<?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-16657694</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:59:47.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>J. Widel's Words</title><subtitle type='html'>This is the blog of J. Widel.  God has not given us the spirit of fear...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-507743517460789090</id><published>2010-04-30T09:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T09:41:22.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This blog has moved</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;       This blog is now located at http://jwidel.blogspot.com/.&lt;br /&gt;       You will be automatically redirected in 30 seconds, or you may click &lt;a href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/'&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       For feed subscribers, please update your feed subscriptions to&lt;br /&gt;       http://jwidel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-507743517460789090?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/' title='This blog has moved'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/507743517460789090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/507743517460789090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-blog-has-moved.html' title='This blog has moved'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-3497640343269318225</id><published>2008-07-16T16:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T17:01:51.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Is Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am so excited. I have been having fun in Fontaine. I am so happy to be back at home. Freling is cool, but it ain&amp;#8217;t home. I have missed &lt;a href="http://www.gbfellowship.info/gbf_hillchapelhow/"&gt;my church&lt;/a&gt; a lot. Don&amp;#8217;t get me wrong, the church (Risen Saviour House of Rest) I attend in Freling is good, but I miss my home church.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I went home to Hearne a couple of times. It has been fun seeing my people. Everyone is proud of me and things. &lt;img alt="Applause" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/41.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I didn&amp;#8217;t even get mad when my sister teased me about not getting into Caffco. &lt;img alt="Tongue" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/10.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I don&amp;#8217;t care anymore. Where I am now, I can be close to home. God knows what he is doing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;J. Widel&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-3497640343269318225?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/3497640343269318225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/3497640343269318225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-is-fun.html' title='Summer Is Fun'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-2121637587998523325</id><published>2008-07-16T16:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T17:00:40.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Lisa is doing great in cosmetology school. The girl is bad with some hair. I bet one of these days she is going to own her own shop. That&amp;#8217;s my girl.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;J. Widel&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-2121637587998523325?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/2121637587998523325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/2121637587998523325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2008/07/lisa.html' title='Lisa'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-7404213960015243502</id><published>2008-06-01T16:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T17:01:37.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Risen Saviour House of Rest</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Attending Risen Saviour House of Rest has been fun. It has been a chance for &lt;a href="http://www.gbfellowship.info/gbf_hillchapelhow/"&gt;Hill Chapel&lt;/a&gt; and Risen Saviour to fellowship. That has been good because I get to see my home church family. The fellowships have been great. The services have been great, too. God is so good.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have been so spiritual lately. It&amp;#8217;s good.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;J. Widel&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-7404213960015243502?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/7404213960015243502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/7404213960015243502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2008/07/risen-saviour-house-of-rest.html' title='Risen Saviour House of Rest'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-115766693428337487</id><published>2006-09-04T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T17:10:42.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Schedule</title><content type='html'>With the help of Lisa's father, I have a new schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday &amp; Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;AM&lt;br /&gt;6:45 - Wake Up &amp;amp; Dress&lt;br /&gt;7:15 - Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;7:30 - Leave for school&lt;br /&gt;8:00 - Sociology 1301&lt;br /&gt;9:05 - Study Period&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PM&lt;br /&gt;12:00 - Lunch&lt;br /&gt;1:30 - Exercise&lt;br /&gt;3:00 - Work&lt;br /&gt;6:00 - Dinner&lt;br /&gt;9:00 - Study Period&lt;br /&gt;10:30 - Iron &amp; Prepare for Bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM&lt;br /&gt;6:45 - Wake Up &amp;amp; Dress&lt;br /&gt;7:15 - Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;7:30 - Leave for school&lt;br /&gt;8:00 - Sociology 1301&lt;br /&gt;9:05 - Study Period&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PM&lt;br /&gt;12:00 - Lunch&lt;br /&gt;1:30 - Exercise&lt;br /&gt;3:00 - Study Period&lt;br /&gt;5:00 - Dinner&lt;br /&gt;6:00 - Political Science&lt;br /&gt;10:30 - Iron &amp; Prepare for Bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday &amp;amp; Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM&lt;br /&gt;6:45 - Wake Up &amp; Dress&lt;br /&gt;7:15 - Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;7:30 - Leave for school&lt;br /&gt;8:00 - Sociology 1302&lt;br /&gt;10:30 - Study Period&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PM&lt;br /&gt;12:00 - Lunch&lt;br /&gt;1:00 - Art&lt;br /&gt;4:00 - Work&lt;br /&gt;6:00 - Dinner&lt;br /&gt;10:30 - Iron &amp;amp; Prepare for Bed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-115766693428337487?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/115766693428337487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/115766693428337487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-schedule.html' title='My Schedule'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-115766629023034185</id><published>2006-08-28T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T16:58:10.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Week Down</title><content type='html'>I am not sure that I was ready for this.  I got another week down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been crazy all week.  I haven't been eating right or anything.  I have got to get back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa's father is going to help me make a weekly schedule so that I can get myself together.  I hope it works for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-115766629023034185?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/115766629023034185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/115766629023034185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2006/08/another-week-down.html' title='Another Week Down'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-115766574054044862</id><published>2006-08-21T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T16:49:00.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Classes Started Today</title><content type='html'>Classes started today.  I got all four classes, but I got them at a crazy time.  I have three of them first thing in the morning and one on Wednesday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be able to make church on Wednesday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sociology class was ok.  I am going to have to bust hump in this semester.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-115766574054044862?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/115766574054044862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/115766574054044862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2006/08/classes-started-today.html' title='Classes Started Today'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-115766556016273271</id><published>2006-08-14T16:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T16:46:27.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Registration This Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I go register this week.  I am a little excited.  I am planning on registering for 4 classes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Art 1306&lt;br /&gt;Political Science 2301&lt;br /&gt;Sociology 1301&lt;br /&gt;Sociology 1302&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope I get all of my classes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-115766556016273271?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/115766556016273271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/115766556016273271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2006/08/registration-this-week.html' title='Registration This Week'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-115766535872933455</id><published>2006-08-07T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T16:43:22.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Registration</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have to go through late registration.  That happens on August 17, which is crazy because classes start on August 21.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have no idea what I want to major in.  I have thought about majoring in Sociology to become a social worker, but I don’t know.  Another major that looked interesting was Public Administration.  I could become a manager or something.  I am not sure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am going with Sociology right now.&lt;/p&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/16657694-115766535872933455?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/115766535872933455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/115766535872933455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2006/08/late-registration.html' title='Late Registration'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-115766387719035509</id><published>2006-07-31T16:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T16:19:59.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Told</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well, I finally told everyone that I got accepted to Ylaya College.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got told off be everyone, especially Lisa.  She had a fit.  She told me that I could have told her and asked her not to tell anyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pastor talked to me for awhile.  He said that going to Ylaya might be what God wants for me right now.  I had already reconciled that thought. &lt;img src="http://jwidel.gbfellowship.info/smile5.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am going up to the school later on this week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-115766387719035509?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/115766387719035509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/115766387719035509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2006/07/finally-told.html' title='Finally Told'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-115749429114320517</id><published>2006-07-24T17:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T17:26:52.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Working</title><content type='html'>I am just working these day.  I can't wait until school starts again.  &lt;img src="http://jwidel.gbfellowship.info/smile12.gif" /&gt;  Did I just say that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-115749429114320517?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/115749429114320517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/115749429114320517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-working.html' title='Just Working'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-115749383389630879</id><published>2006-07-17T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T17:06:27.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Silly Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Any Nicknames?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; - J.Widel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mother's Name?&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; - Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What Is Your Favorite Drink?&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; - Orange Soda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How Much Do You Love Your Job?&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; - It's okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What Day Is It?&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; - Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Favorite Vacation Spot? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;- Don't have one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ever Been To Africa? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;- No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ever Steal Any Traffic Signs? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;- No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ever Been In A Car Accident? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;- No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 Door Or 4 Door? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;- 4 Door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Salad Dressing? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;- Blue Cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Favorite Pie? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;- Apple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Favorite Number? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; - 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Favorite Holiday? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;- Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Favorite Food? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;- Chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Favorite Day Of The Week? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;- Don't have one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Favorite Brand Of Body Soap? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; - Don't have one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Toothpaste? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;- None in particular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Favorite Smell? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;- None in particular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What Do You Do To Relax? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;- Play video games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How Do You See Yourself In 10 Years? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;- As a graduate of Caffco University&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What Do You Do When You Are Bored? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;- Play video games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What Do You Enjoy Receiving?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- Gifts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What Is Your Pet Peeve? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- Answers all these questions - Actually people who smack when they eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Briefs or Other? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- Briefs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-115749383389630879?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/115749383389630879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/115749383389630879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2006/07/25-silly-questions.html' title='25 Silly Questions'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-115749297293663477</id><published>2006-07-10T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T16:54:59.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Convocation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.gbfellowship.info/Convocations/YouthConvocation.htm"&gt;GBF Youth Convocation&lt;/a&gt; was so much fun.  I enjoyed myself.  The &lt;a href="http://www.gbfellowship.info/mskiki/2006/05/gbf-day-noble-valley-zoo.html"&gt;zoo day&lt;/a&gt; was so much fun.  I hung out with Lisa the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young adult services were great.  I was truly blessed.  I can't wait until next year.  It's supposed to be in Oxford next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-115749297293663477?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/115749297293663477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/115749297293663477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2006/07/youth-convocation.html' title='Youth Convocation'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-115749295126319742</id><published>2006-07-03T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T16:51:59.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Convocation Picnic &amp; Musical</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I went to the &lt;a href="http://www.gbfellowship.info/Convocations/YouthConvocation.htm"&gt;GBF Youth Convocation&lt;/a&gt; picnic and musical earlier today.  It was a lot of fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I played basketball at the picnic.  It was so cool.  My team came in third place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The musical was off the chain.  Lisa sat next to me at the musical.  You know I enjoyed myself. &lt;img src="http://jwidel.gbfellowship.info/smile2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-115749295126319742?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/115749295126319742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/115749295126319742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2006/07/youth-convocation-picnic-musical.html' title='Youth Convocation Picnic &amp; Musical'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-115145103017332219</id><published>2006-06-26T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T18:30:30.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Youth Convocation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am getting ready to go to the &lt;a href="http://www.gbfellowship.info/Convocations/YouthConvocation.htm"&gt;GBF Youth Convocation&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Noble&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Valley&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; next week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am excited.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have the whole week off.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am glad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will get to participate in the whole convocation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the past, I have only gone on like Thursday and Friday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That wasn't much fun because everything usually has already happened by then.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can't wait until next week.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-115145103017332219?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/115145103017332219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/115145103017332219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2006/06/youth-convocation.html' title='The Youth Convocation'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-115076697711140627</id><published>2006-06-19T20:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T20:29:37.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Weekend</title><content type='html'>This past weekend was good.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My date with Lisa was great.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She was so excited about me getting a 3.75.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I am on my way.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sunday service was good.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Pastor preached a dynamic Father's Day message.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It was about Abraham, when he was going to offer up Isaac as a sacrifice.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It was excellent.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Pastor had all of the fathers at the church praise God with their sons.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He didn't leave us guys without fathers out.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He asked the fathers who didn't have a son at church or no son at all to praise God with one of us men who didn't have a father at church.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It was awesome.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I praised with Deacon Riley.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We had a shouting good time.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;J.Widel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-115076697711140627?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/115076697711140627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/115076697711140627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2006/06/good-weekend.html' title='Good Weekend'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-115076649953915459</id><published>2006-06-16T15:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T20:21:39.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Date With Lisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have a date with Lisa tonight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are going to go get something to eat and then go to the movies.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It should be fun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have some good news to tell her, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;J.Widel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-115076649953915459?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/115076649953915459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/115076649953915459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2006/06/date-with-lisa.html' title='Date With Lisa'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-115076637849531585</id><published>2006-06-16T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T20:19:38.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Got My Grades Today</title><content type='html'>I am dancing right about now.  I got my grades today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Eng 2333 - A&lt;br /&gt;Hist 2322 - B&lt;br /&gt;Math 1414 - A&lt;br /&gt;OffTech 2301 - A&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  That's a 3.75.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.Widel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-115076637849531585?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/115076637849531585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/115076637849531585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2006/06/got-my-grades-today.html' title='Got My Grades Today'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-115014847286309641</id><published>2006-06-12T16:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T16:41:12.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Nervous</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have a date with Lisa on Friday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I still haven't gotten my grades.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am getting nervous; maybe my grades were so bad that they won't even mail them.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I told Lisa about it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She told me not to worry.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am worrying though.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;J.Widel&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-115014847286309641?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/115014847286309641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/115014847286309641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2006/06/getting-nervous.html' title='Getting Nervous'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-115014834586263973</id><published>2006-06-05T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T16:39:05.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Working</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Man, I have been working like crazy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So many of the students have gone home, so I am getting all the hours I want.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It's amazing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got into trouble with Lisa, though.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am working too much.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One of these days, I will take her someplace nice with the overtime I am getting, it's going to be a very nice place.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;J.Widel&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-115014834586263973?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/115014834586263973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/115014834586263973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2006/06/still-working.html' title='Still Working'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-115766615200322948</id><published>2006-06-03T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T16:55:52.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>I graduated from Briscoe County Community College today.  Everyone was there.  My mother, aunts, uncles, and cousins.  Most of the church was there, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks were screaming like crazy when my name was said.  The ceremony was long!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all went to the church where we ate dinner.  It was cool to have everyone there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very happy to be a college graduate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-115766615200322948?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/115766615200322948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/115766615200322948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2006/06/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-115014821351137010</id><published>2006-05-29T20:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T16:36:53.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have been working so far.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I haven't got my grades yet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am expecting good news.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;J.Widel&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-115014821351137010?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/115014821351137010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/115014821351137010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2006/05/working-hard.html' title='Working Hard'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-115765348088104842</id><published>2006-05-23T18:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T13:24:40.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Accepted</title><content type='html'>I have been accepted into Ylaya College.  I got the letter on last Friday.  I haven't told anyone.  I am not sure what to think now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-115765348088104842?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/115765348088104842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/115765348088104842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2006/05/ive-been-accepted.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Accepted'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-114835001140139304</id><published>2006-05-22T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T21:06:51.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Happy</title><content type='html'>Sunday service was good.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I enjoyed myself.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Today was the last day of classes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Now, why they wanted classes to end on a Monday, I will never know.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I am so happy.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I will be off for the summer.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I am planning on working for the summer.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I took my last final.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I did pretty well.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I am going to get some good grades this semester.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I am so happy!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;J.Widel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-114835001140139304?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/114835001140139304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/114835001140139304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-happy.html' title='So Happy'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-114799678369219138</id><published>2006-05-16T00:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T19:00:28.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Glad She’s Back</title><content type='html'>I am so glad that the women are back from the &lt;a href="http://www.gbfellowship.info/Convocations/WomensConvocation/"&gt;Women’s Convocation&lt;/a&gt;.  I think all of the women that went to the Convocation were in the choir.  The choir stand was empty on yesterday.  It was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa called me when she got home.  We were on the phone for an hour while she told me what happened at the convocation.  She appeared to have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that she is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.Widel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-114799678369219138?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/114799678369219138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/114799678369219138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2006/05/glad-shes-back.html' title='Glad She’s Back'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-114799658965989251</id><published>2006-05-08T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T18:56:29.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Test Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had a bad test day on Friday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t know how I did on my History test.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I went totally blank when I got the test.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I couldn’t believe it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I prayed and then just took the test.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am believing God that I did well.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;J.Widel&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-114799658965989251?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/114799658965989251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/114799658965989251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2006/05/bad-test-day.html' title='Bad Test Day'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-114799648441625631</id><published>2006-05-01T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T18:57:16.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Regular Week</title><content type='html'>This week was the same as last week, pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent some time with Lisa.  I have a test on Friday, so I am studying pretty hard for that.  It is in my History class.  I gotta get a good grade on this test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, Lisa and a lot of the women from the church are going to the &lt;a href="http://www.gbfellowship.info/Convocations/WomensConvocation/"&gt;Women’s Convocation&lt;/a&gt; in Dorinda, Maddocha.  I won’t get to see her for a whole week.  I am going to miss her.  They are leaving on the 8th and returning on the 15th.  It’s going to be dull without them.  Over 30 women are supposed to be going from &lt;a href="http://www.gbfellowship.info/gbf_hillchapelhow/"&gt;my church&lt;/a&gt;.  That’s cool.  A group of us men are planning to go to the &lt;a href="http://www.gbfellowship.info/Convocations/MensRetreat.htm"&gt;Men’s Retreat&lt;/a&gt; in August.  The whole youth department is supposed to go to the &lt;a href="http://www.gbfellowship.info/Convocations/YouthConvocation.htm"&gt;Youth Convocation&lt;/a&gt; in July.  So, I will get to go to some events, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.Widel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-114799648441625631?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/114799648441625631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/114799648441625631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2006/05/another-regular-week.html' title='Another Regular Week'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-114601431028906496</id><published>2006-04-24T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T20:18:30.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Last Week</title><content type='html'>Nothing much happened last week.  I got my tests back.  I got mostly B's, which was good.  I got one C.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.Widel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-114601431028906496?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/114601431028906496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/114601431028906496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2006/04/nothing-last-week.html' title='Nothing Last Week'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-114557984146400498</id><published>2006-04-17T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T19:37:21.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Service Was Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our assistant pastor, Eld. Kevin Davison preached this Sunday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He preached like he this was going to be his last time.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;His subject was… Yes, He Died, But He Is Risen…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He had us dancing after he told us about the importance of Christ’s resurrection.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At the end of the altar call, he challenged us to give a Resurrection Offering…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He said, “Although we can’t pay Jesus back for what He did on &lt;st1:place&gt;Calvary&lt;/st1:place&gt;, let’s show Him our appreciation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Give him the best offering that you can.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However grateful you are that Jesus died for you, give an offering to show Him that.”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I dug deep and gave $200.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was awesome.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I must have cried like crazy during the service.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;J.Widel&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-114557984146400498?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/114557984146400498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/114557984146400498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2006/04/sunday-service-was-crazy.html' title='Sunday Service Was Crazy'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-114557954883345541</id><published>2006-04-10T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T19:32:28.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tests and More Tests – P.S.  I Got A Girl Now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had tests in all of my classes this week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am tired.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hung out with Lisa and her parents.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On Saturday, we went to the park.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some of their family members were there, too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was cool.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Like an idiot, I started missing my family.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I walked off so that no one would see me crying.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lisa’s grandmother saw me walk off and came over to me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She asked, “Boy, why you over here by yo’self?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I told her why.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She said, “&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Chile&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, please.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We all miss family from time to time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s alright.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now come walk this old lady back over yonder.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lisa saw me holding her grandmother’s arm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lisa asked her grandmother, “Are you trying to steal my man?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her grandmother said, “He ain’t tell me he was yo’ man.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All of us laughed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was cool.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I drove Lisa home after the picnic.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I took the long way home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I gave her this bracelet that I had bought for her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She smiled.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I asked her to be my girl.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She said, “Yes.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was happy.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I got a girl now!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;J.Widel&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-114557954883345541?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/114557954883345541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/114557954883345541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2006/04/tests-and-more-tests-ps-i-got-girl-now.html' title='Tests and More Tests – P.S.  I Got A Girl Now!'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-114557915647024472</id><published>2006-04-03T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T19:25:56.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dullsville</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This past week was so dull.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;J.Widel&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-114557915647024472?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/114557915647024472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/114557915647024472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2006/04/dullsville.html' title='Dullsville'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-115765322461558977</id><published>2006-04-03T19:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T13:20:24.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Application To Ylaya College</title><content type='html'>I talked to my counselor at Briscoe County Community College.  She told me to submit an application to Ylaya College in Freling.  Briscoe is a feeder school to Ylaya College.  I did it.  I felt lead to submit an application to the college.  I will see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want to go to Caffco University.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-115765322461558977?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/115765322461558977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/115765322461558977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2006/04/application-to-ylaya-college.html' title='Application To Ylaya College'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-114557907435221267</id><published>2006-03-28T00:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T19:24:34.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy @ Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was crazy at work this week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Two people quit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That means I have to work extra hours.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I ain’t in the mood for this craziness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was late on Tuesday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had car trouble.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am tired of this raggedy car.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The manager cussed me out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was mad most of the day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He got in my face and said, “If you got a problem with me, you can leave and not come back!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I walked off and went into the restroom.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I prayed right quick…&lt;br /&gt;Lord, You know that I haven’t done anything to that guy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Please help me to not react to him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is obviously going through some changes right now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Help him to get over what is going on with him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In Jesus Name.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Amen.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I felt so much better.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Before I left work, ole boy apologize to me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He said, “Man, management is on my case.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just got upset.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sorry about that.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was cool.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They next day, he was tripping again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He didn’t take his frustration out on me, but he took it out on this other girl.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She quit on the spot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That made 3 people who had quit for the week.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On Thursday, the manager wasn’t there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I tripped out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was fired.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whoa.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh yea, I finally called everyone that called me last week when I missed church.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got fussed at by everyone, but Lisa.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was just glad that I was okay.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She came up to my job on Friday night to see.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I almost lost my head when I saw her walk in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She stayed up there for like 3 hours.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She had me and everyone else laughing the whole time she was up there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Get this…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The manager on duty let me leave early.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lisa and I went and got something to eat.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;J.Widel&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-114557907435221267?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/114557907435221267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/114557907435221267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2006/03/crazy-work.html' title='Crazy @ Work'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-114557825410852226</id><published>2006-03-20T22:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T19:10:54.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter from Caffco</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I got a letter from &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Caffco&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;University&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; advisor that I talked to this week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He wrote that I should stay at &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Bickerstaff&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Community   College&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; for another semester and retake the classes that I made Cs in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t want to hear that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The letter also said that he hadn’t submitted my application yet.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I tripped.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How this fool gonna not submit my application?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am tired of driving from Fontaine to Freling.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am tired of being here in Fontaine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If it wasn’t for Lisa, I probably would already be back home in Hearne.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is nerve wrecking.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I showed pastor the letter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pastor seems to think it is a good idea.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was about to go off. Before I could, he said, “Remember, sometimes God tells us to wait.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just shook my head.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I went and talked to my advisor at Bickerstaff.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She looked at my transcript with me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I do like ole boy suggested, I will end up taking 8 classes over.&lt;br /&gt;Math 1314, History 1302, Government 2302, Humanities 1315, English 1301, Chemistry 1405, and Psychology 2301. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That’s actually two semesters of work.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wanted to flip.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She told me not to get upset.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She asked if I had the guy from Caffco’s number on me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I did.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She called him from her office.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thankfully, he was there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We talked to him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He said that taking Math, History, English, and Chemistry over would be good enough, since I was probably going to get a 3.5 or better this semester.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He said it would be a whole lot better if I took all 8 classes over.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My advisor talked to me some more after we hung up with ole boy from Caffco.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was encouraging.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She said that I could take some of the classes in the Summer and the rest in the Fall semester.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The bad news was that my financial aid might not pay for me to retake some of the classes because I had taken a couple of them over already.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That was a kick in the family jewels.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I left the office mad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I head pastor’s voice say, “Sometimes God says wait.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wanted to scream.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lisa called me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t feel like talking to her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She told me a stupid joke and made me laugh.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She asked me to come by and see her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I told her no because I didn’t feel like it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was cool with it after I told her I had a bad day.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I didn’t go to service yesterday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t want to be around anyone.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pastor called me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;First lady called me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lisa called me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Deacon Cole called me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They all left me messages.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I haven’t called them back yet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;J.Widel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-114557825410852226?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/114557825410852226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/114557825410852226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2006/03/letter-from-caffco.html' title='Letter from Caffco'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-114557635570810738</id><published>2006-03-13T20:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T18:39:15.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mint Condition</title><content type='html'>Lisa gave me a CD because I got a good grade on my test last week.  She is crazy about this group called &lt;a href="http://www.mintconditionmusic.com/"&gt;Mint Condition&lt;/a&gt;.  They are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is me or does the lead singer sound just like &lt;a href="http://www.yotonex.com/"&gt;Tonex&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.Widel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-114557635570810738?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/114557635570810738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/114557635570810738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2006/03/mint-condition.html' title='Mint Condition'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-114557584190537658</id><published>2006-03-06T23:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T18:30:41.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Test Grade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I got a test back.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got a 95 on it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;YEA!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I told Lisa.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She laughed at me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am so happy.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I told pastor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He gave me a big hug and he told me to keep it up.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;J.Widel&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-114557584190537658?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/114557584190537658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/114557584190537658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2006/03/test-grade.html' title='Test Grade!'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-114557566865722867</id><published>2006-02-27T23:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T18:27:48.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Date With Lisa</title><content type='html'>The most exciting thing about this week was that I had a date with Lisa.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We went to the movies and got something to eat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her dad acted crazy with me when I went to pick her up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He said, “Don’t forget what I said about that cucumber.”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He is a trip.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At church, he acts normal, but when I go to pick up Lisa, he acts crazy.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had a good time with Lisa.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I almost got her home late, though.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got a crazy look from her father.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Things are good.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;J.Widel&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-114557566865722867?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/114557566865722867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/114557566865722867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2006/02/date-with-lisa.html' title='Date With Lisa'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-114557545086030080</id><published>2006-02-20T22:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T18:24:10.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Are Good</title><content type='html'>Things are going good for me right now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am glad.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Don’t have much to write.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I still believe God to get into &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Caffco&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;University&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Get ready to praise God with me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;J.Widel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-114557545086030080?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/114557545086030080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/114557545086030080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2006/02/things-are-good.html' title='Things Are Good'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-114013714494613606</id><published>2006-02-15T21:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T18:24:38.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine’s Date</title><content type='html'>I am at work tonight.  This guy needed off, so I switched with him.  We aren’t doing much in here.  It’s quiet tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The computers have been acting crazy.  Anyway…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa told me to plan the date for Valentine’s. I called my sister and asked her what to do. She proceeded to clown mw on the phone to the rest of my family that was at the house. I can’t stand her sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between my sister and the rest of my family, they decided that I should take her to a nice restaurant and the movies. I didn’t want to go to the movies, so that was out of the question. My uncle suggested that I find a jazz club that was doing something for Valentine’s Day and take her there. I didn’t even know if Lisa liked jazz. That was out of the question. One of my aunts suggested &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love’s Place&lt;/span&gt;; which is an upscale restaurant in Fontaine. My aunt said that she knew the owner and would call him to get me a reservation. The restaurant had been celebrating Valentine’s Day since the Friday before. They usually celebrated until the next Saturday. It sounded exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a call from my Aunt on Monday morning telling me that she had gotten the reservation for me. I was so excited until I heard that the reservation was for 9:30 PM. That was the only time she could get them. Lisa and I were supposed to meet at 7:00, what was I going to do for 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Lisa some roses and a teddy bear. I got over to her house at 6:45. Her father answered the door. He looked like a father, mean and hateful. He grabbed me by the arm and led me into the kitchen. He picked up a nice and started chopping a cucumber. He said, “I hope you don’t plan on trying to get some Valentine’s booty from my daughter. If you try anything with my daughter tonight, this cucumber won’t be the only thing getting chopped up tonight.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was scared. He hit that cucumber so hard with the knife that the piece he cut went flying across the room. I couldn’t believe that he was talking to me like that. He knew me and he knew I wasn’t like that. Lisa’s mother walked in the kitchen. She hugged me and said hello. She told me to go wait in the living room for Lisa. I heard her say, “Why did you scare that boy like that? You need Jesus,” as I walked out of the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was going to pass out.  I hadn’t been that scared in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa walked in the living room. She looked great. I smiled at her and gave her the flowers and bear. She handed me a card. Her parents walked into the living room. Her mother said, “You all have fun.” Her father made the meanest face I had ever seen and said, “Don’t have too much fun!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t have any plans for what to do for the 2 hours that we had free. I drove to where the restaurant was. When we passed the restaurant, Lisa said, “I have always wanted to go there.” I smiled and said, “Yea, I heard it was nice.” There was a mall near the restaurant, I pulled into the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around the whole mall for an hour. She was cool with that. I was surprised. She didn’t say that she was hungry or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 9:00 when we left the mall. I took a chance and drove over to the restaurant. It was like 9:13 when we got to the restaurant. I think Lisa almost passed out when we drove into the parking lot. It was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to wait until 9:30, but we were able to listen to the band play while we waited. Lisa talked forever. I am not even sure what she was talking about. I was just staring at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our table. It was close to the band. There was even a bunch of roses on the table. The server was extra nice to us. The owner of the restaurant came over to the table and talked to me like he knew me. He asked about my aunt. My aunt had come through for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa kept smiling at me like crazy. She got close to me and laid her head on my shoulder as we listened to the band play. It was cool. I put my arm around her shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up closing the restaurant down.  The owner was cool about it, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to her house, we sat out in the car for a few minutes. I looked at her front door several times. Someone kept opening and closing the blinds. She looked embarrassed and said, “I don’t know why my dad is tripping.” I smiled at her and then got out of the car to go open the door for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked her to the door. We stood outside the door until her father opened the door. He looked mad. He snapped at us. His wife walked to the door, grabbed Deacon Cole and pulled him back into the house. When she closed the door, Lisa kissed me on the lips real quickly. She opened the door and went into the house after she waved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove home floating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my aunt after I got settled. She made me tell her everything that happened. I know my mother is going to have a fit because she didn’t find out about the date first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.Widel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-114013714494613606?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/114013714494613606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/114013714494613606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-date.html' title='Valentine’s Date'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-114004940673802129</id><published>2006-02-11T21:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T14:57:06.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Make-Up</title><content type='html'>I went over to Lisa’s house.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She answered the door and said that she didn’t want to talk to me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I told her that I wasn’t there to see her.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I went and talked to Deacon Cole.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Lisa stormed out of the living room.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Deacon Cole and I sat in the living room talking.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We talked about sports, politics, and other stuff.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He asked me about school.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I talked about that for awhile.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Lisa walked through the living room two or three times.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She would look at me and roll her eyes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Deacon Cole laughed at me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He said, “She likes you.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You should talk to her.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She has been fussing about you all week.”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I looked at him like he was crazy.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He walked me back to the den, where Lisa was.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I walked in the den.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Lisa looked up at me and rolled her eyes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Deacon Cole said, “Be nice Lisa.”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She grunted and stared at the TV.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I sat down on the couch.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Here’s how things went…&lt;br/&gt;(Lisa’s words are in bold &amp; italics)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;“Watch are you watching?”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silence.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;“Cool.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Silence is a nice show.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;More silence.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;“Amanda and I are not involved.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A mean stare, “Why was you all hugged up with her at church?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;“For the record, she hugged me, I didn’t hug her.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;An even meaner stare, “Whatever.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You didn’t push her off of you.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;“I don’t want anything to do with her.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;An eye roll, “Why is she pushing up on you?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;“I was nice to her son and she is fixated on me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I don’t know why.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A twisted lip, “Whatever.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Silence.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A smile, “So, are you going to ask me or &lt;/em&gt;Amanda &lt;em&gt;out for Valentine’s Day?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;That last question threw me off guard.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I wasn’t expecting that.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I stared into space for the longest time.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Are you going to answer me?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You shouldn’t have to think about it that long.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;“I am going to ask you out.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sly smile.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;“That’s a good answer.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I smiled at her.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We watched TV for awhile.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Her father kept walking in and out of the room.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I guess to make sure that I wasn’t trying anything.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Lisa and I have plans to go out on Monday night.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;That was Lisa’s idea.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She said that it would be too crowded on Tuesday night to do anything.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;J.Widel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-114004940673802129?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/114004940673802129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/114004940673802129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2006/02/make-up.html' title='The Make-Up'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-113925371013319526</id><published>2006-02-06T13:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T13:23:11.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight Days To Fix Things</title><content type='html'>I am so glad that this past week is over.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It was rough towards the end.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://jwidel.gbfellowship.info/2006/02/happy-birthday-to-me-pt-2.html"&gt;My birthday was great&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Things went downhill from that.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I went to church on Wednesday.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Deacon Cole’s daughter, Lisa was there.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was so happy to see her.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She came over and spoke to me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was smiling from ear to ear.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Amanda kept rolling her eyes at me through out the whole service.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I tried to ignore her.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;After church, Lisa came and talked to me outside while I was at my car.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Amanda trolled her behind over to my car and hugged on me and said, “Happy Birthday.”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She was rubbing on my arm and stuff.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Lisa got upset.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Amanda said something smart to her and walked off.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Lisa looked at me as if I had cursed her out or something.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I just shook my head.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Lisa snapped, “You didn’t tell me you had a woman!”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I tried to explain things to her, but she walked off.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I can’t believe this.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I called Lisa on Thursday to talk to her, but she wouldn’t come to the phone.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I called Amanda and told her to tell Lisa that we weren’t involved.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Amanda just laughed.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I called Pastor and talked to him.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He said that he would talk to Amanda.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He told me to get Lisa some flowers and try to fix things with her.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I tried what Pastor said, but Lisa wouldn’t even come to the door.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Her mother took the flowers and that was that.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;On Sunday, Amanda didn’t speak to me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Lisa rolled her eyes at me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I felt like an idiot.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;How do I get myself in these messes?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I am in the computer lab right now.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;There is this guy sitting next to his girl I guess.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I am so tired of them laughing and whispering.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I was hoping that I would have a date on Valentine’s Day.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Oh well, I have 8 days to try to fix things with Lisa.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;J.Widel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-113925371013319526?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113925371013319526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113925371013319526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2006/02/eight-days-to-fix-things.html' title='Eight Days To Fix Things'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-113900791310518644</id><published>2006-02-01T15:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T17:05:13.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me, Pt. 2</title><content type='html'>I thought I was going to be hanging out with the deacon staff, but when I got to the restaurant, Deacon Cole met me there and introduced me to his daughter, Lisa.  The girl was fine.  I stared at her for a few minutes.  I thought to myself, “Why didn’t I dress better?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deacon Cole said, “We had a change of plans.  I asked my daughter to take our place.  I think you will enjoy her company more than you would hanging out with a bunch of old men.”  He walked off with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with Lisa was fabulous.  The girl is smart as well as fine.  The conversation was off the chain.  We talked about politics, sports, fashion, education, and a whole lot more.  I wanted to drop on one knee and propose by the end of dinner.  She has the cutest laugh, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the movies after dinner.  We just watched the movie.  She picked it out.  It was some kind of documentary or something.  I didn’t like it.  I spent most of the movie looking at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove her home after the movie.  I walked her to her front door.  I wanted to kiss her, but I was scared that Deacon Cole would walk out on the porch and shoot me.  I almost fell out when she kissed me on the jaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a great birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.Widel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-113900791310518644?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113900791310518644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113900791310518644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-birthday-to-me-pt-2.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me, Pt. 2'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-113900744637406446</id><published>2006-01-30T19:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T16:57:26.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me</title><content type='html'>Today is my birthday.  I am 22 years old today.  The deacon staff is supposed to be taking me out for my birthday later on tonight.  It should be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, pastor gave me a tie and handkerchief set for my birthday.  First Lady gave me a bottle of cologne.  Amanda hugged me and told me Happy Birthday.  Pastor looked at me crazy when she walked away.  I shrugged my shoulders at him.  I think he was going to say something, but first lady grabbed his arm and he didn’t say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back after I go out tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.Widel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-113900744637406446?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113900744637406446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113900744637406446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-113900691796074784</id><published>2006-01-23T23:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T16:48:37.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Turtles</title><content type='html'>Amanda brought me some turtles last week.  I can’t believe that she did that.  I know I told her that I like turtles when she was tutoring me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave them to me while I was at my car, so no one saw her give them to me.  I thanked her for the candy and told her that I wasn’t interested in a relationship with her.  She smiled at me and said, “I don’t want a relationship with you either, I was just being nice.  You ain’t all that.”  She walked off in a huff.  I don’t know what to think now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I felt like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda brought a guy to church with her on Sunday.  I overheard one of the ladies from the church say, “That ain’t her baby’s father.”  I just shook my head.  She made it a point to introduce him to me after service.  I forgot his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven’t eaten one of those turtles, yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.Widel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-113900691796074784?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113900691796074784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113900691796074784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2006/01/some-turtles.html' title='Some Turtles'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-113900647803149117</id><published>2006-01-16T21:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T16:41:46.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We Praised God...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gbfellowship.info/gbf_hillchapelhow/"&gt;Church&lt;/a&gt; was off the chain on Sunday.  Man, pastor preached like he had lost his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His subject was…  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Did God Do It?  Yes, He Did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He preached some of the testimonies that the members had told him about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor:  “The Johnson’s got a five-bedroom house.  Did God do it?”&lt;br /&gt;Church:  “Yes He did!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before each testimony, he said, “Used with permission…”  It was funny and encouraging at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the sermon, we went in with a praise that woke up our neighbors, the Heavens, and anyone else within 10 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon, Pastor will be preaching my testimony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.Widel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-113900647803149117?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113900647803149117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113900647803149117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2006/01/we-praised-god.html' title='We Praised God...'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-113900613256894507</id><published>2006-01-09T23:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T16:35:32.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back At School</title><content type='html'>I am back at school.  Christmas was cool.  All of the family came over to Mom’s house.  It was great.  There wasn’t a lot of drama either.  I am so glad about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a $20 white elephant gift exchange.  I got a sweatshirt.  I don’t think it cost $20.00, but it’s okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back to Fontaine on 12/28/05.  I worked some.  That was cool because I made some money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had watch meeting service at &lt;a href="http://www.gbfellowship.info/gbf_hillchapelhow/"&gt;church&lt;/a&gt;.  It was off the chain.  We danced and praised God for a long time.  I got my dance in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor let some people who prayer requests from October had been answered.  One family got a five bedroom house.  One of the mother’s of the church daughter got saved.  It was so amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back in school, back to the grind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.Widel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-113900613256894507?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113900613256894507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113900613256894507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2006/01/back-at-school.html' title='Back At School'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-113771306639277307</id><published>2005-12-21T23:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T17:40:38.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Until Next Year</title><content type='html'>This is my last entry for 2005.  I am going on Winter Break.  I will post after I get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No big plans for Christmas.  Just chilling with the family.  Going to church for New Year’s.  I will be working hard the rest of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Merry Christmas.  Have a Happy New Year.  Remember to thank God for His blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.Widel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-113771306639277307?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113771306639277307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113771306639277307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2005/12/until-next-year.html' title='Until Next Year'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-113770415821702079</id><published>2005-12-12T22:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T16:57:23.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trip</title><content type='html'>The trip started off rocky.  Pastor didn’t come by the house and meet me.  He got called to the hospital earlier that day and he called me and told me to go over to his house.  I got over there.  No one was there.  I waited for 10 minutes and then left.  I called Pastor.  He told me to go back to his house and that first lady would meet me there.  I was reluctant to go, but I went back.  First Lady was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat with First Lady for like an hour.  It was cool.  First Lady entertained me for the whole hour.  We talked about school and stuff.  Pastor finally showed up.  We left two hours late.  We ended up leaving at 8:00 instead of 6:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride to &lt;a href="http://www.maddocha.info/cityofdorinda/"&gt;Dorinda&lt;/a&gt; was quiet.  We got to Dorinda after midnight.  We went straight to the hotel and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got up at 9:00 on Friday morning.  We met with an advisor at the school.  He interviewed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me crazy when he saw my grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My GPA is low because I had one semester when my GPA was 1.11 and one where it was 1.67.  I goofed around my first two semesters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was put on probation after the second semester.  I retook the classes that I flunked, so I was set back two semesters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My GPA at the moment is 2.35.  I have brought my GPA over the last 3 semesters.  This semester, I took classes so that I could bring up my GPA.  Next semester, I am taking the last of my core classes.  The last semester of school, I am going to take some more classes to bring up my GPA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am going to get all As this semester.  I am trying very hard.  If I get all Bs, my overall GPA will be 2.74.  If I get all As, my overall GPA will be 2.95.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am taking four classes next semester.  If I get all As, I will bring my GPA up to a 3.0.  I sure wish I would have done better my first two semesters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The advisor asked me when I am supposed to graduate.  I told him Spring 2006.  He did some calculations and suggested that I stay in an extra semester to pull my GPA up a little more.  I am so ready to get out of Fontaine that I don’t know about that.  I just nodded.  He even suggested that I retake the core classes that I had gotten Cs in.  If I took them now, I could probably get As in them since I had taken them twice already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that it would be easier for me to get into the school and get a better scholarship if I have at least a 3.5.  I wanted to make a face, but I didn’t.  I asked if I could get into Caffco with just a 3.0.  He said that I could.  That was enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don’t know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we left the school, I was quiet.  Pastor tried to console me, but it didn’t help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor and I had dinner.  I wasn’t very cheerful.  He talked about a lot of things, but I don’t remember much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Dorinda on Saturday around 10:00 AM.  We got back to Fontaine around 1:30 PM.  I had Pastor drop me off at my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.Widel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-113770415821702079?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113770415821702079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113770415821702079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2005/12/trip.html' title='The Trip'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-113769783974292240</id><published>2005-12-08T20:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T13:10:39.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Class Schedule</title><content type='html'>Here is my Spring Schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English 2333 – World Literature&lt;br /&gt;9:05-10:00 – MWF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math 1414 – College Algebra&lt;br /&gt;11:15 – 12:30 – MWF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History 2322 – World Civilization&lt;br /&gt;11:00 – 12:20 – TTh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Office Technology 2301 – Intermediate Keyboarding&lt;br /&gt;9:00 – 10:50 – S&lt;br /&gt;Lab&lt;br /&gt;10:50 – 12:40 – S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have one more semester after this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.Widel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-113769783974292240?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113769783974292240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113769783974292240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2005/12/spring-class-schedule.html' title='Spring Class Schedule'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-113769661627418649</id><published>2005-12-08T00:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T13:15:54.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy, Act Like You Know God</title><content type='html'>I took all my college stuff to church last night.  Pastor looked over it and told me to take off Friday and Saturday.  He said that we were going to leave Thursday after I got off from work and drive to &lt;a href="http://www.maddocha.info/cityofdorinda/"&gt;Dorinda&lt;/a&gt; to go visit Caffco University.  It’s going to be a long drive to Dorinda.  I looked at him like he was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t think I could take the days off from my job.  He looked at me and said, “Who is your faith in; God or man?  Call your manager and request the days off.”  I shook my head and then took his phone and called my job.  I talked to the manager on staff.  I told him that I needed to take Friday and Saturday off.  He said ok.  I hung up and looked at my pastor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t believe it.  If we need to take a day off after the schedule has been made, we are supposed to switch with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor laughed at me and said, “Boy, act like you know God.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor is going to meet me at my apartment on Thursday.  I don’t know what we are going to do at Caffco.  I am not sure what to think about the trip.  Hopefully, I won’t make a fool of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.Widel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-113769661627418649?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113769661627418649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113769661627418649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2005/12/boy-act-like-you-know-god.html' title='Boy, Act Like You Know God'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-113769508194555097</id><published>2005-12-06T00:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T12:24:41.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Lady Is Amazing</title><content type='html'>I hadn’t spoken to pastor since last Wednesday.  It didn’t matter because I didn’t want to talk to him either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, First Lady called me and talked to me.  She let me spill my guts about why I was mad.  She told me that pastor didn’t want to see me get mixed up with ole girl.  I don’t want anything to do with her anyway.  First Lady talked to me and everything was cool after she finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me to call pastor later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t call him on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to church on Sunday, First Lady got on me because I didn’t call pastor.  She told me to go straight to pastor’s office and talk to him.  I did.  We talked any worked everything out.  It was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are scheduled to talk about the application to Caffco University on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor said, “Well, First Lady knows how to work things, doesn’t she.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.Widel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-113769508194555097?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113769508194555097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113769508194555097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2005/12/first-lady-is-amazing.html' title='First Lady Is Amazing'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-113712079530268284</id><published>2005-12-01T01:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T12:16:59.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Apology &amp; This is Some Bull</title><content type='html'>I apologized to Amanda at church tonight.  Pastor saw mw talking to her.  He got mad at me.  He took me into his office.  He told me to leave Amanda alone.  I told him that I was apologizing to her.  He didn’t seem to care.  He told me that Amanda was some trouble that I didn’t want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got mad at him and yelled, “I don’t want anything to do with her!  I was apologizing for something crazy that had happened earlier!  I wish you would stay off my back, you ain’t my daddy!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stormed out of his office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, why he gotta be all up in my business.  It ain’t none of his business who I talked to.  I ain’t even trying to get with her!  He made me so mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I felt like an idiot.  I called pastor and apologized.  I don’t think he was really listening to me.  He just grunted for the most part.  I messed up pretty good tonight.  This is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.Widel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-113712079530268284?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113712079530268284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113712079530268284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-apology-this-is-some-bull.html' title='My Apology &amp; This is Some Bull'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-113712041722588871</id><published>2005-11-28T22:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T20:46:57.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From Break</title><content type='html'>I am back from Thanksgiving break.  It was fun.  I saw my mother.  She looked good.  She and grandmother cooked up a storm.  It was off the chain to see all of the family and friends at the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad to be back home, though.  It was crowded up at my mother’s.  My 3 brothers, their wives, and their children were there.  My two sisters were there and so were my youngest sister’s children.  How is she gonna be 20 and have three kids already?  They all have different daddies, too.  She had her first kid at 15.  She was messing around with a 20 year old then.  My aunt, the Missionary, was on my sister’s case the whole weekend.  My mother had to separate the two of them when my sister almost hit my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is pray for my sister.  She is messing with a 30 year old man now.  From what I have heard, he ain’t no good.  I think there is more to my sister’s story than her just sleeping around.  I have tried to get her to talk to me, but she won’t.  I think that she is always looking for love in the wrong places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to be back in my quiet apartment.  It’s back to the grind until December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.Widel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-113712041722588871?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113712041722588871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113712041722588871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2005/11/back-from-break.html' title='Back From Break'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-113711948550759123</id><published>2005-11-21T20:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T20:31:25.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Break</title><content type='html'>This is my last entry until I come back from Thanksgiving Break.  I am going to Hearne to visit the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor was still upset with me about the flowers.  I wasn’t really thinking that it would be a negative thing.  Amanda talked to me after church.  She said that I look sad.  I think I hurt her feelings because I told her that I didn’t want to talk to her.  She walked off mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to have to apologize to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, this is a trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.Widel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-113711948550759123?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113711948550759123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113711948550759123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2005/11/thanksgiving-break.html' title='Thanksgiving Break'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-113711920571850028</id><published>2005-11-17T01:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T20:26:45.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He Bit My You Know What Off</title><content type='html'>Pastor found out that I had given Amanda flowers twice.  After church he laid into me and told me that I shouldn’t have given the flowers to Amanda.  I told him that they were just to say thank you for helping me.  He went on a tirade for like 15 or 20 minutes.  I ain’t lying either.  By the end of the conversation, I wanted to cry.  I can’t believe I got into trouble like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t even get a chance to give pastor the stuff for my application.  He told me to get out of his office.  I left feeling like doo doo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.Widel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-113711920571850028?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113711920571850028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113711920571850028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2005/11/he-bit-my-you-know-what-off.html' title='He Bit My You Know What Off'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-113711531644378319</id><published>2005-11-14T21:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T19:21:56.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Test &amp; She's Talkative</title><content type='html'>I got a test back on Thursday.  I got an 86 on the test.  I guess I got to get Amanda some more flowers.  Her study techniques are helping me out a lot.  She is going to make a great teacher once she graduates from college.  She is taking classes at the community college like me.  She said that she is going to college in Freling when she finishes at the community college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know…  I sure know a lot about the girl for me not to be interested in her.  She is very talkative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.Widel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-113711531644378319?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113711531644378319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113711531644378319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2005/11/another-test-shes-talkative.html' title='Another Test &amp; She&apos;s Talkative'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-113711896351214781</id><published>2005-11-12T00:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T20:22:43.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting With Pastor</title><content type='html'>I had my meeting with Pastor tonight.  It was okay.  I showed him my grades so far.  I barely have a 2.0.  My grades went up last semester.  I took a couple of easy classes so that I could bring my grades up.  Pastor told me that I had to bring my grades up this semester and next semester.  I told that I was going to do just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he asked me if I had submitted the application for Caffco.  I had to tell him no because I hadn’t done it.  He fussed at me for like 10 minutes.  He pulled an envelope from his desk and made me fill it out right there.  It was an application to Caffco University.  He had someone from one of the churches in &lt;a href="http://www.maddocha.info/cityofdorinda/"&gt;Dorinda&lt;/a&gt;.  I tripped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t have everything I needed to complete the application.  Pastor told me to get what I needed to complete the application and bring it to church on next Wednesday.  He told me that I better bring the stuff, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked for awhile longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor can be stern when he wants to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.Widel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-113711896351214781?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113711896351214781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113711896351214781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2005/11/meeting-with-pastor.html' title='Meeting With Pastor'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-113711498696286179</id><published>2005-11-10T01:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T19:16:26.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Talked To Pastor Again</title><content type='html'>Tonight I talked to pastor after church again.  I told him about my test grade.  He was proud of me.  It felt good when he patted me on my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me to bring in my grades so that he could look at them with me.  I am going to do that on Friday night.  I am kind of excited.  Things are coming together for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave Amanda Briscoe some flowers because she helped me study for my test.  She is a teacher’s assistant.  I told her that I was giving her the flowers because she helped me out.  I hope she doesn’t think anything else about the flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.Widel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-113711498696286179?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113711498696286179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113711498696286179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2005/11/talked-to-pastor-again.html' title='Talked To Pastor Again'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-113711476751841440</id><published>2005-11-07T19:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T19:12:47.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shouting Shoes</title><content type='html'>I got an 82 on my test that I took on Friday.  The highest grade I had ever received in the class was 70.  I almost danced when the professor gave me my test back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.Widel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-113711476751841440?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113711476751841440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113711476751841440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2005/11/shouting-shoes.html' title='Shouting Shoes'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-113711466720777560</id><published>2005-11-04T19:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T19:11:07.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Exam</title><content type='html'>I took an exam today.  It was tough.  I studied hard for it.  I believe that I did well on the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.Widel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-113711466720777560?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113711466720777560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113711466720777560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-exam.html' title='My Exam'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-113711455278491500</id><published>2005-11-03T00:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T19:09:12.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk With the Pastor</title><content type='html'>I talked to the pastor after service last night.  I told him that I wanted to go to Caffco University in &lt;a href="http://www.maddocha.info/cityofdorinda/"&gt;Dorinda&lt;/a&gt; after I graduate in June.  Pastor asked why.  I said that Caffco has an excellent business school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Why I Am In Fontaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to Fontaine from my home town of Hearne to go to school here.  At the time, my uncle was living in Fontaine.  Well, 8 months after I got here, my uncle decided to move back to Hearne and leave me down here by myself.  My uncle was living in a rent controlled apartment and the rent wasn’t all that high, but I didn’t have any money, nor did I have a job.  I didn’t know how I was going to make it.  I didn’t want to go back to Hearne, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to pastor and he helped me get a job that would work with my school schedule.  So, I would have some money.  The deacon staff helped me get an apartment that had a low rent.  It’s in a pretty decent part of town, too.  The rent is based on your income.  One of the deacons sold me his old car, which breaks down at least once a week, but the deacons always fix it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother wanted me to come home, but after she came down here and saw that I had a &lt;a href="http://www.gbfellowship.info/gbf_hillchapelhow/"&gt;church family&lt;/a&gt; that had my back, she was cool with me staying down here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Caffco University&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor asked me had I tried to get into Caffco yet.  I told him no.  He told me to fill out an application and go from there.  He seems cool with the idea of me going to Dorinda.  He isn’t worried because we have a lot of &lt;a href="http://www.gbfellowship.info/gbfchurches/"&gt;Greater Buelahland Fellowship Churches&lt;/a&gt; in the city.  He said that he and the church will help me in any way they can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord.  My prayer is being answered.  I believe God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.Widel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-113711455278491500?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113711455278491500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113711455278491500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2005/11/talk-with-pastor.html' title='Talk With the Pastor'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-113711284394450007</id><published>2005-11-01T01:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T18:40:43.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallelujah Night</title><content type='html'>We had Hallelujah night at church tonight.  That was an adventure.  We had kids all over the place running around, screaming, and acting silly.  I had some fun too.  I helped the committee set-up and clean-up.  The director of the Children’s Ministry, Sis. Penelope Henry asked me to help her.  I am a junior deacon these days.  I am 22 years old and I am a junior deacon.  Anyway.  I think Sis. Henry’s niece, Amanda Briscoe likes me, that why Sis. Henry thought I would help out.  I helped out because I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the boys talked me into getting into the bouncy thing with them.  I did.  Why did they try to jump all on me?  It was fun, though.  I had like five kids jumping on me at once.  I think I hurt my leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda was there with her 1 year old little boy.  She asked me to walk him around and take him to the different booths.  I did.  The little dude is cute.  I heard that his father is a minister of music at some church in the city.  I ain’t gonna be able to do it.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis. Henry gave me two bags of candy for helping her.  I ate like 5 hot dogs and 2 bowls of nachos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.Widel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-113711284394450007?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113711284394450007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113711284394450007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2005/10/hallelujah-night.html' title='Hallelujah Night'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-113711365637123605</id><published>2005-10-30T00:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T18:54:16.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza Party</title><content type='html'>We had the pizza party for cleaning up at the Family Symposium.  It was cool.  We met at Tony’s Pizza.  It was weird.  There were deacons of all ages there.  It was funny watching the older deacons eat.  I am the youngest deacon on the staff.  I have been hoping that I can be ordained as a full deacon, but it hasn’t happened yet.  Deacon Roughton says that it is because I am in college and he is not sure how long I am going to be in the city.  He makes a good point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deacon Roughton ordered 12 giant pizzas and we ate up.  It was cool hanging out with the men of the church.  The oldest deacon, Deacon Novak, told stories about when the church first got started.  He said that back in the day, pastor used to have a crazy haircut.  It was too crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate 6 slices of pizza.  The next youngest deacon, Deacon Lenny Colfax, ate 8 slices.  He was acting like we were in a contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.Widel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-113711365637123605?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113711365637123605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113711365637123605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2005/10/pizza-party.html' title='Pizza Party'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-113711202258086128</id><published>2005-10-27T01:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T18:27:02.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith to Believe</title><content type='html'>Wednesday night service was excellent.  Pastor taught about faith and how we need it to grow as disciples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“As a disciple, faith is an important tool to help us become closer to God because we need to depend on Him and our faith in Him shows our dependence on Him.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was powerful.  I needed that lesson because God knows I don’t have a lot of faith, especially when it comes to not seeing things.  If I can see a way that it will get done, then I can believe, but other than that, I don’t have much faith.  I am working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Now, you don’t want to ask God to teach you to have faith unless you are ready for a test that will test your faith more than ever before.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that pastor said that because I was thinking about asking God to teach me faith.  I won’t do that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of service, pastor asked us to write our name and one thing that we were believing God for on a piece of paper and put it in a prayer box that was going to be kept on the altar.  The church corporately prayed over the box and pastor told us to believe that our prayer would be answered.  When the prayer request is answered, we are supposed to write on a piece of paper that our prayer was answered and place it in a different box that is on the altar.  On the last Wednesday of October 2006, we are going to open the prayer answered box and read the answered prayer requests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor said that we could put a new prayer request in the box after the previous prayer request had been answered.  This is going to be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s what I wrote…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lord, I want to go to Caffco University after I graduate this year.  I am going to need the grades and the money to get in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.Widel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-113711202258086128?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113711202258086128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113711202258086128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2005/10/faith-to-believe.html' title='Faith to Believe'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-113077979109132712</id><published>2005-10-24T11:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T11:30:25.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Symposium</title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://www.gbfellowship.info/gbf_hillchapelhow/"&gt;Hill Chapel House of Worship&lt;/a&gt;, (my church home), had our &lt;a href="http://www.gbfellowship.info/gbf_hillchapelhow/familysymposioum/familysymposioum.html"&gt;Family Symposium&lt;/a&gt; this past weekend.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It was a fun.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We had all kinds of fun stuff on Saturday.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was one of the bouncy play thing operators.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Those kids were crazy.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;They were jumping on each other and doing flips.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It was cool.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I stayed and helped with the clean-up.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Deacon Arthur Roughton is supposed to take the clean-up crew out for pizza on next weekend.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Can hardly wait.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;J. Widel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-113077979109132712?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113077979109132712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113077979109132712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2005/10/family-symposium.html' title='Family Symposium'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-113077990222452805</id><published>2005-10-20T00:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T11:33:29.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To Put This Out There</title><content type='html'>I despise emails where someone forwards you and you have to click and open fifty forwarded emails.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Just thought I would put that out there.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;J. Widel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-113077990222452805?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113077990222452805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113077990222452805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2005/10/to-put-this-out-there.html' title='To Put This Out There'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-113077915857543905</id><published>2005-10-17T11:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T11:21:45.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Tired</title><content type='html'>I am growing tired of Fontaine.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I want to go to &lt;a href="http://www.maddocha.info/cityofdorinda/"&gt;Dorinda&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I have always wanted to go to Caffco University, but I could not get into the school the first time I tried.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My grades were too low.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I am almost through with my second year of junior college.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I hope I can get into Caffco this year.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I shouldn’t have sat out two years.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Anyway.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I am going to send in my application to Caffco in November.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I hope I get accepted.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I will be applying for housing and financial aid as well.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I believe God.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;J. Widel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-113077915857543905?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113077915857543905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113077915857543905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2005/10/growing-tired.html' title='Growing Tired'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-112916645814605639</id><published>2005-10-12T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T20:28:00.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Think On These Things</title><content type='html'>Ok, I have been thinking about things.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The world has gotten crazy and out of control.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It really doesn’t make a lot of sense.&lt;br/&gt;My home girl called me and told me that she lost her job.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She was so hurt and mad.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I did my best to calm her down.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;One of the ladies from my church son was shot.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It has been said that he wouldn’t give up his new jacket.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was just hurt behind that.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He had just started to participate in the youth program at church.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A lot of people were upset behind his death.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;There is talk of suing the guy’s family who shot the boy.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;These times are just what the Bible said they would be this way.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I keep wondering…&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;How long before Jesus’ triumphant return?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;J. Widel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-112916645814605639?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/112916645814605639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/112916645814605639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2005/10/think-on-these-things.html' title='Think On These Things'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-113077852219667954</id><published>2005-10-03T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T11:17:37.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Once A Week</title><content type='html'>I only post once a week.  I can't always think of something to write.  I will try to write more as I go on with th is journaling experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J. Widel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-113077852219667954?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113077852219667954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113077852219667954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2005/10/once-week.html' title='Once A Week'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-113077839870204457</id><published>2005-09-26T11:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T11:07:08.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Thinking</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking about some things.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Seems like my life hasn't been going as I thought it should.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I am still encouraged though.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Pastor preached an excellent message yesterday.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It was a blessing to me.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Sermon:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;These Light Afflictions&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scripture: &lt;/strong&gt;2 Cor. 4:13-18&lt;br/&gt;13: We having the same spirit of faith, according as it is written, I believed, and therefore have I spoken; we also believe, and therefore speak;&lt;br/&gt;14: Knowing that he which raised up the Lord Jesus shall raise up us also by Jesus, and shall present us with you.&lt;br/&gt;15: For all things are for your sakes, that the abundant grace might through the thanksgiving of many redound to the glory of God.&lt;br/&gt;16: For which cause we faint not; but though our outward man perish, yet the inward man is renewed day by day.&lt;br/&gt;17: For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory;&lt;br/&gt;18: While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Notes That Blessed Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even though things look bad and grim, just hold on because you know in your spirit that God is working things out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just remember, when you think your world is as bad as it can be, someone else is worse off than you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;li&gt;The things on earth won’t last long. Only what you do for Christ will last.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;li&gt;God is always with you and He won’t forsake you as long as you do His Word and His will.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Hope these quick notes blessed you.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;J. Widel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-113077839870204457?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113077839870204457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113077839870204457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-thinking.html' title='Just Thinking'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-113077776529053796</id><published>2005-09-19T10:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T10:56:05.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Saying Hello</title><content type='html'>Just thought I would say hello.  Nothing much is happening.  The convocation was good.  I am glad that I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.Widel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-113077776529053796?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113077776529053796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/113077776529053796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-saying-hello.html' title='Just Saying Hello'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16657694.post-112655739668369223</id><published>2005-09-12T15:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T20:04:34.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>At the Greater Buelahland Fellowship National Convocation</title><content type='html'>&lt;br/&gt;I am currently at the &lt;a href="http://www.gbfellowship.info/"&gt;Greater Buelahland Fellowship&lt;/a&gt; National Convocation.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It is being held in &lt;a href="http://www.maddocha.info/cityofdorinda/"&gt;Dorinda&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.maddocha.info/"&gt;Maddocha&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I arrived last night to the city from Petersburg.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I just finished walking around the convention center after I went to the registration booth.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I will post more later.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;J. Widel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16657694-112655739668369223?l=jwidel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/112655739668369223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16657694/posts/default/112655739668369223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jwidel.blogspot.com/2005/09/at-greater-buelahland-fellowship.html' title='At the Greater Buelahland Fellowship National Convocation'/><author><name>Me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWzYHRdS2vU/SHjH_vGQAQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0lGxOgzsdzA/S220/avt_jwidel_DODGE.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
