off the hallway. We NEVER used this room. He also sat down like he had to ask me a serious question. He did not wait for later on, he did not come to my room. He did not ask me in the car. He walked into the living room and sat down. You also have to understand that we went to a very uptight church, and dad has always been very embarassed by anything even remotely related to having gas etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he's asked me: "Do you have gas?" I became very uncomfortable and told him that it may have been something I ate for breakfast. I just knew that he caught a whiff of something or heard something come out of me that---to paraphraise an old hymn--was NOT a sweet, sweet sound in God's ear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I explained myself and mentally prepared for a lecture on how inappropriate that bodily function was, dad just looked at me and said "No son, I meant do you have gas in your car."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-7524263558160850774?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7524263558160850774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=7524263558160850774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/7524263558160850774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/7524263558160850774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2009/03/communications.html' title='Communications'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-419030167730704791</id><published>2009-03-20T15:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:54:45.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Dad, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 40 now. Please stop treating me like I'm 10. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to say that to my dad. I can't. He won't listen. I used to take it quite offensively, but now not so much. Oh, I still do at times, but then I look at his sisters. They treat their kids as if they're 10 as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've told me the story that when they were kids, my grandmother [who I never knew] would make sure that the kids sat around the living room and not make a sound if there was a storm. They say that it was out of "respect for the Lord." I say it was out of some OCD control issue. Grandma probably thought if they were all together and quiet, then the storm couldn't sneak in through the window or an open door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I used to think that dad thought I was too stupid to do anything. He also, treated  my sister, my mom, my aunts, my cousins, friends, neighbors, fellow church members, complete strangers, people on the news, etc like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what he does: Let's say that you are making a sandwich. He'll say, "Let me show you a different way to make that." or maybe "Don't make that kind...make this kind." In other words, everyone needs his 2 cents worth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that this is dad's problem. He has control issues. He may even have OCD [Obsessive CONTROL Disorder]. In fact, there's a lady in my church w/ the same thing. I try to avoid being around her. In fact, in Sept of this year, I'm going on a retreat w/ the church. I hope she doesn't go. If she does, I may not make it back w/ my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a job interview on Monday March 23 at 130. I hope to get the job. I am 99.9% sure that dad will try to talk me out of it. Not really, talk, more like browbeat me out of it. Why? Because it's not an IT job and supposedly that's what I want. Right now, I'm studying IT and I'm not sure it's for me. That doesn't matter to him...IT is "practical". Therefore, I am to want to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thinking is this...if I get the job; it pays $13/hour to start and $14/hr after 90 days. That's more than the $11/hr I was making. I can move into IT later, or maybe even into the IT dept at this place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, dad thinks I should live at home pretty much forever. Not just live here, but have a deep desire to do so. He has it all planned out, when he dies, I'll keep living here and rent out a room to someone. He's even "suggested" to whom., &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, dad has a deep need to fix things even if they're not broken. Funny, but true story: A few weeks ago, he changed the locks on our doors. After he gave me a key, he went out and had some spares made. He came out, told me to come into the kitchen and to give him the key he'd given me a day or so before. The reason? When he went to have the spares made, he saw that they had bright orange and purple Clemson keys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I do NOT like football. I do not watch it, I do not keep up w/ it. So why did he have a bright orange and purple Clemson key made? He saw a bright orange and purple key and suddenly he saw a solution that needed a problem. The fact that it was Clemson was not a factor. He invented a problem. That problem being that I apparently spend hours on the porch trying to figure out which key opens the front door. The solution: A bright orange and purple key. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record: I ONLY HAVE TWO KEYS ON MY KEY RING!!!!! My car key and my house key. I have never stood on the front porch trying to solve the dilemma of which key opens the door. In fact, I can close my eyes and still find it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that dad thinks that I'm dumb. It's that he has this dysfunctional need to fix things. Therefore, if I get this job, he'll immediately see a broken situation that needs his "Mr. Fixit" prowess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to tell him to stop, but he won't. He won't because he is just convinced that he needs to do this anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is laugh, love and live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-419030167730704791?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/419030167730704791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=419030167730704791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/419030167730704791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/419030167730704791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-dad-im-40-now.html' title='&lt;sigh&gt;'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-5112071673678529866</id><published>2009-03-12T20:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:42:19.467-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Lunch and following</title><content type='html'>Ok I am currently unemployed. I am studying IT at a place called &lt;a&gt;Discovery Training Center&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dtccharleston.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. That said, I was at lunch with a fellow student today. He has a job. We were talking about IT stuff. As we stood to leave, the lady at the next table stopped us, applogized for "evesdropping" and told us that she worked for a staffing agency and she was aware of an IT job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend doesn't need a job, but boy I sure do. I've already sent in my reseume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that was cool enough. A couple of months ago, I sent my resume into a local business for a &lt;br /&gt;non-IT job. I never heard back so I just forgot about it. About an hour after lunch, that busines called me. They want me in for a job test next week. Pray for me on Tuesday at around 0900 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's two job connections in one day...God is awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-5112071673678529866?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5112071673678529866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=5112071673678529866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/5112071673678529866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/5112071673678529866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2009/03/interesting-lunch-and-following.html' title='Interesting Lunch and following'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-2808051591134675528</id><published>2009-03-09T14:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T15:11:46.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Urgent Prayer Alert</title><content type='html'>I don't know how much traffic my blog and FB notes get but for those of you that know Jesus, please pray for my mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About two weeks ago, my mom went to the doctor. She discovered she has a leaky heart valve. It was deemed not to be a big deal, but they wanted a closer look. So last Thursday--March 5th--they ran some tests, and all appeared to be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, from what I've come to understand some of the test results just came back. All MAY not be well. They don't much just yet, but that leaky valve may be worse than they thought. We'll know more later, but please pray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't intend to sound unapprecative here, but "positive thoughts" are not what's needed. We can say the glass is half full all we want, but the fact remains it's still just half a glass. In other words, positive thoughts don't change facts. However, we have a mighty, mighty God that is in charge of the facts. Therefore, mom [and I and dad, and my sister, my 10 year old niece Sarah and my brother in law as well as a few others] need GOD not just some powerless warm fuzzies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a 40 man who's never married. I want my mom to be at my wedding and hold any grandbabies I bring her way. Right now, I don't even have a girlfriend, much less a prospect of getting married.  And her only grandchild is 10 and is to big for Gran'ma to change diapers and rock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently unemployed, I want mom to be the first person I call when I get a new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want her to be there if/when I ever win the World Champinship of Public Speaking in Toastmasters. Next month I go to state, so that World thing's gotta awhile. What all this means is that I need mom to stick around for some time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago, I broke my ankle. Dad took care of me for about a week, but as only Mom could come up and get her "little boy" and take care of him. She came up and took me to her home in GA the day after my surgery. I stayed w/ her for a month. This 40 year old boy needs his Mom y'all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please PRAY. Postive thoughts etc are nice but only God can heal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-2808051591134675528?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2808051591134675528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=2808051591134675528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/2808051591134675528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/2808051591134675528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2009/03/urgent-prayer-alert.html' title='Urgent Prayer Alert'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-2610127995044434259</id><published>2009-02-26T01:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T01:29:12.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom</title><content type='html'>My mom's been having trouble with shortness of breath lately. I've also noticed the last several times I've spoken with her that she sounds a bit like she's a cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish it were that simple. Turns out that mom just discovered that she has a leaky heart valve. It's been backing up blood into her lung[s]. [don't know if it's one or both]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. told her she could just live w/it or get it repaired. Dr. also wants to check her heart for any blockage so mom will do that too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am praying that mom will be alright...I may be 40, but I need my mommy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-2610127995044434259?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2610127995044434259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=2610127995044434259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/2610127995044434259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/2610127995044434259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2009/02/mom.html' title='Mom'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-8982647155349669108</id><published>2009-02-11T17:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T17:47:42.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Story</title><content type='html'>I just want to get this story down in print b/c I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five men went sailing. After a full day of fun, fishing, swimming etc, they pulled anchor to sail back to the shore. However, there was no wind. Everything was still. Leaving the sailboat stuck in the middle of the very large lake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first man was an OPTIMIST He started to raise the sail anyway: "The wind will blow soon enough. Let's raise the sail and wait." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second man was a PESSIMIST: He yanked the ropes out of the first man's hands and said "Why bother? The wind won't blow anytime soon. We're stuck here!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It will blow"&lt;br /&gt;"No it won't"&lt;br /&gt;"Will too"&lt;br /&gt;"Will not" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On and on they went.Finally they turned to the third man and asked for his opinion. This man was non-committal. "Well maybe it will start blowing, let's raise the sail. Wait though what if it doesn't..then we're just waisting time and effort." And just like the first two argued with each other, this guy stood there arguing with himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They asked the fourth man his opinion. He was just apathetic. "Whatever." was all he'd say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went on like this for hours. The first two arguing, the third just trying to appease the first two, the fourth not caring....then it happened,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fifth man cried out "GOT IT!!!!" The others all looked at him. He'd not said anything or taken a side at all. He'd not tried to raise the sail nor did he say to keep it down, "What you find?" asked the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The paddles, let's start rowing." He replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one of these are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-8982647155349669108?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8982647155349669108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=8982647155349669108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/8982647155349669108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/8982647155349669108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2009/02/story.html' title='A Story'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-6091304045824216322</id><published>2009-01-30T14:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T14:41:43.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good news/Bad news</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, as I was going to Northwoods Mall to make a return, dad called me. He was at that same mall and needed me to come get him. His car had been stolen. &lt;br /&gt;That ticks me off. Why is it that dad has to drive an older car around and can't afford a new one,, yet there is some piece of trash out there that woke up yesterday and thought to himself "I need to take what someone else has worked for. I am entitled to it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of this point there is no word on the North Charleston Police finding the car. However, I will say that the responding officer could NOT have been more professional. She was great. I hope the rest are like her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the good, no make that GREAT news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About three years ago, two punks knocked on my sister's door, shot her husband in the arm [yes he's ok now] tied them up then went and dragged my niece [6 at the time] out of her bedroom and tied her up too. They then took as much of my sister's stuff as they could haul off. Including my brother in law's car. Two weeks or so later, these same punks robbed two restaurants and were caught. They still had my sister's things in the car so the connection was made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said they've now been given 7 life sentences in the state of GA. The reason for 7 is b/c when they made my niece move out of her bedroom and into the hallway,they became guilty of kidnapping. They did the same thing when they robbed the restaurants. The restaurants were closed, but they made the staff move around, so each one became another kidnapping charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the great part. The punks have whined about their sentence being "too harsh" [like shooting my brother in law and tying up my niece was just a real pleasant thing for them to do] so they just appealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same day that dad's car was stolen from Northwoods Mall here in North Charleston SC, the punks were turned down for their first appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!!!!! I hope they NEVER see the light of day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-6091304045824216322?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6091304045824216322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=6091304045824216322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/6091304045824216322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/6091304045824216322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-newsbad-news.html' title='Good news/Bad news'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-8555300954957793420</id><published>2009-01-19T20:39:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:18:04.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>40</title><content type='html'>Today--Monday, January 19th 2008--is my 40th birthday. &lt;br /&gt;A few things in more or less free form order. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. I never had any idea that I'd STILL be living w/ my dad at 40&lt;br /&gt;39. I can't/don't ride a bike. &lt;br /&gt;38. I have a disability that effects coordination. That's partially why I don't/can't ride a bike. &lt;br /&gt;37. My college major was business. &lt;br /&gt;36. My college minor was speech. &lt;br /&gt;35. &lt;blockquote&gt;I took speech in high school because I had a medical excuse out of PE. &lt;br /&gt;34. When I was in 4th grade at W.B. Goodwin Elementary on Dorchester RD in North Charleston SC my teacher was a man, named Mr. Schantz [spelling]&lt;br /&gt;33. Mr. Schantz gave us a chance to do public speaking every Friday after recess, in what he called "sharing time"&lt;br /&gt;32. I am a member of Toastmasters International.&lt;br /&gt;31. I have around 20 trophies from public speaking competitions.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. As a result of 36-31, I LOVE PUBLIC SPEAKING&lt;br /&gt;29. I work with special needs kids at my church &lt;br /&gt;28. &lt;a href="http://purpleplasticpianopeople.blogspot.com/"&gt;I have a blog about those kids&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. As of this posting, my church is in the middle of a series about questions we'd ask God.&lt;br /&gt;26. My main question would be: "Lord, who do You say I am"&lt;br /&gt;25. I am adopted.&lt;br /&gt;24. I love being adopted because it means that I was chosen.&lt;br /&gt;23. I often feel like I am missing something b/c I live at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;22....and because I am single&lt;br /&gt;21....and because I am unemployed [as of this posting]&lt;br /&gt;20....and because I can't seem to meet anyone special&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I am NOT missing out because no matter what, I am fearfully and wonderfully made &lt;br /&gt;18. I have learned more from the kids at church, than I have taught them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;17....Michael loves to play catch but doesn't care if either you or he misses the ball; he just loves to play the game. &lt;br /&gt;16...Michael taught me that it's all in the fact that you play, winning is not what it's all about.&lt;br /&gt;15.  &lt;a href="http://lorifitz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Whenever, Micheal’s mom&lt;/a&gt; forgets to kiss him bye. He runs to the door w/ his lips puckered.&lt;br /&gt;14...Michael has also taught me that you gotta love others.&lt;br /&gt;13. Blake plays a toy piano&lt;br /&gt;12. Blake taught me that we all have a gift to offer.&lt;br /&gt;11. Nathan likes to "dance" to music only he seems to hear. &lt;br /&gt;10. Nathan taught me that you have to "dance" to your own music&lt;br /&gt;09. Grace loves everyone in the room.&lt;br /&gt;08. Grace taught me what the grace of God really means.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. I have a large, extended family.&lt;br /&gt;06. They drive me nuts sometimes, but I love them&lt;br /&gt;05. Mom taught me to laugh&lt;br /&gt;04. Dad taught me to be responsible&lt;br /&gt;03. My sister taught me to protect others, like she did for me.&lt;br /&gt;02. My niece reminds me that even kids matter.&lt;br /&gt;01. Everyone has taught me that everyone else matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-8555300954957793420?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8555300954957793420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=8555300954957793420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/8555300954957793420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/8555300954957793420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2009/01/40.html' title='40'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-5926448012741708229</id><published>2009-01-12T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:11:42.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>25 random thoughts about Super Rog</title><content type='html'>1. As of this writing. I am exactly 7 days away from being 40&lt;br /&gt;2. I am still waiting for Miss Right.&lt;br /&gt;3. I wanted my last girlfriend to be Miss Right, turned out she was a mistake instead.&lt;br /&gt;4. I love kids.&lt;br /&gt;5. I work with Special Needs kids at my church.&lt;br /&gt;6. I love the show 24&lt;br /&gt;7. I love watching WWE and yes I know it's fake&lt;br /&gt;8. I do not care about sports.&lt;br /&gt;9. Sports do not care about me&lt;br /&gt;10. I'd love to speak in front of 1,000s of people one day.&lt;br /&gt;11. I'm scared of one on one conversations&lt;br /&gt;12. I am proud to be from The South.&lt;br /&gt;13. I've been a Christian most of my life.&lt;br /&gt;14. In spite of number 13, I am only just now starting to place my identity in Him and not what I do etc.&lt;br /&gt;15. I am almost just like Walter Mitty. &lt;br /&gt;16. I am adopted, and proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;17. I am currently unemployed&lt;br /&gt;18. I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up&lt;br /&gt;19. I love my family&lt;br /&gt;20. I am close to my family...sometimes too close.&lt;br /&gt;21. I majored in business in college, but know nothing about the subject today.&lt;br /&gt;22. I read comic books...excuse me graphic novels.&lt;br /&gt;23. I live with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;24. I am closer to my mom than anyone else. &lt;br /&gt;25. I am overweight, and short, but I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Ps 139:14&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-5926448012741708229?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5926448012741708229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=5926448012741708229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/5926448012741708229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/5926448012741708229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2009/01/25-random-thoughts-about-super-rog.html' title='25 random thoughts about Super Rog'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-8969356447330268564</id><published>2009-01-03T21:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T21:35:57.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Short night for won by one</title><content type='html'>I found out the hard way what one of the kids in Won by One had for supper...or didn't have....&lt;br /&gt;I won't go into detail, let's just say it made for a short night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-8969356447330268564?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8969356447330268564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=8969356447330268564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/8969356447330268564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/8969356447330268564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2009/01/short-night-for-won-by-one.html' title='Short night for won by one'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-5577205674938390937</id><published>2008-12-30T14:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T14:40:51.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Reunion</title><content type='html'>I went to GA for Christmas this year as usual. It's been that way since my niece Sarah was born in 1998. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's 10 now, and everytime I go to take a shower or a bath at mom's [granma's] I find disturbing things in the tub. Kind of like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SVp5DdVB94I/AAAAAAAAACc/_84WlMhJ-f8/s1600-h/Yikes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SVp5DdVB94I/AAAAAAAAACc/_84WlMhJ-f8/s400/Yikes.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285670212992104322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just deeply creeps me out...that's all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-5577205674938390937?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5577205674938390937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=5577205674938390937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/5577205674938390937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/5577205674938390937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-reunion.html' title='Christmas Reunion'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SVp5DdVB94I/AAAAAAAAACc/_84WlMhJ-f8/s72-c/Yikes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-8459438181990994666</id><published>2008-12-24T10:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T10:50:07.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTmas</title><content type='html'>JUST WISHING ANYONE THAT READS THIS A VERY MERRY CHRISTmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find the emphasis on Christ offensive...It's my blog and I don't care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-8459438181990994666?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8459438181990994666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=8459438181990994666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/8459438181990994666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/8459438181990994666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTmas'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-6185835115139851223</id><published>2008-12-12T11:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:59:09.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas Story</title><content type='html'>First, Merry Christmas to all of my fellow Christians&lt;br /&gt;Second, Happy Hanukkah to any Jewish Readers&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, GOOD LUCK TO ANY ATHIEST READERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, let me tell you a Christmas story.&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago, Maggie and her then 8 year old daughter were running errands. They stopped somewhere and after getting her daughter out of the car, Maggie turned to get a few items. When she turned around her daughter had disappeared. Maggie's heart stopped. Where is her daughter? She was 8 years old AND she has Down Syndrome. This was not good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God. Maggie found her daughter within seconds. She had climbed over a fence and into a Nativity scene that was set up nearby. In fact, she was sitting by a ceramic lamb and eating her Mickey D's fries. Maggie's daughter is named Grace. I call her Amazing Gracie. She is now 10 years old and is in the Won by One class at Seacoast, where I have the honor of being her teacher. Maggie also works in that ministry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you this story to tell you this: Gracie stepped into a Nativity scene and sat by that ceramic lamb and ate her fries. Had it been a real lamb, I know that Gracie would have shared her fries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2000 years ago, God the Father and Creator of all of us stepped across the span of time and space and he stepped into the very first Nativity scene. He gave us—His lamb--the gift of His Grace by giving us His best, his McDonald's Fries so to speak, by giving His Son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Lord for the Gift of Your Son, &lt;br /&gt;In Jesus Name, Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-6185835115139851223?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6185835115139851223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=6185835115139851223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/6185835115139851223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/6185835115139851223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-story.html' title='A Christmas Story'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-3396701577713172602</id><published>2008-12-08T18:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:32:01.201-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for asking</title><content type='html'>I've been a little down for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. One of my oldest and closest friends has been diagnosed with cancer. Then one day on the way home I listened to a southern gospel CD and heard songs about Heaven. I know he'll be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Someone told me that I seem like a "desperate single guy". They're right, and that depressed me. It depressed me because I don't seem to know how to act around women so I come across that way. There's some freak on TV that wears earrings and I guess what you'd call a chin stud. He wears goofy looking hats, has long hair and calls himself Mystery. He teaches men how to act around women. He's wrong. I say that because he'd refer to women as "targets". Ladies is that how you want to be thought of? I didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's this to do with me, I'm not to sure to whom to look as a mentor. Well let me take that back. Pastor Michael "Moose" Morris once said that if ANYONE hurts his wife, he'll kill them. This is a man that treats his wife---Miss Cyndi--like a very presious lady. I'm not saying I have to go beat some other guy up, or slay some dragon or tilt at some windmill to impress a lady, just know that when I find her, treat her well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm currently unemployed. In 2007 the company I used to work for was bought out. They told us this would not effect our jobs. I even hoped for a raise or something. Then one day they told us that we'd be laid off in May 2008. I've not found a job yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so what does all of this mean today? My favorite Bible verse is Psalm 139:14. &lt;em&gt;I am fearfully and wonderfully made; I know that full well. &lt;/em&gt; This tells me that God made me and He will take care of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....I'll find a job; and I'll find something wherein there is a Roger-shaped and sized hole that only I can fill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the frontline of me finding someone special: The lady that said that I was "desperate" was absolutely right and &lt;strong&gt;I DO NOT&lt;/strong&gt; hold it against her. She is right and she has in a roundabout way been very helpful to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain: In the book &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tom Sawyer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, Tom tries to impress Becky Thathcher [the skank] by doing handstands and other tricks. Of course Tom was what? 10 or 11? I'm  pushing 40 [8 weeks away as of this writing] and I am doing the same thing. Instead of handstands, I'm trying to impress with the fact that I work with kids or with self-depreciating humor. Yep, nothing turns on the ladies like a guy who's all the confidence of a Woody Alen character. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that said please pray that I'll overcome this flaw and that I'll also find a job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-3396701577713172602?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3396701577713172602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=3396701577713172602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/3396701577713172602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/3396701577713172602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanks-for-asking.html' title='Thanks for asking'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-3786665677420758949</id><published>2008-12-05T21:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T21:31:34.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alrighty Then</title><content type='html'>I was just told by a lady that I was trying to add to my friend list on FB that I come across as a "desperate single guy" according to the posts she's seen on our mutual friends walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, she's right. And that's just what I've been trying to avoid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to get past that. I really need to come up with a way so that I don't sound like that. That's always been one of my problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help me with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-3786665677420758949?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3786665677420758949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=3786665677420758949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/3786665677420758949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/3786665677420758949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/12/alrighty-then.html' title='Alrighty Then'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-4260922181985426854</id><published>2008-12-02T22:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:35:09.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I Have to Take a Number?</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago, my best friend, David George, was told he has cancer. Pancreatic cancer. Pancreatic cancer that has spread to his liver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've know David for around 20 years. Like me, David has had his social struggles. You know the types, &lt;i&gt;Nobody likes me, I'm going to go eat worms&lt;/i&gt;. We've all been there, and if you can say that you haven't, then YOU are the ones that made the rest of us feel that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to patient information and asked which room he was in, they told me without even looking it up. When I got to the room, IT WAS STANDING ROOM ONLY!!!! &lt;br /&gt;What a testimony to this man's character. There were around 8 or 9 people there. WOW!!! This man is loved by his friends, and I am SO honored to be one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to encourage any reader of this blog that knows David to go see him at Roper St. Francis. If you're not able to do so, you can mail him a card or letter to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David George&lt;br /&gt;Room 319&lt;br /&gt;Bon Secours St. Francis Hospital&lt;br /&gt;2095 Henry Tecklenburg Dr.&lt;br /&gt;Charleston, SC 29414 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know me or David and you're just a random blog reader then I submit to you a suggestion:&lt;br /&gt;1. GET A LIFE AND STOP READING RANDOM BLOGS&lt;br /&gt;OK just kidding there, thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My real suggestion is if you have a really good friend, tell them how much you care about them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-4260922181985426854?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4260922181985426854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=4260922181985426854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/4260922181985426854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/4260922181985426854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/12/do-i-have-to-take-number.html' title='Do I Have to Take a Number?'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-9072721147510281722</id><published>2008-11-24T18:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T18:09:42.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More info on Mr. David</title><content type='html'>David has been released by Roper hospital [on Sunday] and he'll be going in later on for some surgery and to arrange for his cancer treatments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, praise God there is some good stuff going on. His younger sister Nancy is back in Charleston and is spending time with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is so far beyond just good. In the words of the late Rich Mullians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Our God is an awsome God&lt;br /&gt;He rules from Heaven above&lt;br /&gt;With wisdom, power and love&lt;br /&gt;Our God is an awesome God. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-9072721147510281722?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/9072721147510281722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=9072721147510281722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/9072721147510281722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/9072721147510281722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-info-on-mr-david.html' title='More info on Mr. David'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-6113642153271906688</id><published>2008-11-22T23:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T00:04:04.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. David</title><content type='html'>David George has been a close friend of mine for about 20 years now. &lt;br /&gt;Last weekend he did something he rarely does. He skipped church. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, Dave is in his 50s and has been working with children at two different churches now ever since he was a teenager. His mom tried to discourage that for some reason, but Dave stood his ground. He knew that God wanted him to work with kids and to the glory of God he stuck to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mr. David"--as the kids call him--is one of the most pure hearted men I have ever known. He just plain and simply loves God and knows that God is his only Source. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason he skipped church last week, was b/c he wasn't feeling well. On Monday he called his doctor. His doctor got him into a local hospital. Long story short, he has 4th stage pancreatic cancer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking to God for a healing of David. I know that we need David here. But, I also know that if the worse happens that David has a home waiting for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight after church I went to The Gap, a singles Bible study. I kind of dominated the conversations tonight. Afterward, I apologized for doing so and explained that the truth is that if I didn't talk about something, I'd dwell on David and start to cry. Fortunately they understood and some of them even know David via the children's ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home I started to feel sad about David, but then I turned on my CD player. You see, I love Southern Gospel music. One of my favorite groups is &lt;a href="http://www.legacyfive.com"&gt;Legacy Five&lt;/a&gt;. They lost their lead singer to cancer earlier this year. Their latest album is mostly songs about Heaven. I guess they did that as a tribute to that man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listed--for the first time since I learned about David's cancer---to a song called &lt;em&gt;Goin' Home Day&lt;/em&gt; I wish I had a way to put up an audio or a video clip of that song. However, in lieu of that, here are the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1&lt;br /&gt;I just get a blessing, thinking 'bout what's waiting up ahead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's no need for guessing, we know the Lord's returning 'cause that's just what He said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm watching and I'm waiting, remembering what the prophets had to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave behind this earthly house of clay, it'll be goin' home day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;The cares and all the troubles that I've carried for so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will vanish like a vapor, in a moment they'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have a brand new body that no gravity can hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll fly through pearly gates and then I'll land on streets of gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My journey's winding down now and soon the angel band will start to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet traveling music then I'll fly away, it'll be goin' home day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2&lt;br /&gt;Waiting's hard to do now, I'm a stranger in this wicked world below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I cling to what is true now, I know when Jesus comes, He'll find that I'm prepared to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So saints, don't be discouraged, those gates will open wide some happy day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll step inside and never move away, it'll be goin' home day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;The cares and all the troubles that I've carried for so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will vanish like a vapor, in a moment they'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have a brand new body that no gravity can hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll fly through pearly gates and then I'll land on streets of gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clouds will start to moving, the trumpet blast will sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The graves will start to open and the saints will leave the ground &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And heaven won't be very far away, it'll be goin' home day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag&lt;br /&gt;And heaven won't be very far away, it'll be my goin' home day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that David relied on Jesus a long time ago to forgive his sins. I know that when David dies, whether it is from this current situation or another 50 years from now, that David will sit in Daddy God's lap. Maybe he'll whisper a few hurts in God's ear, or maybe he'll just sit there and cry. Maybe he'll dance, maybe he'll cry, maybe he'll laugh. Maybe God will tickle him, maybe God will tell him jokes, or maybe God will just hug David to Him and just love on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what Heaven will be like, but I do know this: Whenever we both get there,David and I will see each other. And it will be wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading this, and you do not know Jesus as your personal Savior, I encourage you to do two things:&lt;br /&gt;First, Pray something like this very simple prayer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, no matter how I've lived my life, I've not lived it well enough for You. But, I know that You sent Your Son Jesus to live His life well enough. I now ask You to let me use His life in place of mine. Please forgive me of my sins. In Jesus Name. Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly find a local church and join it. Talk to them about those steps needed to grow as a Christian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are the lyrics to one more song about Heaven. For what it's worth, I think this is one of David's favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Can Only Imagine lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine &lt;br /&gt;What it will be like &lt;br /&gt;When I walk &lt;br /&gt;By your side &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine &lt;br /&gt;What my eyes will see &lt;br /&gt;When your face &lt;br /&gt;Is before me &lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by Your glory, what will my heart feel &lt;br /&gt;Will I dance for you Jesus or in awe of you be still &lt;br /&gt;Will I stand in your presence or to my knees will I fall &lt;br /&gt;Will I sing hallelujah, will I be able to speak at all &lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine &lt;br /&gt;When that day comes &lt;br /&gt;And I find myself &lt;br /&gt;Standing in the Son &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine &lt;br /&gt;When all I will do &lt;br /&gt;Is forever &lt;br /&gt;Forever worship You &lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine [x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine&lt;br /&gt;When all I will do &lt;br /&gt;Is forever, forever worship you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-6113642153271906688?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6113642153271906688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=6113642153271906688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/6113642153271906688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/6113642153271906688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/11/mr-david.html' title='Mr. David'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-4951931797149090879</id><published>2008-11-20T12:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T12:41:39.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy?</title><content type='html'>I am playing so much on Facebook and Twitter, I forgot update my blog. &lt;br /&gt;I'll do it now though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-4951931797149090879?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4951931797149090879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=4951931797149090879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/4951931797149090879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/4951931797149090879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/11/lazy.html' title='Lazy?'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-4597206006819637625</id><published>2008-11-10T22:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:49:48.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still</title><content type='html'>still slowy recovering. Pray for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-4597206006819637625?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4597206006819637625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=4597206006819637625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/4597206006819637625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/4597206006819637625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/11/still.html' title='Still'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-4622334379355741128</id><published>2008-11-06T21:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:44:06.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="//static.hubspot.com/twitterGraderBadge/badge.js?u=rogredford&amp;amp;s=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to join Twitter and was told to copy and paste the above to my website. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-4622334379355741128?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4622334379355741128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=4622334379355741128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/4622334379355741128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/4622334379355741128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-trying-to-join-twitter-and-was-told.html' title=''/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-7595729862548582302</id><published>2008-11-01T22:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T22:42:49.931-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good news?</title><content type='html'>The case of shingles that I've had for about two weeks now is clearing up. However, I will have to say this about them...OW OW OW OW OW OW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-7595729862548582302?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7595729862548582302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=7595729862548582302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/7595729862548582302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/7595729862548582302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-news.html' title='Good news?'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-618572667518690974</id><published>2008-10-30T16:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T16:33:23.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My  sister sent this to me</title><content type='html'>T’was the night before elections&lt;br /&gt;And all through the town&lt;br /&gt;Tempers were flaring&lt;br /&gt;Emotions all up and down!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I, in my bathrobe&lt;br /&gt;With a dog in my lap&lt;br /&gt;Had cut off the TV&lt;br /&gt;Tired of political crap.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When all of a sudden&lt;br /&gt;There arose such a noise&lt;br /&gt;I peered out of my window&lt;br /&gt;And saw Obama and his boys.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;They had come for my wallet&lt;br /&gt;They wanted my pay&lt;br /&gt;To give it to the others&lt;br /&gt;Who had not worked a day!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He snatched up my money&lt;br /&gt;And quick as a flash&lt;br /&gt;Jumped back on his bandwagon&lt;br /&gt;With all of my stash.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He then rallied his henchmen&lt;br /&gt;Who were pulling his cart&lt;br /&gt;I could tell they were out&lt;br /&gt;To tear my country apart!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“On Fannie, on Freddie,&lt;br /&gt;On Biden and Ayers!&lt;br /&gt;On Acorn, On Pelosi”&lt;br /&gt;He screamed at the pairs!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;They took off for his cause&lt;br /&gt;And as he flew out of sight&lt;br /&gt;I heard him laugh at the nation&lt;br /&gt;That wouldn't stand up and fight!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So I leave you to think&lt;br /&gt;On this one final note-&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU DON'T WANT SOCIALISM&lt;br /&gt;GET OUT AND VOTE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-618572667518690974?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/618572667518690974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=618572667518690974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/618572667518690974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/618572667518690974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-sister-sent-this-to-me.html' title='My  sister sent this to me'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-1250201939624567874</id><published>2008-10-27T17:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T17:31:25.002-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OW!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Apparently the accidednt discussed below woke up some dormant shingles virus in my system. I am in pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-1250201939624567874?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1250201939624567874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=1250201939624567874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/1250201939624567874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/1250201939624567874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/10/ow.html' title='OW!!!!!'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-5411443196801491940</id><published>2008-10-26T18:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T18:29:11.177-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OW!!! That hurts</title><content type='html'>This week I was at school and I was trying to remove a power strip from the under side of a desk where it was bolted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to unplug it. &lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm in  alot of pain from the shock of it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-5411443196801491940?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5411443196801491940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=5411443196801491940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/5411443196801491940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/5411443196801491940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/10/ow-that-hurts.html' title='OW!!! That hurts'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-7664412070117226050</id><published>2008-10-10T20:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T20:25:39.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One more thought</title><content type='html'>Bob is for the Fair Tax. That's a GREAT reason to vote for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-7664412070117226050?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7664412070117226050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=7664412070117226050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/7664412070117226050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/7664412070117226050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-more-thought.html' title='One more thought'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-9174730483633076266</id><published>2008-10-10T20:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T20:22:58.032-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Me?</title><content type='html'>Was that me that had that thought? I think it was. Yeah, yeah it is me. &lt;br /&gt;I'm going to vote for one of those D words this year. NO!!! Not Obama. He's a Socialist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about &lt;a href="http://aimhighwithbob.com/"&gt;Bob Conley&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Conley seems to be more conservative than Lindsey Graham. I voted for Lindsey, but he has betrayed the Conservatives of South Carolina. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob is on the Dems ticket, but it seems as if they don't even like him too much. He was endorsed by the Constituion Party, and they are real conservatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Bob, if you happen to stumble on my blog, drop me a comment. You have my vote.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-9174730483633076266?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/9174730483633076266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=9174730483633076266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/9174730483633076266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/9174730483633076266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/10/who-me.html' title='Who Me?'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-4797599844615577535</id><published>2008-10-06T21:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:09:50.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Buddy Walk</title><content type='html'>I was so happy to do the Buddy Walk yesterday. However, I've noticed that the local Media Monkeys did not cover it. Not WCSC; WCIV or WTAT. WCBD was running late due to some sort of football or baseball game [I don't know nor care which] so they may have covered it. The local paper [The COMPost and Courier] did not cover it in Monday's paper either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad. It would have been well worth their effort had they made one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-4797599844615577535?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4797599844615577535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=4797599844615577535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/4797599844615577535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/4797599844615577535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/10/buddy-walk_06.html' title='Buddy Walk'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-2259723137702051864</id><published>2008-10-05T20:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T20:51:52.217-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Buddy Walk</title><content type='html'>I went on the Lowcountry DS Buddy Walk today. IT WAS AWSOME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I can't even begin to tell y'all about it. It was just so wonderful to see kids with DS and their supporters having a blast. I mostly love the friends of the DS kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the actual walk, my group was just ahead of a group calling itself Josh's Army. They were chanting, cheering and just having a great time. One was even in a wheelchair due to a broken leg. He didn't let that stop him like I would have, he wanted to be there for Josh. I don't know Josh, but I hope to one day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some awsome kids. You can learn a lot about Daddy God--our Creator--when you see how much how much love DS kids have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-2259723137702051864?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2259723137702051864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=2259723137702051864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/2259723137702051864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/2259723137702051864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/10/buddy-walk.html' title='Buddy Walk'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-4154687024818536212</id><published>2008-09-30T22:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T22:36:01.282-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely, my blog is so Lonely</title><content type='html'>I wish my friends would comment on my posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sigh&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-4154687024818536212?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4154687024818536212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=4154687024818536212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/4154687024818536212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/4154687024818536212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/09/lonely-my-blog-is-so-lonely.html' title='Lonely, my blog is so Lonely'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-1689781341051060503</id><published>2008-09-28T01:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T01:35:03.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>Movies: I just saw&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1129423/"&gt;Fireproof &lt;/a&gt;. It was good, but the acting was a little weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Jimmy Cagney and Marx Brothers movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal groupings. Collections of animals are called different things. For example&lt;br /&gt;A den of foxes&lt;br /&gt;A herd of cows&lt;br /&gt;and A buffett table of cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 0130 AM...I need a life so I don't do things like this anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-1689781341051060503?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1689781341051060503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=1689781341051060503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/1689781341051060503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/1689781341051060503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/09/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-9150932095747558410</id><published>2008-09-22T18:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:29:26.511-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She's worth it</title><content type='html'>My niece is 9 years old. She is a handful at times, but overall she's a great girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cheer leads; she is loyal to her friends; she loves her mom, dad, Grandma Jojo and Grandaddy Mel [my parents] and her Grandma Nette and Pa [her daddy's parents].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has already given her heart to Jesus. That takes a lot at her age. &lt;br /&gt;She's emailed me and asked me to put something about her on my blog. And you know what...she's worth the space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Sweetheart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-9150932095747558410?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/9150932095747558410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=9150932095747558410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/9150932095747558410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/9150932095747558410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/09/shes-worth-it.html' title='She&apos;s worth it'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-3162901112749130397</id><published>2008-09-21T15:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T15:09:22.179-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I WON!!!</title><content type='html'>Well I won 2nd place anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won 2nd place in the Division F, District 58 [SC] Humorous Speaking Contest. This means that on the off chance that the 1st place winner cannot make it to state then I go in his place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he makes it though, his speech was great, and he more than deserved to win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-3162901112749130397?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3162901112749130397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=3162901112749130397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/3162901112749130397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/3162901112749130397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-won.html' title='I WON!!!'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-2014106138244464885</id><published>2008-09-15T20:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T20:15:36.735-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Good</title><content type='html'>Nothing particular going on. But God is just so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-2014106138244464885?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2014106138244464885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=2014106138244464885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/2014106138244464885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/2014106138244464885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-is-good.html' title='Life is Good'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-8007408615650866264</id><published>2008-09-08T22:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T23:17:42.721-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The "R" Word</title><content type='html'>When I was in the 5th grade a kid--I think his name was Gene--asked me: "Are you retarded?". He was trying to be funny. A few moments later, Mrs. Werdin [spelling?] our math teacher called me to the front of the room to answer a math problem. Before I begin I got my shot in..."Well before I answer, Gene asked me if I was retarded...Yes, but not as much as you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class laughed, Mrs. Werdin didn't. She lectured us about how hurtful that word is and hurtful it is NOT to be used as a synonym for "stupid". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This stuck with me ever since. Let's say a comedian were to use the "N" word, or some other equivilent. That person's head would be called for. And while I belive in freedom of speech, perhaps their head should be served on a platter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years the "N" word has been used by African Americans entertianers [rap artists, comedias etc] but even they seem to be stopping. That makes sense. If they don't want Caucasions to use it, why should they use it themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I am SICK of the word "retarded" being used as "stupid". At the recent VMA awards, some British moron called President Bush "Retarded". The news isn't reporting this are they? Nope, not much. If the liberal media were to report it, then this idiot would look bad for his choice of words, and Bush would look good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I digress. A few points here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The reason I point out that this guy was British, is because:&lt;br /&gt;    A. We kicked their butts in 1776&lt;br /&gt;    B. We saved their butts in WW II&lt;br /&gt;    C. He's not an American. Here we have the freedom of speech to say stupid things like this. He's not an American...he doesn't have the same rights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. As stated above, I think that to use "retarded" as an insult is WRONG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He said this about Bush. I like Bush. I know that American has a right to say what they want according to the &lt;a href="http://www.constitution.org/billofr_.htm"&gt;Constition&lt;/a&gt; but what if he had called Obama the "N" word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That'd be wrong, and even though I'm not going to vote for Obama, I'd be just as angry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentally retarded children and adults are just as important to society as an idiot that uses that word as an insult. Not to mention the fact that they are often more loving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop using "reterd" and/or "retarded" as an insult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-8007408615650866264?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8007408615650866264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=8007408615650866264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/8007408615650866264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/8007408615650866264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/09/r-word.html' title='The &quot;R&quot; Word'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-4218245711750161420</id><published>2008-09-01T22:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:28:46.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'm reading.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://200pomegranates.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://200pomegranates.com/200PomsBanner250.jpg" width="250" height="147" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="www.seacoast.org"&gt;Seacoast church &lt;/a&gt;has many pastors. One of those pastors is &lt;a href="http://shawnsblogspot.wordpress.com/"&gt;Shawn Wood&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn is younger than I am. A better singer than I am. Has a beautiful famiy which I hope to have one day. [His daughter Isabel or as I call her Isabelly Button is just too cute]. He's also a better speaker than I am [but, I am pretty good myself]. And now he's an author. Shawn makes me want to be sick, but he's also a nice guy. Have you ever met anyone that you wanted to dislike, but couldn't? Well that's Shawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding Shawn. Shawn's book is called 200 Pomogranites and an Audience of One. I've not read but the first few pages, but I can tell that it's going to be awesome. His theme is that there are too many people saying that we can do anything we set our minds to. Have you ever tried that? Think about it. If I could do anything I set my mind to, I'd:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be taller than 5'5"&lt;br /&gt;Have a girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;Have a good job&lt;br /&gt;Be an author&lt;br /&gt;Be a super hero [Move over Batman, here comes Super Rog]&lt;br /&gt;Be &lt;a href="http://www.toastmasters.org"&gt;the world champion of public speaking &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe some of that's achievlble but I'm not looking to take over the Justice League anytime soon, and I think that maybe Reese Witherspoon is seeing someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, though we can't do "anything we set our minds to" there's still plenty we can do. The Bible says that we are "fearfully and wonderfully made" Ps 139:14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means that God made each of us to fit into a unique place in His world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write this for two reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1. At 39 I am just getting this into my thick skull. For years I wished I had other talents. Be they musicial, or acting or even sports [and I do not like sports]. I thought that my talents, whatever they may be, weren't good enough. Over the past few years, I've come to learn that they are. I have a talent for public speaking. I have a talent for working with special needs kids. I used to work customer service and now I know that I have a talent for putting up with jerks, and stupid people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a place in the kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The other reason I write this is because of Sarah Palin. For those that have been living with your head in the sand lately, she is John McCain's running mate for president of the US. I am a Republican, and McCain has not been my favorite choice, but that's another issue. I like Ms. Palin. You see, from what I understand, a few months ago, some pompus arse doctor told then Alaska Gov. Palin to abort her unborn child. Why? Because the baby had Down's Syndrome. i.e. Why she should bring a less than perfect baby into this world. That child can't contribute etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well kids, that's what another man thought too. His name was Hitler. Can you say Holocost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a place in God's kingdom. My friends, the &lt;a href="http://tacjcm.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kinney's&lt;/a&gt; have three kids, with another on the way. Their youngest--for now anyway--is Princess Coleman. She has Down's. She is a wonderful little girl. She is about 1 and a half now, and she'd learning to walk and just now making some mama and dada type sounds. I love this kid. I love all their kids, but Coleman has my heart in a way that other kids--other than my niece--don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can we learn from a DS kid? Well, for one thing, they love like no else seems to be able to. My friend Maggie has a 10 year old named Grace. Grace truely lives that word. She loves everyone she meets. And she loves them without terms. She wants to include other kids when she plays, even if they can't play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up often hearing the "N" word. I hate that word. But, I also hate the "R" word. Retard. For some reason, the mentally retarded, or DS kids, or autistic kids or other disabled kids and adults are still seen as fair target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take the follwing things from this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Love without condition.&lt;br /&gt;2. Do NOT use the disabled as a target for your insulsts. There is NO difference between "retard" and the "N" word.&lt;br /&gt;3. You have a place in God's world. Don't say that you can't sing, or preach or play ball or fill in the blank with whatever you want to. Look at yourself, God has created you, knitted you to do something special. It may be as simple as inviting someone out to dinner, and making sure that they are included. It may be as simple as making sure that you smile at someone, or just have a kind word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an artist in something because you are a work of art yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-4218245711750161420?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4218245711750161420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=4218245711750161420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/4218245711750161420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/4218245711750161420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-im-reading.html' title='What I&apos;m reading.'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-6304965841770050792</id><published>2008-08-29T11:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T11:40:57.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God is Good</title><content type='html'>My mom had a cancerous spot removed from her skin today. It is not a serious cancer and she is OK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD IS GOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-6304965841770050792?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6304965841770050792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=6304965841770050792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/6304965841770050792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/6304965841770050792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/08/god-is-good.html' title='God is Good'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-3902384754975199284</id><published>2008-08-21T21:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T22:02:57.122-04:00</updated><title type='text'>After All These Months</title><content type='html'>I'm somtimes angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always had an issue with criminals. I don't like them too much. I'm not talking about someone that goes 60 in a 55 zone. I'm talking about real criminals. I used to work at a call center for National and Alamo Car Rentals. I was laid off when another company--who shall remain nameless, but let's just say that that they are an ENTERPRISing Rent-A-Car company, bought us out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I worked in the customer service dept. I once took a call from an very angry man that DEMANDED to know why his bill was so high. The reason: The car had been towed and impounded. There were no notes as to why, just that it had been. He then volueteered that he knew about that. He told me that "my rights were violated" when he was caught with some marijuana. In other words, this blithering idiot thinks that he has a right to do a doobie and do said doobie in our car and then not have to pay the pipe...Ooops, I mean the piper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring that up, not because that's what I'm angry at, but  because of my severe distate for criminal scum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost 2 years ago, my sister and her family were victims of home invasion. The crooks shot my brother in law in the arm, tied up the family and since they made my niece move from the bedroom closet, where she was hiding, to the hallway they added a kidnapping charge. The next week, They robbed two resteraunts. Here's how this stacks up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were caught hours after robbing the resteraurnts. About a year later they went to trial. They were found guilty and they face 7 life time sentences in jail PLUS over 200 years. The reason it is so long is because kidnapping is automatically a life time sentence and when they robbed my sister, they made my neice--6 years old at the time--move to the hall way. They also made the 7 employees at the two restarunts move around and each one of those became a kidnapping charge. Add those to the robbery, assualt etc. and it's pretty serious stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's why I'm rehashing this. These punks have defenders. They've people trying to say that these poor guys just made a mistake and now they've no chance to ever contribute to society. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say that's just too bad. You don't want to go to jail, do NOT do anything stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally, hope that not only do they never see the light of day, but I even hope that they...let's just say drop the soap in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that very Christian? No it isn't. But that's what I need to work on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-3902384754975199284?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3902384754975199284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=3902384754975199284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/3902384754975199284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/3902384754975199284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/08/after-all-these-months.html' title='After All These Months'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-7810897097418470454</id><published>2008-08-20T14:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T14:21:38.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention Prayer Warriors</title><content type='html'>I have just found out that my 77 year old mother in GA has discovered that she has skin cancer. We do not know what kind at this point. She'll be having surgery to remove this place on her leg on Friday August 29. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for my mother and that the surgery goes well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-7810897097418470454?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7810897097418470454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=7810897097418470454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/7810897097418470454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/7810897097418470454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/08/attention-prayer-warriors.html' title='Attention Prayer Warriors'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-1156778860276552184</id><published>2008-08-18T13:53:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T13:59:36.998-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympics</title><content type='html'>I'm one of the few in America that are not following the Olympics. I've never cared for sports. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I do have a few thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;1. It's great that Americans are winning some of the gold. Especially Michel Phelps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It's sad that the Chinese pulled a Milli-Vanilli and made that kid lip sync whatever that song was. Let the other kid do it, she may not have been as "cute" but a good singer is a good singer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Some of the kids are under aged. It's not worth it to scar those kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, here's my biggest thought. We should have boycotted this year. Why? The Chinese government comitts horrible human rights violations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. If you want me to "defend" my views, I'm not going to do it. It's my blog and if you want to "debate" don't read it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-1156778860276552184?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1156778860276552184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=1156778860276552184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/1156778860276552184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/1156778860276552184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/08/olympics.html' title='Olympics'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-5570022418564077127</id><published>2008-08-13T23:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:13:06.589-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollywild bear cub kidnapped; put on display at truck stop | Spartanburg, South Carolina | GoUpstate.com | Spartanburg Herald-Journal</title><content type='html'>Here's the story from the newspaper that "broke" it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goupstate.com/article/20080813/NEWS/808130344/1112&amp;amp;title=Hollywild_bear_cub_kidnapped__put_on_display_at_truck_stop"&gt;Hollywild bear cub kidnapped; put on display at truck stop | Spartanburg, South Carolina | GoUpstate.com | Spartanburg Herald-Journal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-5570022418564077127?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.goupstate.com/article/20080813/NEWS/808130344/1112&amp;title=Hollywild_bear_cub_kidnapped__put_on_display_at_truck_stop' title='Hollywild bear cub kidnapped; put on display at truck stop | Spartanburg, South Carolina | GoUpstate.com | Spartanburg Herald-Journal'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5570022418564077127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=5570022418564077127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/5570022418564077127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/5570022418564077127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/08/hollywild-bear-cub-kidnapped-put-on.html' title='Hollywild bear cub kidnapped; put on display at truck stop | Spartanburg, South Carolina | GoUpstate.com | Spartanburg Herald-Journal'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-4195242982057969869</id><published>2008-08-13T23:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:10:16.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah The Joys of SC</title><content type='html'>I was born and raised right here in North Charleston SC. &lt;br /&gt;On my way home today, I heard a story on one of the local talk stations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found the AP wire on Yahoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SC bear back at animal refuge after 'cubnapping' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELLFORD, S.C. - A stolen bear cub is back with his brother at a South Carolina animal park after being snatched and put on display at a truck stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Herald-Journal of Spartanburg reports that 31-year-old John Chadwick Montgomery was charged Tuesday with third-degree burglary and grand larceny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authorities say Montgomery took the 7-month-old cub from the Hollywild Animal Park on Saturday night. Workers say he planned to take a monkey but opted for the bear after another monkey attacked him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Montgomery took the bear to a truck stop and charged people $1 each to pet the animal. The bear was returned to the park unharmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jail officials said they did not know if Montgomery had an attorney. Records show he was in custody Wednesday morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************&lt;br /&gt;OK that's the story. In my sometimes view from askew, here's the scenario I saw in my twisted mind's near-sighed eye:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John [known to his friends and family as Jo Jo] said to his wife/girlfriend/cousin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's wuht we's gonna do. Now you take that money you keep in your bra up there amoungst your woman parts and you go down to Lickety Split Liquers op and invest in some lottery tickets. Now whilest you do that there stuff, I'm gonna git us a monkey from the animule park. And then I'll charge folks a dollar to come up and pets him on the head.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo Jo arrives at the animal park and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey...that dad-blasted monkey done bitted me on the head. Shoot fire! Now what does I do to get this did. Hey I there's a baby bahar over thare. I'll just a-git me him and his mama won't know nothin' 'bout it. I shore am smart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-4195242982057969869?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4195242982057969869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=4195242982057969869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/4195242982057969869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/4195242982057969869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/08/ah-joys-of-sc.html' title='Ah The Joys of SC'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-8451487738057459092</id><published>2008-08-04T19:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T19:37:28.127-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoo Hoo!!! God is good</title><content type='html'>OK a few months ago I started a school called &lt;a href="http://www.dtccharleston.com/"&gt;Discovery Training Center &lt;/a&gt; one of my objectives is to get my Certification in &lt;a href="http://www.certiport.com/Portal/desktopdefault.aspx?tabid=172"&gt;IC3.&lt;/a&gt; That's Internet, Computing Core Certification. It involves a 3 part test: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living On Line [passed in June]&lt;br /&gt;Computer Concepts [passed in June]&lt;br /&gt;Both of those were passed with an 880 or so.&lt;br /&gt;I failed Key Concepts, which I needed to get the certification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY I PASSED WITH A PERFECT SCORE OF 1000!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get my certification soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has me on my way!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-8451487738057459092?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8451487738057459092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=8451487738057459092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/8451487738057459092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/8451487738057459092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/08/whoo-hoo-god-is-good.html' title='Whoo Hoo!!! God is good'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-271038416124212678</id><published>2008-07-27T22:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T22:16:04.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BO goes over there</title><content type='html'>Well BO decided to take "hope and change" overseas. I didn't realize that the rest of the word was voting for president. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I don't care where he goes, I just needed to get an update in since I'm bugging &lt;a href="http://bigredhead42.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Big Red Head&lt;/a&gt; to do so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-271038416124212678?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/271038416124212678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=271038416124212678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/271038416124212678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/271038416124212678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/07/bo-goes-over-there.html' title='BO goes over there'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-310718863572264515</id><published>2008-07-12T11:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T11:50:56.408-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hillary</title><content type='html'>Well it's a good thing BO won. After all Jackson could NEVER cut off Hillary's nuts... oh wait. Maybe she does have a pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better ask Janet Reno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-310718863572264515?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/310718863572264515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=310718863572264515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/310718863572264515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/310718863572264515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/07/hillary.html' title='Hillary'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-7174245999897029169</id><published>2008-07-12T11:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T13:09:01.191-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet more from the mind of Super Rog</title><content type='html'>Jesse Jackson has a history of anti-Semitic remarks. Now he wants to circumsise Obama. That will make Obamba Jewish. And the anti-christ will be Jewish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coinsicdence? I think not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-7174245999897029169?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7174245999897029169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=7174245999897029169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/7174245999897029169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/7174245999897029169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/07/yet-more-from-mind-of-super-rog.html' title='Yet more from the mind of Super Rog'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-1502589394366811107</id><published>2008-07-12T11:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T11:18:24.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesse Cont.</title><content type='html'>Ok here's my latest thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Old Double J is a bigoted jerk that hates Whitey. B.O. is 1/2 white. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, maybe Jesse will pull off 1/2 a Bobbit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-1502589394366811107?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1502589394366811107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=1502589394366811107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/1502589394366811107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/1502589394366811107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/07/jesse-cont.html' title='Jesse Cont.'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-9214097695928154137</id><published>2008-07-11T18:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T18:31:40.557-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Jesse, Go Jesse, Go Jesse</title><content type='html'>Ok, so the few of you that read this, know that Jesse Jackson just made an idiot of himself. It's not the first time, but it is the first time he has been embarressed by it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was on Fox news and he thought that the camara and mics were off. He then whispered that Obama "talks down to black people" and that he'd "like to cut his nuts off".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Jackson read this? I doubt it. But, on the off chance he does...YOU ARE A MORON!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT voting for Obama. I'm not even all that crazy about McCain. I voted for Mike Huckabee and I'd love to vote for Ron Paul. In fact, I'm tempted to vote for Libertarain, Bob Barr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, here's what I understand about Jesse's comment about Obama "talking down to black people." Obama is a very well spoken man. He's very articulate. He's wrong on most if not all of his views, but he communicates well. Well, he doesn't say anything really, but he is good at saying it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since Obama uses proper grammar, Jesse seems to think that this is "talking down"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortuneatly, it seems as if most of the Black community, is ticked off at Jackson, so maybe ol' Jess will finally fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, let's look at it this way...if Jesse does make good on his thret to &lt;ahem&gt; remove Obama's man parts, then there will be some major change, and that's what Obama keeps calling for. He'll just call for it in a higher octive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-9214097695928154137?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/9214097695928154137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=9214097695928154137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/9214097695928154137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/9214097695928154137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/07/go-jesse-go-jesse-go-jesse.html' title='Go Jesse, Go Jesse, Go Jesse'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-5075117432750830445</id><published>2008-06-27T10:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T10:46:39.092-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chosen</title><content type='html'>I am chosen. No, I still can't get a date. In fact a co-worker in the children's ministry at my church reminded me the other day that I am NOT Brad Pitt. Um...OK. Thanks...I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, by saying that "I'm chosen" I simply refer to the fact that 39 years ago, I was adopted. I was born Jan 19, and my parents brought me home 3 days later. I was just a baby at the time, so NO I don't remember that, I've just been told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason that I bring this up is that I was surfing &lt;a href="www.wikidpedia.com"&gt;Wikipeda&lt;/a&gt; and looked up "adoption" just for the fun of it. I found out that some air-head wrote a book about 15 years ago about adopted children feeling some sort of separation from birth parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea seems to be that an unborn infant bonds with the mother and once born and given up feels resentful at some level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BULL!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I am very much pro-life and I do think that there may be some sort of bond between the yet-to-be-born and the mother, but a feeling of being abandoned and left etc????&lt;br /&gt;I was raised by very loving parents. My only parents. The ones that chose me. I NEVER felt resentful towards them for choosing me, much less for taking me away. Ok, when I was the mature age of 7, I thought that my birth mother may come and take me away, but I'd of just run away and come back home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is an adoptive Father. We were created by Him. But, our sin separates us from Him because He cannot look at sin. He sent His Son Jesus to die for those sins. When we accept that, we become chosen---adopted---by God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Ephesians%201:5-6;&amp;version=31;"&gt;He  predestined us to be adopted as his sons through Jesus Christ, in accordance with his pleasure and will— to the praise of his glorious grace, which he has freely given us in the One he loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eph 1:5-6 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-5075117432750830445?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5075117432750830445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=5075117432750830445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/5075117432750830445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/5075117432750830445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/06/chosen.html' title='Chosen'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-2707094468237953748</id><published>2008-06-17T19:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T08:59:20.449-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Princesses.</title><content type='html'>I just cut and pasted this from&lt;a href="http://purpleplasticpianopeople.blogspot.com/"&gt; my other blog. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was to take over this past Saturday for the Won by One kids. No one showed up. I was hoping to make it to church services but I was detoured. My friends the Kinneys' have 3 and 1/2 great kids [the 1/2 is going to be here in a few months]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The youngest-so far-is Princess Coleman. She is about 1 1/2 years old. Anyway last week, I was walking past the nursery at the church and a very unhappy camper was in there. I held my arms out and Coleman came right to me. I got a few sugars out of her, and got her to calm down a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, she has Down Syndrome. DS kids are the most loving kids in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her daddy, Scott, is our children's minister. One night at a special function at the church, he mentioned Colman's situation. Two-well intentioned--elderly ladies in front of me had that "OH NO!!! Poor baby..." reaction. What they don't know is that DS kids are a true blessing. They do not know "hatred". Of course, it can be argued that no one knows hatred and that it has to be taught, but it's different w/ these kids. They just love. PERIOD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for this "side effect" of DS. Maybe we can all learn something from them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-2707094468237953748?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2707094468237953748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=2707094468237953748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/2707094468237953748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/2707094468237953748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-just-cut-and-pasted-this-from-my.html' title='Princesses.'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-5828339026192141928</id><published>2008-06-16T19:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T19:24:19.732-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Classes</title><content type='html'>I'm about 1/2 way through the MCDST class, however they've found out that they put me into something I wasn't ready for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't mean that I shouldn't be taking those classes, just not right now. They want me to take A+ first. AND they're creating a class for those of us that are somewhere between Uber Geeks and that don't know how to spell komputer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'll keep in the MCDST classes, and next month I'll take A+. They'll let us know when they're ready for us to take that new class they're working on. When it's all over, they'll let us re-sit the MCDST class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is so good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-5828339026192141928?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5828339026192141928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=5828339026192141928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/5828339026192141928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/5828339026192141928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/06/classes.html' title='Classes'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-2988350583152838559</id><published>2008-06-09T08:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T12:44:57.709-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MCDST</title><content type='html'>Well, I took all of my basic computer classes, called IC3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm starting a 9 day adventure called MCDST. This will certify me as a help desk associate. Those are the ones that you call when you can't find the "any key" on your computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows? Maybe in about 2 weeks, I'll have a great job because of this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-2988350583152838559?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2988350583152838559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=2988350583152838559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/2988350583152838559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/2988350583152838559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/06/mcdst.html' title='MCDST'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-261023877470187584</id><published>2008-06-06T11:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T11:28:28.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Excel-Ent</title><content type='html'>I'm working on MS Excel in class right now [we're on a break] and I am SO understaning it. This is just SO like God to help me with things like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To paraphrase Paul. &lt;em&gt;When I am weak, He is strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAISE GOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we're getting pizza today too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-261023877470187584?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/261023877470187584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=261023877470187584' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/261023877470187584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/261023877470187584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/06/excel-ent.html' title='Excel-Ent'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-6349731389495014831</id><published>2008-06-04T20:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T20:42:24.621-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo Hoo</title><content type='html'>Well they closed our call center on Friday. Monday I had the day off and starting Tuesday, I've been taking a class in computers. I took the 1st of a 3 part test today. I had to make at least an 800 out of 1000 and I made an 889.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-6349731389495014831?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6349731389495014831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=6349731389495014831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/6349731389495014831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/6349731389495014831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/06/woo-hoo.html' title='Woo Hoo'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-3983958251942735113</id><published>2008-05-30T21:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T21:54:48.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The God of Commas and Agains 2.0</title><content type='html'>Late last year the company I work for was bought out. About 2 months later, the new owners announced that they were going to close our call center and move it to their head quarters by May 30 2008. I’ve worked at that call center in customer service for nine years and was facing a layoff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, this is not a period. It is not an end to a sentence. Instead it is just a comma. A comma is a place in a sentence that tells the reader to pause wait for just a nanosecond before continuing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a minor disability, called a neuro-developmental dysfunction. It affects fine eye/hand motor skills, such as handwriting [called dysgraphia]. It’s not known for sure, if I was born with this, or if it’s the result of eye surgery I had when I was about five. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was growing up, the awkwardness caused by that disability isolated me to a point due to relentless playground and classroom teasing from others. I’ve always had trouble getting close to others, and still do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over ten years ago, I was a Real Estate agent. I was not a success, and look at it as the equivalent of being unemployed. One night I woke up after a nightmare about being a “failure”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God spoke to my heart, giving me the words &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=ps%20139;&amp;version=31;"&gt;“Psalm 139”&lt;/a&gt;. I went back to sleep and had no more worries the rest of the night. The next morning I woke up, and read that chapter in my Bible. That night at a Bible study someone read that same chapter not knowing what had occurred the night before. That gave me the reassurance that God was going to take care of me, and that He had made me who I was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years of dealing with the teasing that came from my awkwardness from that disability, and not being able to “make it” as a real estate agent, had led to me having a pretty low view of myself. Ps. 139:14 says that “I am fearfully and wonderfully made.”  I am uniquely created and that I do NOT need anyone else’s permission to be me. At 39, I am still learning to understand this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve called this Blog entry The God of Commas and Agains. “Commas” are those pauses in our lives that are not endings just resting places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Agains” are new starts and 2nd chances. A few years ago, my pastor delivered a sermon series called “Mulligans”. A mulligan is an unofficial rule in golf that allows a group of players to give a player 2nd chance. In other words, if a player hits a ball into the water he may be allowed a ‘mulligan’ or a 2nd chance with no penalty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that to this day. Especially with this closure.  I may have a pause in my life, but it is a chance to start over. I have a chance to take this pause and do bigger and better things with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take this pause and have a shot at some “agains” in different areas of my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Career: I am going to continue my education and for computer training. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toastmasters: I want to continue to get my DTM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church: I work with special needs kids. I want to continue that and do more with those great kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Christian: I want to grow my relationship to God and rely on Him more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendships: I want to develop new friendships and deeper friendships. Getting a girlfriend would also be a great step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=ps%20139;&amp;version=31;"&gt;Please read Psalm 139 here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-3983958251942735113?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3983958251942735113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=3983958251942735113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/3983958251942735113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/3983958251942735113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/05/god-of-commas-and-agains-20_30.html' title='The God of Commas and Agains 2.0'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-7358521850280036902</id><published>2008-05-26T11:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T11:44:32.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>Thank You God for all of the men and women that have fought and died for our country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-7358521850280036902?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7358521850280036902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=7358521850280036902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/7358521850280036902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/7358521850280036902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/05/memorial-day.html' title='Memorial Day'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-5329882698820384954</id><published>2008-05-14T20:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T20:38:18.049-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SAMMY</title><content type='html'>For those of you with no life that have kept up with my blog, then you know that my job will end soon. Today we had our last potluck. We all ate burgers and dogs etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to contact Sam. Sam is a former team leader. He is no longer with the company. About 3 years ago, I broke my ankle. When I got back from medical leave, I found that Sam had gone on. I won't speculate on the details since I wasn't there, but suffice it to say, it was something that ticked off everyone, that his departure was not based on him quitting for a better job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, Sam came for dinner. It was great to see him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that I had the chance to see him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Sammy, I sent you my blogspot, feel free to say hello anytime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-5329882698820384954?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5329882698820384954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=5329882698820384954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/5329882698820384954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/5329882698820384954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/05/sammy.html' title='SAMMY'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-4461209764061543205</id><published>2008-05-06T19:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T19:44:12.265-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A God of Agains and Commas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.seacoast.org"&gt;My pastor&lt;/a&gt; had a sermon series a few years ago called &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mulligan"&gt;"Mulligans". &lt;/a&gt;. Mulligans are second chances in golf and other games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea is that God allows 2nd chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a really brief overview of my career life over the past 6 months or so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Last year, they announced that the call center I work in will close up and be moved to St. Louis. I've NO desire to move away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. In January &lt;a href="http://www.scfederal.org"&gt;I went to a job fair held by South Carolina Federal&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Somewhere along the way, I LIKE AN IDIOT changed my voicemail greeting to something that I thought was humorous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I looked down at my cell phone one day after that job fair. I had a missed call from SC Federal. No message was left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were offended by my message. I don't blame them. I was wrong to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SC Federal will be at a job fair at my current place of work either on Wednesday and/or Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MAY HAVE THAT 2ND CHANCE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not a sports fan, so while I loved that sermon series, the metaphor of "Mulligans" is a little lost on me. So instead of using that I'll just say that God is a God of "agains". In other words I have a chance AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's also the God of commas. What's that mean? It means this, just because I fouled up w/ a stupid choice doesn't mean that it was a period. In other words, it's not an ending, just a pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is GOOD!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-4461209764061543205?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4461209764061543205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=4461209764061543205' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/4461209764061543205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/4461209764061543205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/05/god-of-agains-and-commas.html' title='A God of Agains and Commas'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-2722399185727473429</id><published>2008-05-02T23:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T23:28:43.162-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoo Hooo</title><content type='html'>This is hit number 801. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I need a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-2722399185727473429?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2722399185727473429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=2722399185727473429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/2722399185727473429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/2722399185727473429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/05/whoo-hooo.html' title='Whoo Hooo'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-5942528360911794107</id><published>2008-05-01T10:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T10:45:22.687-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Good and I'm Smarter Than Yesterday</title><content type='html'>I write this during an unplanned break time. I took yesterday and today off to take classes in MS Excel levels 2 and 3. Our instructor, Melba, spilled her coffee so we've an unplanned break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school is called &lt;a href="http://www.trainwithpst.com"&gt;PST&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God that I've this opportunity and now I have to get back to class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-5942528360911794107?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5942528360911794107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=5942528360911794107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/5942528360911794107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/5942528360911794107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/05/gods-good-and-im-smarter-than-yesterday.html' title='God&apos;s Good and I&apos;m Smarter Than Yesterday'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-4890115073668773872</id><published>2008-04-29T18:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T18:20:58.242-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoo Hoo</title><content type='html'>Well my great American Job Hunt continues. However, I had an interview at one place today, and another one Friday. God is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-4890115073668773872?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4890115073668773872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=4890115073668773872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/4890115073668773872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/4890115073668773872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/04/whoo-hoo.html' title='Whoo Hoo'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-6562403753363068330</id><published>2008-04-18T22:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T22:10:07.869-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Should Be Certified</title><content type='html'>I've been blessed. I was given an opportunity to take two classes at work. One in MS Word and one in MS Excel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to take the rest of the classes as offered on my own and get certified in MS Office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I find that exicting...boy I'm a nerd. I also like graphic novels and don't have a girlfriend. Could their be a connection here?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-6562403753363068330?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6562403753363068330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=6562403753363068330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/6562403753363068330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/6562403753363068330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-should-be-certified.html' title='I Should Be Certified'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-3699088906826171222</id><published>2008-04-14T21:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T21:52:33.528-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>Anyone know how I can attach my awsomely hansome picture to comments I leave on friend's blogs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAQKQmNzWVI/AAAAAAAAABM/9l-GJEH60Uc/s1600-h/My+TM+Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAQKQmNzWVI/AAAAAAAAABM/9l-GJEH60Uc/s200/My+TM+Picture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189283950890277202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-3699088906826171222?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3699088906826171222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=3699088906826171222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/3699088906826171222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/3699088906826171222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/04/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAQKQmNzWVI/AAAAAAAAABM/9l-GJEH60Uc/s72-c/My+TM+Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-3920307840630185989</id><published>2008-04-01T19:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T19:48:55.647-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Aware</title><content type='html'>Today is the start of Autism Awareness Month. &lt;br /&gt;I was born with a non-Autism releated disablity. It's called a neurodevelopmental dysfunction. Don't know much about, even now. It did cause me to have bad hand writing [dysgraphia; related to the fact that I'm bad at math dyscalculia] and  sometimes causes dyslexia, but not in me. And it caused my coordidation to be really, really funky. [dyssomethingorother] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, my friend &lt;a href="http://lorifitz.blogspot.com"&gt;Lori has a blog.&lt;/a&gt; She's also an Autistic son, Michael. Mike is an awsome kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing is that I want you to know that Autism is NOT retardation. Please go to &lt;a href="http://lorifitz.blogspot.com"&gt;Lori's blog&lt;/a&gt; to understand it a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more later on, as I find more on it myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-3920307840630185989?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3920307840630185989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=3920307840630185989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/3920307840630185989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/3920307840630185989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/04/be-aware.html' title='Be Aware'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-6171749568713575907</id><published>2008-03-22T13:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T13:53:01.902-04:00</updated><title type='text'>YouTube - In My Language</title><content type='html'>This was found on You Tube. It is a video documentary made by an autistic lady. &lt;br /&gt;Very eye opening, and at the same time I closing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JnylM1hI2jc"&gt;YouTube - In My Language&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-6171749568713575907?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6171749568713575907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=6171749568713575907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/6171749568713575907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/6171749568713575907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/03/youtube-in-my-language.html' title='YouTube - In My Language'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-8192994228458423563</id><published>2008-03-21T20:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T20:14:05.199-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm an idiot</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, I----as a joke---re-recorded my voice mail greeting. I said something to the effect of: "Thank you for calling. For English press one, for Spanish, you're in America now. Learn English and call back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so today I have phone on silent and when I looked at it, I noticed that I had a missed call. It was a local business where I'm trying to get a job. They did NOT leave a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the back of my warped little brain, I thought &lt;em&gt;Gee, I wonder if they were offended by my voice mail and that's why they did not leave a message.&lt;/em&gt;  I called and was transfered to HR. I had to leave a message with someone from HR. It was a lady named Mrs. Ortiz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHH!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only hope they'll call me on Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-8192994228458423563?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8192994228458423563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=8192994228458423563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/8192994228458423563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/8192994228458423563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-idiot.html' title='I&apos;m an idiot'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-6962218338741920183</id><published>2008-03-12T20:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T20:49:19.194-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Now, SHE had to sit for awhile.</title><content type='html'>When I was growing up, we'd go on these famliy trips. Me, mom, dad and my aunts and uncles. &lt;br /&gt;At night we'd go into a hotel room. Every night Aunt Elsie would say the same thing..."Does anyone want to go to the bathroom before me? I might have to sit for awhile"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.c-n.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20080312/FRONT01/80312020"&gt;Courier News Online - Kansas woman sits on boyfriend&amp;#39;s toilet for 2 years&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-6962218338741920183?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.c-n.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20080312/FRONT01/80312020' title='Now, SHE had to sit for awhile.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6962218338741920183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=6962218338741920183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/6962218338741920183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/6962218338741920183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/03/now-she-had-to-sit-for-awhile.html' title='Now, SHE had to sit for awhile.'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-6827015646334685361</id><published>2008-03-09T14:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T14:56:09.348-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a life</title><content type='html'>View 600 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I need  girlfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-6827015646334685361?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6827015646334685361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=6827015646334685361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/6827015646334685361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/6827015646334685361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-life.html' title='What a life'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-8967830591845588515</id><published>2008-03-06T21:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T21:15:30.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ewwww</title><content type='html'>My dress socks just walked over to the washing machine under their own power.&lt;br /&gt;Updated just a moment ago edit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-8967830591845588515?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8967830591845588515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=8967830591845588515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/8967830591845588515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/8967830591845588515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/03/ewwww.html' title='Ewwww'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-4301551470207370503</id><published>2008-03-05T21:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T21:31:54.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>582</title><content type='html'>View 582. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd share that with ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-4301551470207370503?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4301551470207370503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=4301551470207370503' title='0 Comments'/><link 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Man dropped out yesterday. I knew it'd happen sooner or later. So I now with some reluctance support McCain. I still like Huck better. I also like Ron Paul, but it's gonna be McCain vs either Obama or The Former First Broad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I need a good nickname for Obama. Maybe I'll think of one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-1863978756203147618?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1863978756203147618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=1863978756203147618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/1863978756203147618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/1863978756203147618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/03/sad-day-in-muddville.html' title='Sad Day In Muddville'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-1595239570527819688</id><published>2008-03-04T17:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T17:40:51.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>572 hits so far. AND NO SINGLE WOMEN ARE HITTING ON ME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-1595239570527819688?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1595239570527819688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=1595239570527819688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/1595239570527819688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/1595239570527819688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/03/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-8874209020320285823</id><published>2008-03-01T22:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T22:40:37.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Picture</title><content type='html'>There's a new picture of your hero on his site. It was taken several months ago and is on the Toastmasters District 58 website. I just decided it looked better than my other one, so I put it up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Single women? What do y'all think?&lt;br /&gt;Married women? What do y'all think?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Men of either category:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DON'T WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-8874209020320285823?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8874209020320285823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=8874209020320285823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/8874209020320285823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/8874209020320285823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-picture.html' title='New Picture'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-6007953807758677815</id><published>2008-03-01T13:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T22:35:27.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Press One For English</title><content type='html'>This is too funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sEJfS1v-fU0"&gt;YouTube - Press One For English&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-6007953807758677815?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6007953807758677815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=6007953807758677815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/6007953807758677815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/6007953807758677815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/03/youtube-press-one-for-english.html' title='Press One For English'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-8966785049245453025</id><published>2008-02-28T22:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T22:26:15.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Cool Night</title><content type='html'>We held the Charleston Classics club contest. I can't be in a contest this year because I hold an area office, but we will be able send Bobby and Karen on to the Area Contest. AND next month, we'll host that contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I'm trusting God for a new job. I hope to get on at SC Federal Credit Union. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lord, I know that You know my name and even the hairs on my head. Lord, I trust You to give me that, or maybe even a better job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Name of Yeshua Messiah&lt;br /&gt;So be it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-8966785049245453025?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8966785049245453025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=8966785049245453025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/8966785049245453025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/8966785049245453025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/02/very-cool-night.html' title='Very Cool Night'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-4097041392747722102</id><published>2008-02-25T21:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T21:43:54.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hits</title><content type='html'>Well I have about 520 hits right now, AND I hit the gym today...and the gym is starting to hit right back. I'm sore in places I never knew I had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I hope the new pic doesn't scare anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still on the geat American Job Hunt. Pray for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I worked with the 2 year olds at church. A 2nd time visitor Anna came. It was my first time with her. She came in crying, ran over to me and sat in my lap. She stayed there the entire time and for the most part didn't cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is so amazing the way He works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-4097041392747722102?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4097041392747722102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=4097041392747722102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/4097041392747722102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/4097041392747722102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/02/hits.html' title='Hits'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-494681595585232920</id><published>2008-02-24T22:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T22:33:35.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Photo and New Number</title><content type='html'>I'm up to 512 or 513 hits as of this posting. I've also taken a new picture of myself with my new but really cheap webcam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also tired and in need of a bath so this is where it ends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-494681595585232920?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/494681595585232920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=494681595585232920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/494681595585232920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/494681595585232920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-photo-and-new-number.html' title='New Photo and New Number'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-5130365011708877838</id><published>2008-02-21T20:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T20:36:59.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is View 490</title><content type='html'>Soon there will be 500 views of my web page. &lt;br /&gt;If YOU are viewer #500 I want YOU to post a coment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a single woman...I want your phone number&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-5130365011708877838?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5130365011708877838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=5130365011708877838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/5130365011708877838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/5130365011708877838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-is-view-490.html' title='This is View 490'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-7525040293912442394</id><published>2008-02-18T21:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T21:58:50.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long TIme No Blog</title><content type='html'>My friend Terri put a link to Facebook on her blog. Now, I'm addicted to it. GEE THANKS TERRI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, not much has occured in the life of your hero dear readers. I just had a hair cut. In fact, I had several of them cut. [ha!!!].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad cut my hair, he normally uses clippers with an attachment that keeps it an even&lt;br /&gt;2/8" setting. However, this time, HE FORGOT TO PUT IN ANY ATTACHMENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head looks like it has 5 O'clock shadow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But so far I've had several compliments from women. That's really all that matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-7525040293912442394?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7525040293912442394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=7525040293912442394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/7525040293912442394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/7525040293912442394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/02/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long TIme No Blog'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-6681830342666828689</id><published>2008-02-09T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T14:47:15.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dean-O Was Right.</title><content type='html'>Dean Martin was a great singer. One of his hits was called &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everybody Loves Somebody Sometime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lMQFsjs21OQ"&gt;The lyrics were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Everybody loves somebody sometime&lt;br /&gt;Everybody falls in love somehow&lt;br /&gt;Something in your kiss just told me&lt;br /&gt;That sometime is now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody finds somebody someplace&lt;br /&gt;There's no telling whre love may appear&lt;br /&gt;Something in my heart keeps saying&lt;br /&gt;My someplace is here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had it in my power&lt;br /&gt;I'd arrange for every girl to have your charms&lt;br /&gt;Then every minute, every hour&lt;br /&gt;Everybody would find what I found in your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody loves somebody sometime&lt;br /&gt;And though my dreams were overdue&lt;br /&gt;Your love made it all worth waiting&lt;br /&gt;For someone like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had it in my power&lt;br /&gt;I'd arrange for every girl to have your charms&lt;br /&gt;Then every minute, every hour&lt;br /&gt;Everybody would find what I found in your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody loves somebody sometime&lt;br /&gt;And though my dreams were overdue&lt;br /&gt;Your love made it all worth waiting&lt;br /&gt;For someone like you&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb. 14 is the day that we remember &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._Valentine%27s_Day_Massacre"&gt;The Saint Valentine's Day Massacre&lt;/a&gt;. 78 years ago, members of the Al Capon gang, killed 5 members of the Bugs Moran gang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, it's also Valentines Day with all that romanance stuff. But, I won't acknowlge that until I get a girlfriend and Somebody Loves Me, Sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-6681830342666828689?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6681830342666828689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=6681830342666828689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/6681830342666828689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/6681830342666828689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/02/dean-o-was-right.html' title='Dean-O Was Right.'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-5231681657340132129</id><published>2008-02-09T13:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T13:44:53.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That Was  a Job for Super Rog</title><content type='html'>I had a call yesterday at work. Some Jaque Arse told me that I had 20 seconds to "make a decsion" to refund his money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me less than that to say no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-5231681657340132129?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5231681657340132129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=5231681657340132129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/5231681657340132129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/5231681657340132129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/02/that-was-job-for-super-rog.html' title='That Was  a Job for Super Rog'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-142841939170261490</id><published>2008-02-08T21:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T21:12:02.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite New Show</title><content type='html'>I've been on Facebook and it seems that every woman I've read a profile on, says that her favorite show is Grey's Anatomy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, even though I've never seen it [yet] it is my new favorite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, now that I've done that whole sensative male thing, maybe I can get a girlfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-142841939170261490?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/142841939170261490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=142841939170261490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/142841939170261490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/142841939170261490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/02/favorite-new-show.html' title='Favorite New Show'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-7925340628564409693</id><published>2008-02-07T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T22:21:00.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of heart</title><content type='html'>Well as you can see I've been supporting Mike Huckabee for president. He even has been endorced by James Dobson &lt;a href="http://mikehuckabee.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. However I've been leaning towards Mitt Romeney lately. The reason? He's been polling higher than Mike but lower than McCain. And McCain is TOO LIBERAL for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now Romeny has dropped out&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080208/ap_on_el_pr/republican_race;_ylt=Ao6SJoCgQKc8Tf0I.fKEe8eyFz4D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also like Ron Paul and Duncan Hunter, however Hunter dropped and Paul is polling lower than I would. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since all my guys drop out or poll badly I now support&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FORMER FIRST BROAD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I don't like Hillary, but based on my history it seems that those that I support lose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one good thing about The Former First Broad being elected. Think of the money we'd save when Air Force One is replaced by broom. And we'd no longer need Sercet Service because she'd just put that evil eye spell of hers on any man that tried to hurt her. Kind of like the way she hid Billy Boy's um...external fortitude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, RUN HILL RUN!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-7925340628564409693?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7925340628564409693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=7925340628564409693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/7925340628564409693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/7925340628564409693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/02/change-of-heart.html' title='Change of heart'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-7388908928726098168</id><published>2008-02-07T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T21:59:26.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>372</title><content type='html'>Ok I was at 358, now I'm up to 372&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone care enough to say hello? Nooooo of course not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, I love me anyway so there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-7388908928726098168?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7388908928726098168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=7388908928726098168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/7388908928726098168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/7388908928726098168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/02/372.html' title='372'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-7324072196616678511</id><published>2008-02-06T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T20:09:31.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deal or no Deal</title><content type='html'>I am really liking Deal or no Deal. &lt;br /&gt;Probably all of the really attractive women, or is it Howie Mandel is so cool? Or maybe the philisophical impplications? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe even..no it's the women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, this should get me up to 358&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-7324072196616678511?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7324072196616678511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=7324072196616678511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/7324072196616678511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/7324072196616678511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/02/deal-or-no-deal.html' title='Deal or no Deal'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-5125637536352623773</id><published>2008-02-06T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T17:24:14.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>355</title><content type='html'>View 355 since I reset my counter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I need a girlfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-5125637536352623773?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5125637536352623773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=5125637536352623773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/5125637536352623773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/5125637536352623773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/02/355.html' title='355'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-980277787600752488</id><published>2008-02-05T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T21:06:07.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm I Wonder</title><content type='html'>Why does the liberated, open-minded media think it's neccessary to break down the results of Super Tuesday [no relation to Super Rog] into race and gender?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-980277787600752488?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/980277787600752488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=980277787600752488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/980277787600752488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/980277787600752488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/02/hmm-i-wonder.html' title='Hmm I Wonder'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-1564845293348318625</id><published>2008-02-03T16:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T16:23:36.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ARE YOU READY FOR SOME FOOOTTBAALLL!!!</title><content type='html'>Nope not at all. I don't even like football. It's Super Bowl Sunday and I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I going to do today? Maybe a movie, maybe dinner. I sure won't go out to a bar type place. I hate the yellng and the screaming of the rabid fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to &lt;a href="http://thekickinchicken.com/"&gt;The Kicken Chicken&lt;/a&gt; Mt. P a few weeks ago after church By the way...their Old Bay Wings ROCK!!!!. They had a game on and the moron behind us at another table kept yelling his fool head off. My freinds and I couldn't hear each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if these idiots think the football players can hear them. When I was a kid, I'd go play at the house across the street. I still remember going there and playing Clue, or some other board game in the den while their dad screamed and cussed at the TV during a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW I'm up to 311 hits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"RUN! I SAID RUN YOU &amp;*##*$!!!! RUN NOW **@(#)($*(@($!!!!!!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned several words from him. I also developed a theology that says if you ask God to bless, He often will, and if you ask Him to do the oppoiste, He may do that to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-1564845293348318625?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1564845293348318625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=1564845293348318625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/1564845293348318625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/1564845293348318625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/02/are-you-ready-for-some-fooottbaalll.html' title='ARE YOU READY FOR SOME FOOOTTBAALLL!!!'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-4913152488303652034</id><published>2008-02-02T23:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T23:12:31.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exciting day today. &lt;a href="http://www.toatmasters.org"&gt;Toastmasters&lt;/a&gt; held its annual training day at The Citadel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned what I need to do to try to reach DTM soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also heard a great sermon at &lt;a href="http://www.seacoast.org"&gt;church&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also been a long day so I'll go to bed here soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm up to 303 views. Cool huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-4913152488303652034?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4913152488303652034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=4913152488303652034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/4913152488303652034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/4913152488303652034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/02/exciting-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-4936757806845287832</id><published>2008-01-30T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T23:19:47.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>263</title><content type='html'>Reading the latest post makes this view # 263.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love me. Let's see how many of you do too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-4936757806845287832?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4936757806845287832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=4936757806845287832' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/4936757806845287832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/4936757806845287832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/01/263.html' title='263'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-8276720757053625034</id><published>2008-01-30T00:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T00:17:59.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is lame</title><content type='html'>Ok so I'm checking out my blog and I see that I am "Visitor" # 245 or 6&lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging that fact because I want to check it out again next time to see if has incresed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I need a girlfriend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-8276720757053625034?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8276720757053625034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=8276720757053625034' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/8276720757053625034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/8276720757053625034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-lame.html' title='This is lame'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783046263760128447.post-5027375889711075580</id><published>2008-01-29T20:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T20:32:26.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Opportunities</title><content type='html'>I went to a job fair today. It was for SC Federal Credit Union. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to get a job in their contact center. That's close to what I've been doing for 9 years now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783046263760128447-5027375889711075580?l=thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5027375889711075580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3783046263760128447&amp;postID=5027375889711075580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/5027375889711075580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783046263760128447/posts/default/5027375889711075580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesuperrogfiles.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-opportunities.html' title='New Opportunities'/><author><name>Super Rog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08000928309062400242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VN47zjCqZJQ/SAaBY2NzWXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-j0mx9AQxNU/S220/My+TM+Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
