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        <title>Personal Thoughts</title>
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            <title>Jerry Wells Testimony</title>
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            <description>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;The Testimony of Jerry Wells, my pastor&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;My name is Jerry Wells. My parents were Wilbur and Opal Wells. I was born in December, 1954. I grew up in Oklahoma City. My Mom Opal died just before my 4th birthday. My Dad Wilbur was devastated by her death as was our whole family. He turned to alcohol to escape his pain. For the next 14 years of my life, I lived with an alcoholic.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Wilbur was a bad drunk. To his credit he maintained his job and only drank after work and on weekends. He attended clubs where he met various women and slept with them. I was five the first time I saw my Dad sleeping with another woman in our house. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Dad met a good woman at work and married her when I was six. But he did not stop drinking. His substance abuse eventually drove her away. One night he got mad at her, stripped her naked, and through her out in the front yard. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;She made an excuse to leave. She said she was going to visit some relatives. She never came back. I never saw her again. Dad was served divorced papers by the courts and a restraining order. He had a nervous break down and checked into the mental ward of a local hospital. I was 8 years old.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;By this time, my older brother Jim had been married for several years and my sister Sandy was a senior in high school ready to leave for college. By the fall of 1963, it was just Dad and me. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Dad rented a room from two ladies and we moved in with them. We lived there for about six months. We then moved into a one bedroom rent house that Dad owned in one of the poorest areas of Oklahoma City.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Dad met a woman at a club when I was 9 and married her. We moved into a nice home in Del City, Ok. But he did not stop drinking. She could not take the abuse. She and her teen age daughter moved out when I was 12.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;My older sister and brother decided that I had been through enough. They took me from Dad. Dad begged them to change their minds. He told them I was his life. He promised to change. He did for two weeks. But one evening he started drinking. He locked me out of the house and made me set outside for hours. When he let me in he was in a drunken stupor. He told me that I was wrong for leaving him. He threatened me and told me to never leave him again. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Dad then started drinking even more. He would disappear on Friday nights and not come home until Sunday. He would normally call me from some girl friends house. To his credit he always made sure that I had money. He bought me a motor cycle when I was 15 so I would have my own transportation.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;When I was 15, Dad married another woman that he met at a club and she moved in with us. It lasted six months. She divorced Dad and moved back to her home town. One night Dad got drunk and drove to see her. She called the police and they arrested him because he tried to break into her house. He called me with his one phone call from the local jail. I did not have a driver’s license but I drove a couple of hours and got him out of jail. I then drove him back to Del City. Dad had the shakes all the way home. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Then Dad’s driver’s license got suspended for drinking and driving. He was afraid to drive without a driver’s license so he made me drive even though I did not have a license. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;By the time I was 15, I hated Dad. I had no respect for him as a man or as my father. I told him I was leaving one day when he was drunk. He tackled me in the living room and threatened me again.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Why didn’t I leave? I did not think I had anywhere to go. I didn’t think any of my friends parents knew about my Dad’s problem. My family did not talk with me about it anymore. Everyone has their own problems.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;We went to church occasionally. Dad always wanted to be a member of a church and he always tithed as far as I know. But I was bitter at Wilbur and at God. I could not see any use for either one of them in my life. To express my anger at God, I would go to the cemetery where my Mom was buried and literally shake my fist at God. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Amazingly, I was good young man by the world’s standards. I was a very responsible student. I treated adults and peers with respect. I respected the law. I did not get in serious trouble. I did not drink. I was not promiscuous. I did not see a need for God in my life. I had the attitude that I did not need anyone and that I could succeed without God’s help or anyone else’s.&lt;span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;When I was 16, I met a young lady. We saw each other for more than a year. I cared a great deal for her and I also cared a great deal about her parents. But as time passed, I did not show her or her parents the respect they deserved. I was deceptive. I was not a good leader. I did not keep my word. I hurt her enough until she finally rejected me. She told me what an evil person I was. From that day forward, she would not have anything to do with me. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;This hurt so much because I cared so much for her. I had hurt my Dad. But I had never hurt anyone that I really cared for. It was this experience that caused me to take an honest look at myself.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;What I saw was not very pretty. Over time, I saw that I was selfish. I also saw I was proud. I saw I was deceitful. I saw how bitter I was at my Dad and at God. I saw that if I did not change I was going to hurt people just like Dad hurt me and so many others. I could see we both deserved to go to hell.&lt;span&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;This scared me. I could see where I was headed and what kind of life I was going to experience if I did not change. I wanted to change but I did not know how. I also felt that I was powerless to change, especially my selfish motives. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;This led me to start a spiritual journey. I started reading the bible. I started attending church more often and listening closer to sermons from the bible. It started making sense. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;I was sinner. I was dead in my transgressions and sins. I was separated from God. I was powerless to change my heart, who I was, or who I would become.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;God’s son Jesus was God. He loved me. He wanted to have an eternal relationship with me. He wanted to save me from my sin. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;For that to occur, because God is just, Jesus had to suffer for my sin. He had to pay the debt I owed because of my sin and the sin of my forefathers. His death on the cross proved that He loved me and paid that debt in full. His resurrection was proof that He was God and that the debt was paid.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;If I would accept that payment by faith in Jesus, I would be reconciled to God forever. He would change me. He would give me a genuine His love for others that was free from selfishness. He would live within me through His Spirit and give me power over sin.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;It was a struggle to believe that God loved me. The circumstances of my life worked against this truth. By the time I graduated the sixth grade, we had moved six times and I had attended six different grades schools.&lt;span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I had witnessed things that my Dad did to me and others that no child should have to experience. How could God love me like the bible says and allow me to suffer so much? Why didn’t I have a good stable family with two parents that loved me? Why did God let my mother get sick and die when I was so young? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;This struggle with faith lasted for six months, but God was faithful. Finally, on New Years Eve, 1971, just before midnight, I believed. The Lord spoke to my heart when I asked him why I had suffered so much. He said, “It was what I personally needed to see my need for Him.” &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;It was true. I was so proud of what I had achieved in spite of the circumstances in my family. I was self righteous.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;My family suffered because of sin. But God let me be a part of it and then fail so that I would see my need for Him and His righteousness in my life.&lt;span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;I believed that night just before midnight and shortly thereafter I was baptized as a testimony to my faith in Jesus Christ. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Looking back, there have been so many blessings that are too numerous too recount.&lt;span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;My life changed. My Dad died of lung cancer in the fall of 1977 when I was 22. He was 66. But before he died, we were reconciled. Jesus changed my heart toward my Dad so that I loved him and forgave him and did not hate him anymore. The last five years of his life we were able to talk openly about things for the first time. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Just six months before my Dad died, on August 12, 1977, I married a wonderful Godly Christian woman named Debbie Mills. We have six sons and two daughters. Jesus gave us His heart of love for one another. My relationship to Debbie and our ministry together gave me happiness that I did not know two people could share on this side of heaven.&lt;span&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;But after more than 29 years of marriage Debbie died. She was 53. She was diagnosed with cancer in September of 2006. On May 3, 2007, Debbie left us for heaven. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Following Debbie’s death, I understood for the first time what my Dad felt when my Mom died. I struggled all over again with having faith in God’s love for me. But Jesus kept one of His promises. He says, “I will never leave you or forsake you.” After Debbie’s death, Jesus kept assuring me of His love for me and my children. He hung on to me when I had no strength or little faith to hang on to Him. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;My faith has grown deeper as a result of our loss. When I think that I cannot depend upon Jesus more, I discover a whole new dimension of trust that always changes me and sets me free. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I am not an alcoholic. Through the same circumstance in my life and my Dad’s life, Jesus has proved what a difference He can make if you know Him and trust Him.&lt;span&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;My life verse is Psalms 40:1-3. It says… &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;I waited patiently for the LORD; and he inclined unto me, and heard my cry.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;2 He brought me up also out of an horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;3 And he hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto our God: many shall see it, and fear, and shall trust in the LORD.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;KJV &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Jesus can and will do for you what He has done for me. You will not be able to avoid all the horrible pits in your future. Life is so hard. But with each new trial your faith in Jesus Christ can grow as you learn to depend upon Him more. If you can find your way to the Rock, He will give you a new song.  He will then use you to cause others to trust in Him.&lt;span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;To receive Jesus Christ as your savior from sin like I did, the scripture says…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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    &lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;You need to understand that you are a sinner separated from God and you are powerless to change your nature.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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    &lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;You need to understand that God’s penalty for sin is death and separation from God in a place of eternal torment the bible calls hell.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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    &lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;You need to understand that Jesus is God and that He died for your sins on a cross to pay your sin debt. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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    &lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;You need to understand that Jesus rose from the dead and that He is Lord of heaven and earth.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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    &lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;You need to put your faith in Jesus Christ to save you from sin and be willing to give testimony to your faith by following the Lord’s command to be baptized in water. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;(Jerry Wells is currently the Pastor at Western Hills Church in Oklahoma City.  Western Hills Church is located at 401 S.W. 44&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;sup&gt;in&lt;/sup&gt; Oklahoma City. You can reach the church and Pastor Jerry by phone by calling 405-634-1454. Pastor Jerry is now married to Saundra Wells. They married in November of 2008. Saundra’s husband John Cobbs died in January of 2007. Pastor Jerry and Saundra have twelve children from their previous marriages to Debbie and John.)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;You can find Jerry's blog postings during Debbie's treatment of cancer here --&amp;gt; &lt;a href="http://debbieshealthupdate.blogspot.com"&gt;http://debbieshealthupdate.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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            <dc:creator>Wayne Larimore</dc:creator>
            <guid>http://waynester.net/blog/archive/2010/04/08/jerry-wells-testimony.aspx</guid>
            <pubDate>Thu, 08 Apr 2010 16:48:05 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Save $10 Without SnagIT Promotional Code</title>
            <link>http://waynester.net/blog/archive/2009/12/28/save-10-without-snagit-promotional-code.aspx</link>
            <description>&lt;p&gt;That's right.  There's no need to even use a Promotional Code for SnagIT now.  I know of at least two alternatives that most folks don't even know about!  It's so off-the-radar I would consider them secretive.  You probably have read my previous postings concerning promotional codes and discounts &lt;a href="http://waynester.net/blog/archive/2008/06/29/SNAGIT-9-and-Discount-Promotional-Code.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.waynester.net/blog/archive/2007/03/08/5688.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.waynester.net/blog/archive/2007/08/01/SNAGIT-by-TechSmith-for-20.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Do you really want to know what I found out?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Click here then ==&amp;gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.waynester.net/redirect.aspx?id=56"&gt;Tell me about the Free alternatives and the $19.95 one!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://waynester.net/blog/aggbug/5763.aspx" width="1" height="1" /&gt;</description>
            <dc:creator>Wayne Larimore</dc:creator>
            <guid>http://waynester.net/blog/archive/2009/12/28/save-10-without-snagit-promotional-code.aspx</guid>
            <pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 05:02:37 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>DIY renewable energy alternate power sources</title>
            <link>http://waynester.net/blog/archive/2009/04/08/DIY-renewable-energy-alternate-power-sources.aspx</link>
            <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Dependence on foreign oil sources has got to stop here in the USA.  It seems that we'll be waiting decades before the government helps in setting up the infrastructure and pushing municipal fleets to use Natural Gas.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;How can we do our part?  Do it yourself!  Yes, it is possible.  I came across a great resource for you DIY'ers who love gadgets and saving money at the same time.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Here's the skinny ==&amp;gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/d3vk9t"&gt;http://tinyurl.com/d3vk9t&lt;/a&gt; &amp;lt;===&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://waynester.net/blog/aggbug/5746.aspx" width="1" height="1" /&gt;</description>
            <dc:creator>Wayne Larimore</dc:creator>
            <guid>http://waynester.net/blog/archive/2009/04/08/DIY-renewable-energy-alternate-power-sources.aspx</guid>
            <pubDate>Wed, 08 Apr 2009 06:01:03 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Virtual March on Washington - Turn USA around today!</title>
            <link>http://waynester.net/blog/archive/2009/04/02/Virtual-March-on-Washington--Turn-USA-around-today.aspx</link>
            <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Join me by emailing President Obama and your Members of Congress today to ask them to support the NAT GAS Act of 2009.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Byington; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/dz2guf"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;http://tinyurl.com/dz2guf&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://waynester.net/blog/aggbug/5745.aspx" width="1" height="1" /&gt;</description>
            <dc:creator>Wayne Larimore</dc:creator>
            <guid>http://waynester.net/blog/archive/2009/04/02/Virtual-March-on-Washington--Turn-USA-around-today.aspx</guid>
            <pubDate>Thu, 02 Apr 2009 19:14:38 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>subText 2.0 not ready for shared environment hosting</title>
            <link>http://waynester.net/blog/archive/2008/08/24/subText-2.0-not-ready-for-shared-environment-hosting.aspx</link>
            <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;This weekend I took it upon myself to upgrade my subText blog to version 2.0.  I'm glad I backed up everything before attempting the debacle.  My first clue should have been it's only a few days old since it was released.  I went through the steps of wiping out all old files and ftp'ing all the new ones and merging my web [dot] config differences.  I got an error pointing to an assembly that was suspect.  After searching on SourceForge.net forums I downloaded the latest DotNetOpenID assembly and copied it over to the bin folder.  Then I got the Upgrading in Progress splash screen.  Then, I came across a posting from Paul Wideman.  He found the bug in the code related to not working well with partial trust environments like GoDaddy, Webhost4life and others.  I downloaded his patch and applied it with TortoiseMerge and compiled the Framework assembly, copied it up to the bin directory - thinking this would fix that problem.  Nadda!  Still had the Upgrading - be patient screen.  So, after 24 hours of my blog being down I made the decision to roll back to version 1.x.  And I was so looking forward to the new version 2 features.  I apologize to anyone trying to access anything on my blog during this down time.  I think I'll wait until a new verified and seasoned version is released.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; [update] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;For my sake as well as others, here are some references of others having problems and how they worked them out:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kowitz.net/archive/2008/08/15/upgrading-to-subtext-2.0-fail.aspx"&gt;http://www.kowitz.net/archive/2008/08/15/upgrading-to-subtext-2.0-fail.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://waynester.net/blog/aggbug/5736.aspx" width="1" height="1" /&gt;</description>
            <dc:creator>Wayne Larimore</dc:creator>
            <guid>http://waynester.net/blog/archive/2008/08/24/subText-2.0-not-ready-for-shared-environment-hosting.aspx</guid>
            <pubDate>Mon, 25 Aug 2008 03:51:39 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Shining Eyes and Passion For What You Do</title>
            <link>http://waynester.net/blog/archive/2008/07/14/Shining-Eyes-and-Passion-For-What-You-Do.aspx</link>
            <description>&lt;p&gt;I thoroughly enjoyed &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://blog.jpboodhoo.com/OnClassicalMusicLeadersAndInspiration.aspx"&gt;this posting&lt;/a&gt; by Jean-Paul S. Boodhoo recently.  He gives a link to a &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.ted.com/index.php/talks/benjamin_zander_on_music_and_passion.html"&gt;very inspiring video&lt;/a&gt; of Benjamin Zander speaking on playing the piano with a passion.  It can be applied to anything in life.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I wish you'll take some time and let &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.ted.com/index.php/talks/benjamin_zander_on_music_and_passion.html"&gt;this video&lt;/a&gt; move you as it did me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://waynester.net/blog/aggbug/5733.aspx" width="1" height="1" /&gt;</description>
            <dc:creator>Wayne Larimore</dc:creator>
            <guid>http://waynester.net/blog/archive/2008/07/14/Shining-Eyes-and-Passion-For-What-You-Do.aspx</guid>
            <pubDate>Mon, 14 Jul 2008 16:53:55 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Starting My New Gig</title>
            <link>http://waynester.net/blog/archive/2008/06/27/Starting-My-New-Gig.aspx</link>
            <description>It seems like forever since I last went into the office.  My &lt;a href="http://waynester.net/blog/archive/2008/04/13/14-12-Years-Of-Loyalty--Then-Betrayal.aspx"&gt;previous posting&lt;/a&gt; related to me being suprisingly laid off has collected dust in the blogoshere.  Yet, this Monday I start my new gig with a fairly new gas and oil company here in the Oklahoma City area.  My title will be senior IT analyst.  They have SharePoint 2007 implemented and they are looking to me to help them do its thing.  I really am excited about joining them.  They are top notch and have great people.  I even get my own office which was unexpected.  It will be different not working two blocks from my home and family.  There are pros and cons to both scenarios.  I do look forward to the routine of working downtown.  The company family atmosphere, collaboration with colleagues in-person and the YMCA across the way during lunch.  Will I work out there, we'll see, I wanna and shoulda.  This is for sure, the Lord has certainly been good to me and my family.&lt;img src="http://waynester.net/blog/aggbug/5728.aspx" width="1" height="1" /&gt;</description>
            <dc:creator>Wayne Larimore</dc:creator>
            <guid>http://waynester.net/blog/archive/2008/06/27/Starting-My-New-Gig.aspx</guid>
            <pubDate>Sat, 28 Jun 2008 03:32:27 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>14 1/2 Years Of Loyalty Comes To an End</title>
            <link>http://waynester.net/blog/archive/2008/04/13/14-12-Years-Of-Loyalty--Then-Betrayal.aspx</link>
            <description>&lt;p&gt;Last Thursday I got "the call" that all employees dread - "you're no longer needed".  Our company went through yet another round of layoffs and this time my number was called.  I had survived so many of these over the 14 1/2 years of my career - with the same company (very rare, I know).  It caught me by complete surprise.  I was their number one "MOSS" man, they told me just days before.  Then came "the call".&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I guess I've been very fortunate in my career.  I've only experienced two layoffs in 20 years.  I do not recommend it to anyone.  It kind of feels like being betrayed.  At one moment you're part of the family, then the next you're thrown to the curb and locked out of the home (networks).  It feels lonely.  For two hours after that phone call, I didn't call my wife.  I needed time to reflect of what just happened.  Working remote, I wasn't escorted out of the building or asked to embarrasingly carry my box of personals out of the building (thank God!).  However, I just sat there and reflected on what it all meant.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;At the same time, I am not bitter.  In fact, for the most part, I am at peace with the outcome.  I know I'm going to be alright.  My family and I &lt;a href="http://www.debtfreefivekids.com"&gt;don't have any debt&lt;/a&gt;, we have an emergency fund and I do not need to make any rash decisions on the next step of my career.  I would love to keep &lt;a href="http://www.waynester.net/blog/archive/2006/08/16/ExtremeOfficeMakeOver.aspx"&gt;my office&lt;/a&gt; and work for someone remote.  However, I know that might not work out.  I'm hoping to find a situation that I enjoy.  There's got to be a place for a guy with my experience.  If you know and / or looking for someone feel free to contact me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I look forward to this new season of my career.  I believe there's a reason for everything and nothing gets by God that He doesn't approve (refer to Job in the Bible).  I'm not limiting myself to a specific technology or platform.  I am a problem-solver and troubleshooter.  I enjoy seeing my work make a difference in the workplace - a process more efficient, less paperwork to handle and / or simply lessening human workload.  I guess you could say I'm a computer geek at heart.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[update]&lt;/strong&gt; I have edited this posting and removed previous interview-related ones in deference to those who construe them offensive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://waynester.net/blog/aggbug/5715.aspx" width="1" height="1" /&gt;</description>
            <dc:creator>Wayne Larimore</dc:creator>
            <guid>http://waynester.net/blog/archive/2008/04/13/14-12-Years-Of-Loyalty--Then-Betrayal.aspx</guid>
            <pubDate>Sun, 13 Apr 2008 07:05:36 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Backwards Google</title>
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            <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Here's something backwards that my oldest son just showed me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Goto &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;http://www.google.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Type in 'google' backwards; that would be &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;elgoog&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Click on the first item returned - elgoog.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Everything google is backwards.  Even the search results.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Hmmm... I wonder if it's backwards in Australia too?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://waynester.net/blog/aggbug/5707.aspx" width="1" height="1" /&gt;</description>
            <dc:creator>Wayne Larimore</dc:creator>
            <guid>http://waynester.net/blog/archive/2008/01/25/Backwards-Google.aspx</guid>
            <pubDate>Sat, 26 Jan 2008 05:52:39 GMT</pubDate>
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            <title>Photoshoot of my Family by Hannah Roth</title>
            <link>http://waynester.net/blog/archive/2007/12/27/Photoshoot-of-my-Family-by-Hannah-Roth.aspx</link>
            <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;  &lt;font size="2"&gt;We recently had the pleasure of having our family pictures taken by an up and coming photographer - Hannah Roth.  She found some great back drops in downtown Oklahoma City.  We appreciate her expertise and patience with our family of 7.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" width="408" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kCQITOshuMQ/R1ssQzDL4JI/AAAAAAAACZU/GMm9BqTJ0II/s400/Bridge_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;If you are in the OKC area, we highly recommend her.  To see more photos, visit Hannah's website:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifeencapsulated.blogspot.com/2007/12/larimore-family.html"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Life Encapsulated&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Thanks Hannah!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://waynester.net/blog/aggbug/5705.aspx" width="1" height="1" /&gt;</description>
            <dc:creator>Wayne Larimore</dc:creator>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 27 Dec 2007 07:59:52 GMT</pubDate>
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