<?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-9614540</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:08:52.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I thinking</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a place where i can write down my thoughts. So bare with me, I am new at this. I hoping that i can deal with issues that i am going through. Well read and try to enjoy.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binksmith.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9614540/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binksmith.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15421548245747512671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9614540.post-112498424034841905</id><published>2005-08-25T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T08:37:20.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes girls???! We found yesterday we are going to have two girls. So the Smith household will be very girly. If i  can help it they will be tough girls. Please pray for thier health while the grown up in moms tummy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9614540-112498424034841905?l=binksmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binksmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112498424034841905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9614540&amp;postID=112498424034841905' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9614540/posts/default/112498424034841905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9614540/posts/default/112498424034841905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binksmith.blogspot.com/2005/08/girls.html' title='Girls!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>bink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15421548245747512671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9614540.post-112491677060564471</id><published>2005-08-24T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T13:52:50.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes I am still alive! I think.....?</title><content type='html'>It has been awhile sense I last posted. Things just got to busy for me during summer. Summer is always crazy but I love it. This summer was even more so for me because I was looking for a house to buy. We found found one and moved in during the weekend of the staff worship. Not only was I looking for a house we had doctors apt. In Fresno every two weeks. I am pretty much overwhelmed with this whole baby thing. It is a twin baby thing. Like I said crazy times. I would trade it for anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to go on vacation we leave on Aug. 29 and come back Sept. 2. It will be a great time of relaxing. I would tell where we are going but Christy might read this and it is a surprise for here. She has no clue where we are going she told me to book a trip and I did. I hope that she will like where are going it is hard to plan a trip when your wife is pregnant with twins. I want to make sure that we do not over do it. She needs to take it easy. This will the last vacation we take before the twins are born. That just sounds weird still to me &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE TWINS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess I will just have to face it I am a father of twins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9614540-112491677060564471?l=binksmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binksmith.blogspot.com/feeds/112491677060564471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9614540&amp;postID=112491677060564471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9614540/posts/default/112491677060564471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9614540/posts/default/112491677060564471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binksmith.blogspot.com/2005/08/yes-i-am-still-alive-i-think.html' title='Yes I am still alive! I think.....?'/><author><name>bink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15421548245747512671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9614540.post-111644976287873343</id><published>2005-05-18T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T13:56:02.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Wars I will Watch  YES</title><content type='html'>I can not believe the last Star Wars movie is here. I have been to every opening day since the saga started back in 1977 I think. This will be the first 1201am showing I have been able to get tickets for. I feel like such a little kid, I am almost giddy. As Christy has written on her blog that we have a lot of Star Wars things, That is a understatement. I am hoping to sell all of it soon on eBay. I just don't have room for it any more. I need to start to make room for the baby. I will keep some of the real old stuff to hand down to my child. Maybe it will help pay for college. I have also decided to give some of the stuff to a couple of guys who are real big fans as long as there folks say it is ok. Scott Smith and Josh Harrison if you guys happen to read this you will have first pick before I sell the rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9614540-111644976287873343?l=binksmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binksmith.blogspot.com/feeds/111644976287873343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9614540&amp;postID=111644976287873343' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9614540/posts/default/111644976287873343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9614540/posts/default/111644976287873343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binksmith.blogspot.com/2005/05/star-wars-i-will-watch-yes.html' title='Star Wars I will Watch  YES'/><author><name>bink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15421548245747512671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9614540.post-111593980866583756</id><published>2005-05-12T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T16:16:48.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who would ever of guessed? Not Me</title><content type='html'>Many people have all ready heard by now that Christy is with child. I have been thinking a lot about it. As I look back on my life I still have a hard time believing that I am going to be a DADDY. It is not that I don't want to be a DADDY it is just hard to wrap me head around it. It is weird to think that there will be a little Binklet as some people are calling it. Something that is half me. What a scary thought!!!! I know one thing for sure is that I am blessed with a wife who will be the best MOMMY ever and the child is also blessed. I pray the next nine months will not be to hard on Christy, and her and the babies health will be 100%. I just hope that I can be half the dad that me father was to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9614540-111593980866583756?l=binksmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binksmith.blogspot.com/feeds/111593980866583756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9614540&amp;postID=111593980866583756' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9614540/posts/default/111593980866583756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9614540/posts/default/111593980866583756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binksmith.blogspot.com/2005/05/who-would-ever-of-guessed-not-me.html' title='Who would ever of guessed? Not Me'/><author><name>bink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15421548245747512671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9614540.post-111516326078618683</id><published>2005-05-03T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T16:34:20.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diets</title><content type='html'>Well I have decided to gone on the Atkins diet. It has been a challenge to say the least. I love the fact that I can eat all the meat I want, but not eating any carbs sucks!!!!!! Everything has carbs. The only carbs I can have come from fiber. It takes a lot of will power to stay on when everyone around you is eating all the stuff you cant. I have lost about 7 pounds so far, and it has only taking a week. So I guess it is working. I am hoping to loss about 75 pounds so I have a long way to go. If I can loss the weight than the doctors say that my liver will hopeful return to normal size and not be in such pain. It well be nice to go through a day with out a constant pain in the side. I have had it for about two years now. Christy has been real supportive. This diet is not the cheapest one to do, Atkins stuff is very spendy and well meat and fish are not free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9614540-111516326078618683?l=binksmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binksmith.blogspot.com/feeds/111516326078618683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9614540&amp;postID=111516326078618683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9614540/posts/default/111516326078618683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9614540/posts/default/111516326078618683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binksmith.blogspot.com/2005/05/diets.html' title='Diets'/><author><name>bink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15421548245747512671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9614540.post-111463284631786912</id><published>2005-04-27T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T13:14:06.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SORRY I GOT LOST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9614540-111463284631786912?l=binksmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binksmith.blogspot.com/feeds/111463284631786912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9614540&amp;postID=111463284631786912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9614540/posts/default/111463284631786912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9614540/posts/default/111463284631786912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binksmith.blogspot.com/2005/04/sorry-i-got-lost.html' title='SORRY I GOT LOST'/><author><name>bink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15421548245747512671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9614540.post-110859880361898828</id><published>2005-02-16T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T16:07:23.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HAVE A DOG</title><content type='html'>I have a dog and I am so so so so so happy. I have wanted a dog for forever and now I have one. She is a lab, collie, akita mix from the spca. She is 3 months old and for cool looking. Her name is Tejas, for those you do not know it is Spanish for Texas. I am surprised that we got her because she is not want breed I wanted or even what Christy wanted. I wanted a Blue Healer and she wanted a Golden retriever. But when we saw her we just had to have her. I feel like a little boy who has always wanted a dog, and is happy to get what ever. Some people say dogs are to much hassle, but I say bring it on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9614540-110859880361898828?l=binksmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binksmith.blogspot.com/feeds/110859880361898828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9614540&amp;postID=110859880361898828' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9614540/posts/default/110859880361898828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9614540/posts/default/110859880361898828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binksmith.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-have-dog.html' title='I HAVE A DOG'/><author><name>bink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15421548245747512671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9614540.post-110704244406093879</id><published>2005-01-29T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T15:47:24.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>W.M.I  NO MORE</title><content type='html'>It was kind of sad to say goodbye to the WMI people. They where here all month. You tend to get attached to people when you see them every day. Having them here meant that we had adult food always not like when ODE is here and it is six grader food &lt;strong&gt;BIG DIFFERENCE&lt;/strong&gt;. It was fun to come up with meals. We did not repeat any of the dinners all month and only some of the lunches and breakfasts where the same. The people from WMI where the nicest group you could ask for. They where always excited to see what we would come up next. There was a vegan in the group which made coming up with meals that she could eat. She never complained just asked for tofu when we did not have enough protein for her. She was one that I talked to more then any other. I learned a lot from her. I hope to go and visit her in Carmel Valley and taste some of the food that is served there. She will be the EMT for a Zen Retreat Center. I do not believe in all that Zen stuff but I am still her friend and enjoy talking to her about the community that she lives in. We really have a lot to talk about she was a Chef Trainer for Bon Appetite. Like I said before, you tend to get attached to people when see them ever day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9614540-110704244406093879?l=binksmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binksmith.blogspot.com/feeds/110704244406093879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9614540&amp;postID=110704244406093879' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9614540/posts/default/110704244406093879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9614540/posts/default/110704244406093879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binksmith.blogspot.com/2005/01/wmi-no-more.html' title='W.M.I  NO MORE'/><author><name>bink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15421548245747512671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9614540.post-110686720968779167</id><published>2005-01-27T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T15:06:49.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday to Forget  "YEAH RIGHT!"</title><content type='html'>I do not completely understand why people choose not to celebrate their birthdays. You Know like when it is your 40th. My self I hope that when I turn 40, which is not that far away I will be more than happy to party. I admit when I turned 30 I was a little sad, but once I realized there is nothing I can do about it. My wife Christy is turning 40 on Feb 7 and does not want to do anything. She just wants to stay home and stay in bed. I guess because I am a guy I will not understand why it is such a big deal. The only thing I really disagree with is not letting me know what to get her. I know that when she says she does not want anything that it really means that she wants to ignore her birthday I don't want to sound like I am thinking she is wrong, but I am just confused. I really want to do the right thing. I love Christy with all my being and only want her to be truly happy. If anyone has any suggestion please tell me because I do not want hurt or upset her in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christy if you read this please understand that I love you more than I can even begin to tell you and only want you to be happy. Remember I am I guy who is clueless about most things when women are involved. I and am man enough to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9614540-110686720968779167?l=binksmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binksmith.blogspot.com/feeds/110686720968779167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9614540&amp;postID=110686720968779167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9614540/posts/default/110686720968779167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9614540/posts/default/110686720968779167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binksmith.blogspot.com/2005/01/birthday-to-forget-yeah-right.html' title='Birthday to Forget  &quot;YEAH RIGHT!&quot;'/><author><name>bink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15421548245747512671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9614540.post-110635413218369507</id><published>2005-01-21T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T16:35:32.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Drive</title><content type='html'>I have to say that I love my drive to work. I only have to drive about 6 miles and that is in the mountains. When I go in early, it does not happen often; I love to drive about 5mph and just take in the beauty of Gods creation. I mean how else can you explain why everything is the way it is? When I drive up by my self it is a 6 mile prayer. I do not turn the radio on or even put a CD in just me and God talking. Sometimes I feel I can really hear him answer back and tell what I should do. I am not one for doing prayer out loud in front of people, but when I am alone it is like God right next to me. Lately I have been doubting why I made the change in my life to move back to Calvin Crest. I think that I should of stayed in Houston, but everytime I talk with God he reminds that it was not my choice but his. I mean I could of said no but I have learn that life is more rewarding when you listen to him. This has been the hardest thing to be obedient about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is a verse that always comes to my mind when I doubt what he is telling me. Jer. 29;11&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;" for I know the plans I have for you, declares the lord, plans to proper you and not harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That verse is always on my mind and one of my fingers because it is engraved on my wedding ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So back to my drive. It is a time when I feel that just maybe I am worthy to be called Christ own. Everything starts to come into focus for me. Why God has even thought that I could witness in his name. I am just a broken and unclean person no better than the rest maybe even worse. Do not get me wrong this is not a pity party just a understanding that I am nothing with out God. I do not know maybe I think to much when I am driving. Have you ever just about cried when you see a sunrise or a sunset. Up here in the mountains they are the most amazing things you will ever witness. If it is a clear morning and I see a sunrise I have to pull over and just marvel at the beauty. Sometimes I want to just keep on driving and not go to work. I can drive forever enjoy my talks with God forever. I wish I could feel as comfortable to talk with him when I am working, but I am to easy side tracked. Well I need to go now so just one more thought. Why is I am my opted to talk with God when no one is looking than when they are?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9614540-110635413218369507?l=binksmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binksmith.blogspot.com/feeds/110635413218369507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9614540&amp;postID=110635413218369507' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9614540/posts/default/110635413218369507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9614540/posts/default/110635413218369507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binksmith.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-drive.html' title='My Drive'/><author><name>bink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15421548245747512671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9614540.post-110497019525162720</id><published>2005-01-05T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T16:09:55.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold,Wet and Loving It</title><content type='html'>Man people just do not understand how much I love the snow. Up here at camp we have had around 2 and half feet snow in the past week and are probably going to get more starting tomorrow. We have a winter storm warning until Sunday. YESSSS!!!!. I love to look out side and see it snowing. As soon as I can figure out how to post pictures on here I will take some of the great amount of white stuff. Two of the guys from the kitchen are trying to tunnel threw the snow that has fell of the roof of the dining hall. They have got about seven feet last I heard. That is one of the reasons I love snow it turns grown ups into children and nobody thinks them weird. Every morning I drive up the hill to work and am soo glad I have 4 wheel drive cause I don't have to stop and put on chains. I always want to just plow threw the places that are untouched but Christy looks at me with that look and I still will just a little. I mean don't you every want to just jump into a big pile of fresh snow face first(you know you do).I only thing that I do not like is putting on all those clothes it just takes to long. And oh yea ice fishing is not fun, you sit out in the middle of frozen lake wind blowing with a hole cut in the ice waiting for fish to bit mean you get frost bite. Some people love it but not me. Sorry Dakotah but I will fish any other with you but that. I could go on all night about snow stuff but I will stop. It looks like it is starting to snow so I go check on the guys digging the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9614540-110497019525162720?l=binksmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binksmith.blogspot.com/feeds/110497019525162720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9614540&amp;postID=110497019525162720' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9614540/posts/default/110497019525162720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9614540/posts/default/110497019525162720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binksmith.blogspot.com/2005/01/coldwet-and-loving-it.html' title='Cold,Wet and Loving It'/><author><name>bink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15421548245747512671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9614540.post-110485631636295325</id><published>2005-01-04T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T08:31:56.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>Thanks everyone for your prayers. My Grandma passed away on new years eve. I found out just yesterday. I hope that in her heart she knew Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9614540-110485631636295325?l=binksmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binksmith.blogspot.com/feeds/110485631636295325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9614540&amp;postID=110485631636295325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9614540/posts/default/110485631636295325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9614540/posts/default/110485631636295325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binksmith.blogspot.com/2005/01/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>bink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15421548245747512671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9614540.post-110452759978712734</id><published>2004-12-31T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T13:13:19.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Pray For My Family</title><content type='html'>Please pray for my family I just found out from my sister that my Grandma on my moms side had a stroke and the doctors don't think she will make it. My mom is real tore up because she can not fly out to she her because she does not fly and she and my dad can not take enough time off to drive. Myself I will probably not be able to make it either.  I just pray that my mom will be able to go.  I also pray that my grandma is in no pain and that she does not have to suffer. I dont know what my grandma beleives. When i was a kid she was mormon but i heard she is not anymore. I just hope that she found Jesus or finds him before it is to late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9614540-110452759978712734?l=binksmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binksmith.blogspot.com/feeds/110452759978712734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9614540&amp;postID=110452759978712734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9614540/posts/default/110452759978712734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9614540/posts/default/110452759978712734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binksmith.blogspot.com/2004/12/please-pray-for-my-family.html' title='Please Pray For My Family'/><author><name>bink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15421548245747512671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9614540.post-110334546253639705</id><published>2004-12-17T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T20:54:35.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The little kid inside</title><content type='html'>I love this time of year. I feel like a little kid again. I cant wait to open the gifts. When I get I gift I want to open it right away. The only way I wont is if Christy stops me. Tonight when we got to her moms, she had are Christmas gift waiting for us. It took all I had to wait for Christy to decide to open it. "I did some begging" All I can think about is when are we getting on the plane so we will that much closer to getting to open more gifts. Don't get me wrong I am looking forward to seeing my family. I just love Christmas. The little kid in me always takes over come December. I know some people think I am a kid always.. I agree somewhat but, Christmas time is even more so. So if you ever want to see grown man act like a kid on Christmas morning come to my house. Well I got to go I think I see another present with my name on it. Have a merry Christmas and happy new year. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9614540-110334546253639705?l=binksmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binksmith.blogspot.com/feeds/110334546253639705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9614540&amp;postID=110334546253639705' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9614540/posts/default/110334546253639705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9614540/posts/default/110334546253639705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binksmith.blogspot.com/2004/12/little-kid-inside.html' title='The little kid inside'/><author><name>bink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15421548245747512671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9614540.post-110313622460074079</id><published>2004-12-15T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T10:43:44.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to do.......Ideas</title><content type='html'>Here I am sitting at my desk trying to find things to do, but there is nothing to do. Amy my asst. did a lot of the paper work that I was going to do before I left on my trip. I guess I should be happy that she can do it but I am now bored. I guess I will just have to find something to pass the time. Who knows maybe with all this time on my hands I will organize the kitchen so when all come back they will not know where anything is. Or I could paint the kitchen a Tuscan yellow with a faux finish. Yes I watch trading spaces what of it! But to paint the kitchen I would need the money to buy the paint. Bummer that would of been fun. I guess I will just move things around to see if I can make things flow better. If anybody thinks they know a way the kitchen would look and work better let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9614540-110313622460074079?l=binksmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binksmith.blogspot.com/feeds/110313622460074079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9614540&amp;postID=110313622460074079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9614540/posts/default/110313622460074079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9614540/posts/default/110313622460074079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binksmith.blogspot.com/2004/12/nothing-to-doideas.html' title='Nothing to do.......Ideas'/><author><name>bink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15421548245747512671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9614540.post-110306018695000075</id><published>2004-12-14T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T13:36:26.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here i go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Wow I do not believe it I am going to start blogging. Who whould ever thought it possible.(not me) I sitting in my office trying to stay foccussed on work, but with nobody around it is hard. I seem to work better when there are people around. I still cant beleive that i am wprking at Calvin Crest again. I wake up sometimes and feel like i am dreaming.  It is not that i dont like it but i just does not feel real.  People ask if I miss P.F.Changs China Bistro and I say yes. I loved working there and would still be if God did not call me to work at camp. It was i little hard to give up all that money and the chance at my own store but when God calls I will answer.(I Hope) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;You will get used to my changing thoughts. For those you do not know I tried to cut my finger off with a ax. Two weeks ago while splitting wood for my stove I decided to hold a small piece of wood. It was to small to stand up on its owns so i held it. Then bam I missed the wood and hit my finger. OUCH.....   Well I got ten stiches and will have a ugly scar.  moral of this story  do not be stupid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;thats all for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9614540-110306018695000075?l=binksmith.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://binksmith.blogspot.com/feeds/110306018695000075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9614540&amp;postID=110306018695000075' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9614540/posts/default/110306018695000075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9614540/posts/default/110306018695000075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://binksmith.blogspot.com/2004/12/here-i-go.html' title='Here i go'/><author><name>bink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15421548245747512671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
