<?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-17775683</id><updated>2011-12-02T15:46:08.442-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Borland's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Random ramblings, original opinions, and neurotic nonsense all in one blog!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980513647592192309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17775683.post-4527836212350866956</id><published>2011-03-04T08:42:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T08:57:35.332-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology ADD</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's only been three years since I last posted on this blog.  Time does fly.  I didn't take the time even check what the last post was, so don't expect any continuation of thought on that front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As  a matter of fact, I'm thinking that you shouldn't expect any continuation of thought from me in general...I have self-diagnosed myself with Technology ADD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love technology. I work with it everyday and it is actually part of my job.  I am discovering though that I'm not nearly the early adopter that I thought I was and I am definitely not a "stick with it" kind of guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started this blog about the time that I created our own website (&lt;a href="http://www.theborlands.net/"&gt;www.theborlands.net&lt;/a&gt;).  I posted here and I updated pictures and such on the website. If you had the misfortune of actually trying to go to our site, you share in my disappointment. My updates on the website dropped from daily, to weekly to bi monthly to...well, let's just say it was a while.  I then took the entire site down during my "situation" this time last year and have just flat neglected to put it back up (this despite continuing to pay godaddy for the right to do so...).  My Technology ADD strikes for the second time.  The blog...well the fact that this is my first post in nearly three years says it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped the entire MySpace revolution,  but jumped on the Facebook bandwagon belatedly.  I did mange to fall deep in to the FB addiction whether it was Farmville, Mafia Wars or Castle Age (I sincerely apologize for the tons of unwelcome "invites" to those time wasters...).  I would post constantly and felt the compulsion to comment on everyone's status (or at least let them know that I "liked" it.  My friend list grew and grew until it makes it nearly impossible to keep up with status updates.  Then my Technology ADD kicked in.  I update my status rarely (today was one of those days) and find my self farther and farther between times I even check for messages.  (My apologies again to those that this inconvenienced...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have now fully embraced the iPad.  I love its functionality and versatility.  I'm hoping I can find out more about how it works and it's uses before my Tech ADD strikes again.  I'll keep you updated, but I'm not sure if it will be here or not...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17775683-4527836212350866956?l=chrisborland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/feeds/4527836212350866956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17775683&amp;postID=4527836212350866956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/4527836212350866956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/4527836212350866956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/2011/03/technology-add.html' title='Technology ADD'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980513647592192309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17775683.post-6040399073210832701</id><published>2007-03-09T21:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T00:29:47.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies (Whether You Are Having Fun Or Not!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bpyze1cclU/RfIhz3cIXlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PYvakwS4W-k/s1600-h/P1010060redeye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040128107919990354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bpyze1cclU/RfIhz3cIXlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PYvakwS4W-k/s320/P1010060redeye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amazing, isn't it. A mere 5 months ago we were a family of three. Just 15 months before that, Jill and I were just another newlywed couple trying to figure out all the annoying habits the other hid while we were dating (we are still discovering those by the way...). Now EVERYTHING has changed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know, I know (that my Redeemer lives...) that we were told numerous (read millions) times that children change everything, but hearing ain't believing. I am now a believer. Jill and I don't go about anything in the same way we used to. All of a sudden, routine things like dinner require extensive planning to pull off. Thankfully we have family close by that are willing to help (Thanks Joyce, Julie, John and Randy!) so we haven't actually had to &lt;strong&gt;find&lt;/strong&gt; a babysitter yet, but I know that day is coming...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There is just more to life with little ones around. Anyone that has children knows this, but allow me my time to speak my truth. I thought we had laundry before. Nay-Nay! Now we have laundry. I thought we were economically stressed before. Nay-nay! Milk, formula, diapers and daycare give new meaning to deficit spending. I thought we were tired before. Nay-NAY-&lt;strong&gt;NAY!&lt;/strong&gt; The Z brothers have radar that allows them to only call out, scream or otherwise interrupt only the most important sleep of the night. It may only be once, but they'll catch you where it hurts the next morning the most. I thought I was happy helping raise everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; children. Nay. This is the most fun I've had since my Dad bought that little Honda 80 from Bobby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;McNabb&lt;/span&gt; for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bpyze1cclU/RfIk5HcIXmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SIMiW0OIJlA/s1600-h/P1010006.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040131496649186914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bpyze1cclU/RfIk5HcIXmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SIMiW0OIJlA/s200/P1010006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They are so much fun to watch. I get in trouble for my choice of words (evidently it is too close to comparing them to pets...), but I can't wait to see what new trick they will learn next! Zeke has a plethora of tricks that can liven any party. Just ask anyone that has seen him "strike a pose". His personality is sunny (unless he doesn't get his way, then a hurricane is more appropriate) and he loves just about anyone. He's learning names and is becoming much more adept at please and thank you. He even "tee-tees in the potty" before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bath time&lt;/span&gt; most nights. What more could you ask for you ask? How about a little brother that watches your every move, thinks everything you do is a laugh riot and doesn't complain much if your loving hug turns into a vicious headlock! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's early to tell, but I don't think Ezekiel has long before he ceases to be the big brother and is relegated to "older brother" status. As you can see above, 15 months does not a huge size difference make. We'll keep the comparison photos coming, but Zane is coming on strong in the growth department. He is working on learning to sit up on his own and can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;occasionally&lt;/span&gt; roll (when the mood strikes). He's strong (if he had any balance at all he could stand...He can support his weight already) and seems to have followed his brother's lead in the happiness department.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All of this to say, all that I've been told is true. It does go by too fast. Knowing that Zeke is a mere 7 years away from taking the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;TAKS&lt;/span&gt; test breaks my heart. Knowing that Zane is just a few months behind breaks it again. The rewards though are fantastic. Two healthy happy boys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks to all that support us and Zeke and Zane. We know that we couldn't do it without you and someday so will Zeke and Zane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17775683-6040399073210832701?l=chrisborland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/feeds/6040399073210832701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17775683&amp;postID=6040399073210832701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/6040399073210832701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/6040399073210832701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/2007/03/time-flies-whether-you-are-having-fun.html' title='Time Flies (Whether You Are Having Fun Or Not!)'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980513647592192309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Bpyze1cclU/RfIhz3cIXlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PYvakwS4W-k/s72-c/P1010060redeye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17775683.post-8668224656287882250</id><published>2007-02-17T09:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T16:36:36.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>World Awareness Starts at Home</title><content type='html'>I've spent some time in reflection this week on how much I pay attention to the "small stuff" that doesn't matter as opposed to the "small stuff" that does. We are working extremely hard at church to really reach out to people in our community and as a result, I've noticed that we can find any number of really small excuses to encourage discouragement and foster a spirit of helplessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great idea brought forth to host a Valentines banquet for the needy in our community.  Romantic dinner for the adults and pizza and games for their kids, (built in child care).  We ( and I'm using a very broad brush here) started out very enthusiastic and then the little things began to take their toll.  We didn't organize like we should have.  We didn't look at our audience and cater specifically to them as opposed to what was convenient for us.  We also allowed our thinking to move towards the old "they will be grateful and flock to us just because it's free" ideal that has consistently hurt many churches in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say all of that and it sounds like the banquet was a total bust and no one attended and all was doom and gloom.  Nay, nay.  We had several families show up and all those that attended enjoyed good food and fun and frivolity was had by all.  Afterwards, however we slunk back into negativity about why more didn't attend and what were we going to do with all the extra, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.  I just see the small things dragging us down and away from the bigger picture that in order to help people, sometimes you have to be willing to be let down a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough venting for now.  More on this later.&lt;br /&gt;Chris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17775683-8668224656287882250?l=chrisborland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/feeds/8668224656287882250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17775683&amp;postID=8668224656287882250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/8668224656287882250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/8668224656287882250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/2007/02/world-awareness-starts-at-home.html' title='World Awareness Starts at Home'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980513647592192309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17775683.post-6041312716020709140</id><published>2007-01-17T11:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T11:57:54.354-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Couldn't Stand the Weather</title><content type='html'>Pardon my Stevie Ray Vaughan reference...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had some of the winter weather in the Waco area that has really hit other portions of the state and nation.  I love Texas and I love Texans, but with the possible exception of Amarilloites (Amarilloans?) we can't handle snow, sleet or any other form of frozen precipitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little ice and we are practically paralyzed.  If we aren't overreacting we are driving at insane rates of speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus is I got an extra day at home with Jill and the boys...Not sure I'll be so grateful when our next holiday is shortened......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17775683-6041312716020709140?l=chrisborland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/feeds/6041312716020709140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17775683&amp;postID=6041312716020709140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/6041312716020709140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/6041312716020709140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/2007/01/couldnt-stand-weather.html' title='Couldn&apos;t Stand the Weather'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980513647592192309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17775683.post-116641543546647767</id><published>2006-12-17T21:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T22:17:15.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Perseverance Pays Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2007/1721/1600/75224/P1010041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2007/1721/320/217875/P1010041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After 3 1/2 years, countless late nights, hundreds of miles of driving, and more money than I can count, I officially graduated from Tarleton State University Friday night December 15th.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are too many people to thank personally, but I'll take a decent stab at it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My wife Jill: No way I make it through all this without her love and support. Not to mention all the nights that she handled the kid(s) by herself so I could be at class or study or finish a paper.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dr. Sharon Shields: She encouraged me to hurry up and get started on this degree. She has been a constant sounding board and has been a great help in the career decisions that I've made. (She also made sure that I got on the ball and finished out my paperwork and final project...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Deanna and Bruce Lovesmith: Couldn't have made it through several of these classes with out them. Bruce and I beamed messages throughout one entire semester. The sanity saved alone is priceless!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dr. Higham, Dr. Beach, Dr. Monk, and Dr. Littleton: Wouldn't have made it through the final semesters (or comps) without their willingness to go the extra mile and make sure I met my deadlines.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dr. Monte Geren: It's amazing how much of what we covered in our Leading Edge sessions actually comes in handy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bonnie McRae: Thanks for helping me survive the internship and allowing me the freedom to learn on the fly!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kelly Bray: Thanks for the notebook, the support and being a great listener when I needed to vent!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Michelle Jolliff and Jodie Fields: Troy's finest! Only down part of no more classes, is no more classes with the two of you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Mom and Dad:  You two are the greatest ever.  Thanks for the support (emotionally and financially), and thanks for not going absolutely ballistic when you found out I was riding the motorcycle back and forth to Killeen!  Knowing that I can always count on you makes everything I attempt in life that much easier!  Thanks for making the drive down for Graduation it meant so much to have you there!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zeke and Zane:  You two fellas make it all worthwhile.  You are both fantastic!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;John, Joyce, Randy and Julie:  Thanks for the support that you provide by keeping my wife sane.  Childcare isn't easy to find at short notice and Joyce and Julie, you have saved our bacon more times than we can count or repay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are hundreds of others, but that's what I have room, time, and patience to recount.  I'll take my certification test in the new year and be prepared to be a "real principal" as soon as I pass the test.  After that, anything can happen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks to all.  Now it's just a matter of surviving this last week until Christmas break and then we'll see what happens after that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chris&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17775683-116641543546647767?l=chrisborland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/feeds/116641543546647767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17775683&amp;postID=116641543546647767' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/116641543546647767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/116641543546647767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/2006/12/perseverance-pays-off.html' title='Perseverance Pays Off'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980513647592192309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17775683.post-116050993867970104</id><published>2006-10-10T14:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T14:52:18.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning Family Life Anew!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2007/1721/1600/P1010009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2007/1721/320/P1010009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here we go again! Our little family has expanded with the addition of Christopher Zane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zane was born this morning at 8:12 and weighed in at a hefty 8 pounds 10 ounces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks remarkably like his older brother, but his hair is darker (without the red that Zeke had, but with some blond highlights...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far (6 1/2 hours into things) he does have Ezekiel's mellow temperament. He has cried little, yawned much and suckled well. (Does that qualify as TMI?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the TMI department, as the doctors were concluding the tubal ligation (tying the tubes for you medically non-inclined) they discovered that Jill had only one ovary. Just another testament to the blessings that Jill and I have enjoyed with our family. It's amazing that we got pregnant as easily as we did since she was only outputting eggs from one side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is progressing well. Still only having ice chips (which makes me a horses patoot for eating my candy and drinking my coke, but hey no sense in BOTH of us starving, right?) and hopefully will be able to get up and around some time this evening. Lord willing and no creeks rising (although the creek rising is much more possible since it started raining....) we should all be home some time Thursday. That is optimistic, but that's just the kind of people we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the prayers and good wishes. Cards and visits have been great too! Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris, Jill, Zeke and Zane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17775683-116050993867970104?l=chrisborland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/feeds/116050993867970104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17775683&amp;postID=116050993867970104' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/116050993867970104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/116050993867970104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/2006/10/beginning-family-life-anew.html' title='Beginning Family Life Anew!'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980513647592192309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17775683.post-115903443190124843</id><published>2006-09-23T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T13:00:31.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes on the Horizon</title><content type='html'>Well, the date is set. Lord willing and no creeks a rising....Christopher Zane should arrive October 10th. Jill's C-section has been scheduled for Tuesday the 10th at 7:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sincerely appreciate all the love and support (as well as all the "are you guys crazy" comments) that we've received. We are about as ready as we can be, with the exception of Zeke being prepared to move just a little bit to the left of center in the universe. Zeke has discovered belly buttons, so we hope it proves a novel enough distraction to keep him from really noticing there is another baby in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother will be in for about a week to help around the home as well has Jill's mom hanging close to visit with my mom and help out as well. Jill and I's work schedule is still being determined. I can't take the solid block of time off that I did with Zeke, and Jill will see how she feels in deciding how much time to spend at the Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news:&lt;br /&gt;I'm not doing well at fantasy football.&lt;br /&gt;I have found out who my university internship supervisor is. I now have A LOT to do this semester.&lt;br /&gt;Zeke is still cutting teeth and getting really close to using several real words.&lt;br /&gt;Jill has her license and is methodically working her way through all her Medicaid and insurance applications for her private practice.&lt;br /&gt;I've lost 7 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;Jill has lost 3.&lt;br /&gt;I've not played golf in a while...which means I could probably qualify for the US Ryder Cup team...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17775683-115903443190124843?l=chrisborland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/feeds/115903443190124843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17775683&amp;postID=115903443190124843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/115903443190124843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/115903443190124843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/2006/09/changes-on-horizon.html' title='Changes on the Horizon'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980513647592192309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17775683.post-115688176584597140</id><published>2006-08-29T15:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T15:06:13.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When the other shoe drops (on your head)</title><content type='html'>School has started for thousands of children across the state of Texas, but not for us. My district is completing some building projects and therefore pushed back our start date. So this has been the longest summer of my professional career. Granted, it was filled with graduate school and other "fun" activities, but it was long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really looking forward to the beginning of the school year this year. I was a year older, smarter and more experienced. I was within a semester of graduating and receiving my principal's certificate. I had survived scheduling, text books, and discipline referrals (along with parent, teacher, and student complaints...) and so this year was going to go much smoother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, mostly wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am more prepared to deal with any of the contingencies mentioned above. What I wasn't prepared for was the fact that I would be placed in the same sink or swim situations...In many respects I am actually behind where I was at this time last year. So much for more prepared, right? Books aren't ready, the schedule is problematic, and great ideas about student management went over like a lead balloon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I have a few more days of school, plus some time on the weekend (sigh) to get things put together as much as possible. I'm really subscribing to the old phrase of "the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll struggle once again to get things ready for my teachers so they don't have to struggle to get things ready for their kids. So forgive an extended absence from posting...I'll probably be scanning textbooks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17775683-115688176584597140?l=chrisborland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/feeds/115688176584597140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17775683&amp;postID=115688176584597140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/115688176584597140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/115688176584597140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/2006/08/when-other-shoe-drops-on-your-head.html' title='When the other shoe drops (on your head)'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980513647592192309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17775683.post-115375304379175842</id><published>2006-07-24T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T09:59:02.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Perspective</title><content type='html'>I love golf. I love to play and I've even developed a taste for watching it on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Tiger Woods is the transcendent athlete of our time. I'm giving him the nod even over Michael Jordan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for the posting is the coverage given to the braveness of Tiger and also of Chris DiMarco in being able to perform after the loss of a parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely do not doubt the emotional distress that either of these gentlemen have experienced and will continue to experience. What I want to express is the importance of realizing that there are many others that experience this daily, yet since they aren't famous, or world class athletes, they don't receive the outpouring of love and sympathy that famous folk do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been extremely blessed in that my family has remained almost intact. I lost my grandfather several years ago, but my parents are hale and hearty (other than some minor blood pressure stuff). I have friends that have experienced this loss, and rarely (never that I know of) are they congratulated on their mental toughness and celebrated on their return to work and "life as normal".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm as guilty as the next at deifying athletes and entertainers, but in this case I think the wealth needs to be spread a bit. There are many out there hurting that need some encouragement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17775683-115375304379175842?l=chrisborland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/feeds/115375304379175842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17775683&amp;postID=115375304379175842' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/115375304379175842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/115375304379175842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/2006/07/little-perspective.html' title='A Little Perspective'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980513647592192309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17775683.post-115327700551481958</id><published>2006-07-18T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T21:43:25.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2007/1721/320/P1010178%20rotate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ezekiel Ryan is now one year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's truly amazing how much has happened in the world in his short time in it. It's also amazing what has happened just in our lives since he changed them forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I became an assistant principal.&lt;br /&gt;2. I got serious about finishing my masters degree.&lt;br /&gt;3. Jill completed her 3000+ intern hours.&lt;br /&gt;4. We became pregnant (again).&lt;br /&gt;5. Jill passed her LPC exam.&lt;br /&gt;6. Chris sold his red motorcycle... (solitary tear)&lt;br /&gt;7. I became a deacon at our church.&lt;br /&gt;8. Jill and I both started teaching Sunday school.&lt;br /&gt;9. We acquired approximately 30 new neighbors...(our subdivision is growing by leaps and bounds)&lt;br /&gt;10. Jill and I have learned tons about what it takes to be a mommy and a daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to let everyone know how much we appreciate all the help, love and (some of the) advice that we have been given. It truly takes a village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17775683-115327700551481958?l=chrisborland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/feeds/115327700551481958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17775683&amp;postID=115327700551481958' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/115327700551481958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/115327700551481958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/2006/07/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980513647592192309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17775683.post-115224550994339075</id><published>2006-07-06T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T23:11:49.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Time</title><content type='html'>Let me start by stating the obvious. Summer is GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first summer "off" that I've had in the last four years. When I was the technology facilitator, I worked year round. So this summer I have not had to work all summer. Instead I have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Taken (or in the process of taking) 12 summer school hours (two for two on A's so far...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Watched my son eschew crawling and begin walking at 11 and 1/2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Watched Jill continue to juggle a home, two jobs and raising two boys (all while being pregnant).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Managed to sneak away to Lubbock for a few days of rest and relaxation that made me much more tired than when I left to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Got to spend some quality time with nieces and nephews that are growing up WAY too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Got to play some golf with my brother. We aren't any good but we sure have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Got to eat most of my favorites that my mom cooked for me. Added a new favorite, my sisters homemade salsa...TASTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Jill and I will go to Arlington Friday to watch my beloved Rangers (I'm still in Maverick induced shock and withdrawal). The Ballpark in Arlington (I refuse to all it Ameriquest Field, no matter how much they paid for the naming rights) is my all time favorite sporting venue. We are celebrating Jill's passing her LPC test and my survival of my first full year of campus administration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Trying to get plans set for my brother's family and my sister's brood to trek south and stay with us a while. Hopefully we can all survive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I may have to go back to work to get some rest.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17775683-115224550994339075?l=chrisborland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/feeds/115224550994339075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17775683&amp;postID=115224550994339075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/115224550994339075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/115224550994339075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/2006/07/summer-time.html' title='Summer Time'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980513647592192309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17775683.post-114962750444860518</id><published>2006-06-06T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T15:59:48.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Vacation?</title><content type='html'>I am officially too busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is out (hum your Alice Cooper here..) and yet I'm still working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids aren't in school, yet I am. (a total of 12 graduate hours in the next two months)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill has been studying feverishly for her LPC exam and she's not in school either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work plus grad school equals not enough time with Jill and Zeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light at the end of the tunnel is that at the conclusion of this madcap summer I will lack only my comprehensive exams and an internship class to graduate. I should be able to graduate in December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just hoping that the light at the the end of the tunnel isn't a freight train coming the other way....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17775683-114962750444860518?l=chrisborland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/feeds/114962750444860518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17775683&amp;postID=114962750444860518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/114962750444860518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/114962750444860518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/2006/06/summer-vacation.html' title='Summer Vacation?'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980513647592192309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17775683.post-114835949934617938</id><published>2006-05-22T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T23:47:02.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mavs Win, Mavs Win</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2007/1721/1600/DAL_435.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2007/1721/200/DAL_435.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a Mavericks fan when being a Mavericks fan wasn't cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I (at one point and not for long) was extremely excited about the acquisition of freakin' Shawn Bradley. And the Mavs Lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched and cheered as Jason Kidd, Jamal Mashburn, and Jim Jackson all came, went and played better elsewhere (Kidd will be a hall of famer someday...) and they lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched and cheered for such hall of shame coaches as McLeod and freakin' Quinn Buckner. And they lost (badly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I endured Steve Nash's first injury plagued season and thought, Man he might be good someday. And they started to win. (some)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always cheered for Michael Finley. He's a class act that carried the Mavericks franchise for years until Dirk developed into a one man Blitzkrieg. (sorry for the obligatory German reference...) It's a shame that a (kind of) joke by Dirk got him booed in Dallas. He deserved better. (Glad he lost since he plays for the other team, but he deserved better.) And they won some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember watching Dirk in his first season and thinking, what a goofy dorky player. (He's grown on me some.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then watched and cheered the Big Three as they lit up the league and outscored almost everyone. I cheered and smiled when they scored. I winced and cried as they gave up layup after layup and were labeled "soft". They won, but they couldn't win the big game. They always started throwing up jumpers and threes and acting like the rim was radioactive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen a Mavericks team (granted I didn't watch the Aguirre, Blackmon, Harper and Tarpley Mavs much except for the playoff run of '88) with this type of guts and gumption. They actually have a mean streak. (Not a Detroit, Laimbeer punch you in the face tough...more like a sneaky punch you in the nads tough...but tough nonetheless). I love the Mavs and have for years, but this game tonight is a game that in years past, they would always find a way to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wasn't for the championship, but it sure felt like it. This was the most fun I've had watching pro basketball in years. Every game (except game 2) felt like a NCAA tourney game. Heartbreak and elation...all wrapped up in this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Gana Diop and Eric Dampier = finally putting the ghost of Roy Tarpley to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of this posting (I'm exhausted) looks like the Suns in the Western Conf finals. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how that will turn out. You know there is no D in Phoenix.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17775683-114835949934617938?l=chrisborland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/feeds/114835949934617938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17775683&amp;postID=114835949934617938' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/114835949934617938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/114835949934617938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/2006/05/mavs-win-mavs-win.html' title='Mavs Win, Mavs Win'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980513647592192309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17775683.post-114740039432981344</id><published>2006-05-11T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T21:19:56.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Keeps on a Changin'</title><content type='html'>Latest updates from the Borland Household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's a boy! Yes our newest addition will be a male. No we have not decided on any names yet other than ruling out Zachary. (We have both taught too many Zachs that drove us nuts.) Everything seems to be just fine with the baby and mom. Dad evidently has already begun gaining weight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Zeke is motoring on towards becoming a year old. He's just shy of 10 months and weighs right at 22 pounds. New pics will be posted on the family website (&lt;a href="http://www.theborlands.net"&gt;www.theborlands.net&lt;/a&gt;) sometime this weekend. He is the master of the commando crawl (on the belly, not sans diaper...) and is pulling himself up on anything close enough (and stable enough) to grab. He wants to walk, but has the balance of a drunk on a ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have a two week break from grad school before summer session starts. I did manage to pull an A in my leadership class this past semester. Whoo-hoo! Afraid that the 4.0 is in serious danger with the class load I will be attempting this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Jill is studying in earnest for her LPC test. She is planning to take it in mid June. She's not a test taker and as such is EXTREMELY stressed about this test. Please keep her on your prayer lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Just two weeks of school left to complete my first year as an assistant principal. Woof. The learning curve has been unbelievably steep but I can definitely see the light at the end of the tunnel (and for the first time this year, I don't think it's a freight train coming the other way...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My campus has kicked off it's Academically Unacceptable label! We are classified as Academically Acceptable for the coming year and with just minor adjustments and another year of hard work like this one, we should be able to move on to Recognized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My swing is just horrible. Got to play in a charity tournament and had a blast, but played like hammered poo. (I did get the day off work though. A bad day golfing will always beat a good day at the office...) I'm hoping to get on the links a bit more this summer, but with Zeke and school...well, I guess we'll just have to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be posting some other items as I have a bit more time to think and write. Hope all is well and talk to you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17775683-114740039432981344?l=chrisborland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/feeds/114740039432981344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17775683&amp;postID=114740039432981344' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/114740039432981344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/114740039432981344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/2006/05/life-keeps-on-changin.html' title='Life Keeps on a Changin&apos;'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980513647592192309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17775683.post-114471560382745685</id><published>2006-04-10T19:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T19:33:23.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting for the Sake of Posting</title><content type='html'>I consistently learn more about myself as I try to share selected tidbits of my life with those of you checking in from time to time. So here are a few insights I've come across in the last few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm much more family oriented that I thought previously. I sincerely enjoy an evening with the wife and child hanging around the house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I still love my motorcycle, but for the first time in years, I've about decided that I don't need it anymore. (We still will not sell Jill's, so Mimi and Grammy don't get your hopes up...) Since I've yet to come up with a legal way to connect Zeke's car seat to the back of my bike, (I looked it up and bungee cords aren't exactly up to code...) and I pick him up routinely from daycare, riding to work isn't the draw that it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm reasonably political, but not very vocal about it. I suppose that someday I'll develop a more strident voice about my opinions, but now is not that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Family life has replaced the theatre as my creative outlet...I still love the theatre and enjoy dedicating time to projects (just ask Jill about the hours I'm putting in on the Fiddler set...), but at this point in my life I can pick and choose projects as opposed to doing every show that comes along as I used to. I really miss being on stage, but being Dad is the role of a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm becoming increasingly tacky to people that I feel were "tacky to me first". I used to be much better at letting things roll off my back. I'm developing an extremely smart mouth. I'm working on curbing the habit...any help would be appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I miss golf. I used to play a lot. I rarely play now. I was hoping to play a lot this summer. 4 summer school courses have ended that dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My former laziness is biting me in the kiester currently. I took several semesters of graduate school "easy". By easy I mean taking only one class at a time because I was "busy." So now in order to finish my degree by December, I'm choosing to double up in each summer session. Two classes in the first session, two in the second, with my internship and comprehensive exams coming in the fall. It's going to be extremely tough, but I need to be done with this masters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I don't have time to update the blog and the website consistently....it's one or the other....I'll keep working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm not doing a good job of prioritizing...more on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17775683-114471560382745685?l=chrisborland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/feeds/114471560382745685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17775683&amp;postID=114471560382745685' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/114471560382745685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/114471560382745685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/2006/04/posting-for-sake-of-posting.html' title='Posting for the Sake of Posting'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980513647592192309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17775683.post-114368864709292606</id><published>2006-03-29T21:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T21:17:27.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Significance of Milestones</title><content type='html'>Every day I'm reminded a bit more of how precious life is and how lucky I am to be surrounded by the friends and family that I've been blessed with. A great wife and a fantastic kid (mellow to the max) allow me to "do my thing." My parents and my brother and sister goaded me to work hard, but never let me forget to have some fun along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to take the time to say thank you to all those that have helped me be me. My family and friends are fantastic and I love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17775683-114368864709292606?l=chrisborland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/feeds/114368864709292606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17775683&amp;postID=114368864709292606' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/114368864709292606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/114368864709292606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/2006/03/significance-of-milestones.html' title='Significance of Milestones'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980513647592192309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17775683.post-114351249067161852</id><published>2006-03-27T19:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T20:23:36.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts for Comment</title><content type='html'>Haven't posted in a while (my apologies). Have several things to talk about, but not one large enough to dedicate the entire space to. So here are some random items for general discussion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 9 weeks until summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Is the George Mason run through the NCAA B-Ball Tournament one of the greatest upsets of all time? (Not just the UConn game which is impressive, but not on parr with Villanova vs. Georgetown or NC State vs. Phi Slamma Jamma.) The entire run has been super impressive. I'm hopeful that this will start the end of the term "Mid-major Conference."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Had to (got the opportunity) to preach again Sunday. Scott was sick so I got the call. Didn't do badly, but two hours is definitely not enough time for me to prepare something coherent. Was much more confident about the process, but still know that it's not my profession in waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Grad school is clicking along. Couple of major projects left. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now!&lt;br /&gt;Chris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17775683-114351249067161852?l=chrisborland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/feeds/114351249067161852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17775683&amp;postID=114351249067161852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/114351249067161852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/114351249067161852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/2006/03/random-thoughts-for-comment.html' title='Random Thoughts for Comment'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980513647592192309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17775683.post-114204507944545200</id><published>2006-03-10T20:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T20:46:11.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Table for FOUR Please</title><content type='html'>I've spent considerable time in this space discussing my wife, child and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've posted pictures of my son and parents and even admitted my shortcomings as a father to Zeke and a husband to Jill. Overall, I feel that Jill and I work well as a team in this parenthood marathon. We know we are blessed in that Zeke is a mellow child that is healthy, happy, (and for now) very well adjusted. We know that the odds of another kid that is this easy to take care of is a million to one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll, we are rolling the dice again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official, we are pregnant again. (Well, Jill is pregnant, but I helped...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the next Baby Borland arrives, Zeke and his sibling will be approximately 15 months apart. (That's a year and 3 months for those of you in Rio Linda.) Close enough together that we should be able to singlehandedly keep the Pampers Corperation afloat for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll have to wait and see how it all plays out. Prayers are appreciated. Jill is planning to provide us both with counseling as time goes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we are hoping for a girl. No, there are no immediate plans to try again if I managed to provide two Y chromosomes in a row...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we are working on names. No, there are no definite choices yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes , we are excited. No, Jill is not making it through this without massive bouts of nausea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I'm glad I'm a boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17775683-114204507944545200?l=chrisborland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/feeds/114204507944545200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17775683&amp;postID=114204507944545200' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/114204507944545200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/114204507944545200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/2006/03/table-for-four-please.html' title='Table for FOUR Please'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980513647592192309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17775683.post-114160090265138006</id><published>2006-03-05T17:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T17:24:00.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Being the Best at Something</title><content type='html'>I spend a lot of time watching sports. It's a flaw I freely admit and adamantly refuse to do anything about (as long as it doesn't interfere with life in general).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I spend a good deal of time watching men and women who are considered to be the best in their profession. Basketball players, golfers, tennis players are all individuals who spend their lifetimes attempting to be the very best at what they do. Pages in magazines and hours on television are dedicated to the stories of how they struggled to become what they are today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm long past seriously dreaming of becoming a professional athlete (though I've not totally given up on the Champions Tour just yet...I've got about 20 years or so left to learn how to hit a 4 iron...). I've even tempered my daydreams of being discovered on the Waco Civic Theatre stage. I know that I'll never gain world wide notoriety as a teacher and principal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that means just one thing. I'm going to have to become a world class Dad and Husband. Jill and Zeke deserve at least that much. If I was once willing to make sacrifices to play a sport, surely I can do the same to support my wife and prepare my child for his future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. I may never recover my formerly flat abdominal region (though some progress in that area would be welcome...), I may never be better than a low 90's golfer (I'd love to break 80 some day...), I'll never come close to dunking a basketball (unless Mitch drops the goal back down to 9 feet in the FAC and I have a REALLY good day), so I'm dedicating myself to one of the most extreme sports of all. Raising a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can hang with Tiger...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17775683-114160090265138006?l=chrisborland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/feeds/114160090265138006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17775683&amp;postID=114160090265138006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/114160090265138006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/114160090265138006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/2006/03/being-best-at-something.html' title='Being the Best at Something'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980513647592192309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17775683.post-114109449924554622</id><published>2006-02-27T20:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T20:41:39.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Milestones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2007/1721/1600/P2210044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2007/1721/320/P2210044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not always been kind to others that spend time bragging on thier children. I love kids, but I'm not always as fond of their parents. I've always thought that I had better things to do than to sit and listen about first rolls, first crawls, first steps and first poops in the potty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just because I have my own son to brag about now (more on him later...), but because I look a little closer at all little ones now. I know that kids need reinforcement, but I am now convinced that parents need that reinforcement even more. Raising kids is a huge responsibility (I know, news flash...) so parents are estatic when those milestones happen because it means, "&lt;strong&gt;We didn't mess the kid up!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, Zeke has (finally) sprouted his first tooth. No fever, but he has been a bit fussy for him. (That means he actually kind of whined a little...man we're blessed with a mellow kid.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have a tooth. Now we will start working on crawling...Not sure why I'm in a rush for that one to happen, the house isn't Zeke-proofed yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17775683-114109449924554622?l=chrisborland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/feeds/114109449924554622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17775683&amp;postID=114109449924554622' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/114109449924554622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/114109449924554622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/2006/02/baby-milestones.html' title='Baby Milestones'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980513647592192309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17775683.post-114091146810079501</id><published>2006-02-25T17:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T17:51:08.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Information Superhighway</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This internet thing is cool.  I know that "you can find anything on the internet", but the sheer magnitude of it's reach is astounding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This blog is example #1.  I've had lots of different people read this blog.  Some comment publicly, others send email, but nevertheless I do get some feedback. (Thank you for that, by the way.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The most intriguing thing to come about from this blog is the ability of long lost friends to track me down.  Not that I'm trying to hide, but the passage of years effectively covers your tracks to some extent.  My family (and some of my friends) have long ridiculed me becuase of the number of people that I know.  It's a blessing and a curse.  I do know lots of people, but I do have difficulty keeping up with all of them.  Not that I don't love them all, I just don't have time (and I'm lazy).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All of this to say, keep the comments and emails coming.  I'm getting better at staying in touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17775683-114091146810079501?l=chrisborland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/feeds/114091146810079501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17775683&amp;postID=114091146810079501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/114091146810079501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/114091146810079501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/2006/02/information-superhighway.html' title='The Information Superhighway'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980513647592192309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17775683.post-113968194004874389</id><published>2006-02-11T11:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T12:20:36.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Bowl  and its Commercials</title><content type='html'>Realize that this is a bit behind, but I've had ample time to reflect on the game and it's commercials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really enjoy the game (although I was rooting for the Steelers {but only because Terry Bradshaw no longer plays for them}) so I was hoping that other aspects of the experience would help. Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't even enjoy the National Anthem, which is usually a high point for me. Question for all and the NFL especially. Why wouldn't you (since the game is based in &lt;strong&gt;MOTOWN&lt;/strong&gt; for Pete's sake) not have a half-time show based on AMERICAN music presented by AMERICAN musicians since the Super Bowl is supposed to be the QUINTESSENTIAL AMERICAN EVENT? Throwing Aaron Neville and the Queen of Soul half of the Anthem each was a slap in the face. I was sorely disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having to watch Mick, Ron, Charlie, and Keith was even worse. In a sports league where players at 35 are considered to have lost a step and are no longer considered viable why would you hire a British band that has an average age of 307? It's not that I don't' appreciate the Stone's contributions to the music scene, it's just that I felt it was out of place. To be succinct, I didn't receive any satisfaction from the performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't happy with the commercials either. No real buzz generators this year. The Ameriquest commercials were funny, but that enjoyment is tempered by the fact that they ruined the one of my most favorite sporting venues' name. The Ballpark in Arlington will ever be so for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the commercials I enjoyed most were based on a female getting slam tackled and a cellphone being used as "crime deterrent", then I'm going to say I was definitely disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily Jill and I were blessed with good friends and family that we could share the experience with, because left on it's own, I'd rather be watching the Mavericks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17775683-113968194004874389?l=chrisborland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/feeds/113968194004874389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17775683&amp;postID=113968194004874389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/113968194004874389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/113968194004874389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/2006/02/super-bowl-and-its-commercials.html' title='Super Bowl  and its Commercials'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980513647592192309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17775683.post-113798450100054347</id><published>2006-01-22T20:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T21:06:21.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming Your Parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2007/1721/1600/P1210036.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2007/1721/200/P1210036.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2007/1721/1600/P1210035.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2007/1721/200/P1210035.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I spent years of my young life promising that I would NEVER be anything like my parents. They were too mean, they weren't cool, they did things just to embarrass me...You know the drill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know when it happened, but I do know it did. My parents are cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witness the pictures above. My parents pretending to be FoxNews correspondents delivering news from the Western White House (Crawford, TX for those of you with liberal leanings...). This or any other feat of a funny nature was something I thought them incapable of in years past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've often told my father that I wish he had been this funny when I was younger. He simply replies, "I was, you weren't smart enough to appreciate it." Sad part is, I'm beginning to think he's right. As the old adage goes, the older I get, the smarter he gets. We have reached a point that we speak our own "funny" language comprised of his sayings and movie quotes from such classics as Blazing Saddles, Young Frankenstein, The Princess Bride, and Waterhole #3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tough love approach to parenting has definitely proven it's benefits. (The fact that I'm a semi-productive citizen and not in permanent residence in a 4 by 8 Huntsville apartment is proof enough.) With my experience in dealing with students of all types of backgrounds, I see it's benefits even more. As frustrated as I was with him growing up, I strive to match his example now. His work ethic is unmatched. His ingenuity second to none. His commitment to God, his family and his work I admire greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother has always been my confidant. I could whine to her about anything and almost everything. She never let me doubt that I was her favorite. (Still am by the way...) She works to be as great a mother in law as she is a mother. She's the greatest Mimi there has ever been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard many times, "I becoming my Mother (or my Father)." I simply pray I'm that lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17775683-113798450100054347?l=chrisborland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/feeds/113798450100054347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17775683&amp;postID=113798450100054347' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/113798450100054347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/113798450100054347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/2006/01/becoming-your-parents.html' title='Becoming Your Parents'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980513647592192309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17775683.post-113591670291427199</id><published>2005-12-29T22:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T22:42:44.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE my Wife.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2007/1721/1600/PC270282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2007/1721/200/PC270282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent a lot of years bragging about how if my wife would just make enough money, I'd stay at home and be Mr. Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not backing off that statement, but I am realizing how amazingly stupid I've been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing about being solely responsible for Zeke is easy. (And he is a fantastically easy baby to care for!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job Wednesday? Get him up, fed, dressed and delivered to Grammy's so I could run some errands with John (all by approximately 9:30am).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up? Good.&lt;br /&gt;Fed? Check.&lt;br /&gt;Dressed? Yep, and everything down to the pacifier holder matched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course this wouldn't be worth sharing if it went as planned. Approximately 7 seconds before we walked out the door, Zeke chose (I'm still not convinced it was an accident, no matter how many times he's apologized since) to spit up all over the front of his adorable outfit and various parts of the carseat. Zeke rarely spits up, (I know...we're lucky) although trips to Lubbock activate his allergies so that he does some really heavy duty (think the Exorcist) vomiting, so I know it was merely his way of challenging my parental authority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did one of the things I promised I would never do. I actually said, "Zeke, why would you do something like that?" Never mind he's only 5 months old, that would be a stupid question if he was 35 and had a PhD! So after getting over my considerable typical guy reaction. I stripped him down, cleaned the car seat, actually started the washer with the soiled outfit and various other baby gear, redressed the little guy (again in a matching outfit, go ME!) and started towards the door. Only to realize that in the process of cleaning him up, I got it all over me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that to say, I was about an hour late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill does this Monday through Friday and makes it to work on time. I couldn't even do it once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All hail Mrs. Mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17775683-113591670291427199?l=chrisborland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/feeds/113591670291427199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17775683&amp;postID=113591670291427199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/113591670291427199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/113591670291427199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-love-my-wife.html' title='I LOVE my Wife.'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980513647592192309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17775683.post-113514317838274049</id><published>2005-12-20T23:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T23:32:58.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Once a King or Queen...</title><content type='html'>Just saw &lt;em&gt;The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardobe&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must admit to being very excited about the movie, but nervous as well.  Beyond the fact that this is just too important a story to mess up from a Christian standpoint, this story holds several other connections for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  First true play that I ever performed.  Played the part of Mr. Tumnus in our high school one act play as a freshman (we went to state, placed third....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  First musical that I performed at the Waco Civic Theatre.  (Lots of great people, not much else...the show went on, and that about all I can say...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  First play that I ever directed (also at the Waco Civic Theatre).  Lots of great kids fun adults and overall a pretty strong show (even if I do say so myself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with all these memories and a good deal of trepidation, Jill and I attended a viewing Tuesday night to celebrate my survival as my first semester as an assistant principal and more importantly, Jill's birthday.  (Happy birthday, honey.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite simply, I was very impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very good.  Well done.  Not word for word, page for page literal, but very close to the original story.  The animals were fun without being funny and the battle scenes were very Lord of the Rings-like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun to watch with Jill as she was not as familiar with the story.  Watching her make the connections as the movie progressed was a joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So catch it if you can this holiday season.  See if you can drag along that friend that is on the fringe of seeing Jesus.  This movie may be able to do what you haven't been able to yet, or at least provide a great conversation starter.  Definite thumbs up from the Borland household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't worry Scott, the multi-part list is under construction.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17775683-113514317838274049?l=chrisborland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/feeds/113514317838274049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17775683&amp;postID=113514317838274049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/113514317838274049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/113514317838274049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/2005/12/once-king-or-queen.html' title='Once a King or Queen...'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980513647592192309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17775683.post-113470474268229879</id><published>2005-12-15T21:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T21:45:42.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Free at Last</title><content type='html'>Turned in my last two papers for my grad classes this semester.  Even still have an outside chance at maintaining my 4.0.  We will have to see how that plays out.  The important part is that I've survived the graduate school part of this semester and just have 2 1/2 days left of the work school portion.  Hooray for Christmas break!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17775683-113470474268229879?l=chrisborland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/feeds/113470474268229879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17775683&amp;postID=113470474268229879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/113470474268229879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/113470474268229879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/2005/12/free-at-last.html' title='Free at Last'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980513647592192309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17775683.post-113425550684792434</id><published>2005-12-10T14:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T16:58:28.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm rapidly becoming addicted to these lists.  Guess they are just too easy.  Here are my top holiday stresses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shopping.  I am not an intuitive, catch a clue shopper.  I need huge blaring hints.  (Barring those, I guess I could use Scott's castoff roaster for Tracy...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zeke being sick.  That is no fun.  He's better, but I worry more now than &lt;strong&gt;before&lt;/strong&gt; he was sick.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christmas decorations.  I'm not good at them.  I'm in dire need of Santa Eye for the Christmas Challenged Guy...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Texas playing for a national championship.  Now I'm forced to root for a team I despise simply because they are from my home state and I despise USC even more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kids with spring fever in December.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Money, or more precisely the lack thereof.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Dallas Cowboys.  I haven't been this frustrated in a season since Gary Hogeboom started at QB.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tookie Williams.  I'm all about redemption and turning a life around.  Just not sure I want to support him (if I was a CA taxpayer) for the remainder of his days (however short they may be.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grad school.  Just one more paper to write for this semester...(Actually I should be writing that paper instead of doing this...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Families that don't treat each other as such.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17775683-113425550684792434?l=chrisborland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/feeds/113425550684792434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17775683&amp;postID=113425550684792434' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/113425550684792434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/113425550684792434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/2005/12/holiday-stress.html' title='Holiday Stress'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980513647592192309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17775683.post-113263260838466385</id><published>2005-11-21T21:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T22:12:42.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'm Thankful For</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've tried to shy away from random lists, but this one is just too easy to put together and to important not to post. Please keep in mind that this is very much a stream of consciousness list. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;What I'm Thankful For&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My fantastically happy and extremely healthy son Ezekiel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My fantastically patient, beautiful, and spunky wife Jill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My loving family. Mom and Dad, I wouldn't be here (obviously) without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My brother and sister. You two are the best. Thanks for all the parenting tips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My In-Laws. Nobody could ask for better. Nobody. John, Joyce, Julie and Randy, you all Rock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;ESPN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Dr. Sharon Shields. Thanks for taking a chance on a scrawny science teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;La Vega ISD - the best kept secret in the Waco area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Northside Church of Christ - my home away from home and the only thing that kept me in Waco until I rediscovered Jill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The Abrahams family. My family away from home. Lonnie, Mary, Wes and Bob, I miss you guys. I'm a schmuck for not visiting more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Email&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The internet in general.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My Mom taking me (and my siblings) to the library every summer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My Dad for instilling in me a good work ethic (much against my will, I might add).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My brown Toyota pickup (I'm sure it's still running up and down the highway SOMEWHERE.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My students at school. They drive me crazy, but I'm always up on the latest slang and fads...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Cartoon Network&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Scott Freeman - this blog is his fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The Dallas Cowboys - not because they win or lose, but because I remember how much fun it was to watch the games with my uncles at my Granma's in the good old days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Every single individual who currently or ever has donned the uniform of the United States Military. I feel safer knowing there are dedicated individuals looking out for me. I want them on that wall. I NEED them on that wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;That I have a list that's longer than 20 entries, and the knowledge that I could list blessings forever and still need more room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;That I"m my Mom's "Favorite". (except for when Lance is the favorite or when Whitney is...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;That if I ever need advice on anything (no really...anything). My Dad is imminently qualified to give it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;That I'm finally smart enough to realize how smart my Dad is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;That I'm finally smart enough to realize how funny my Dad is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;That I'm finally smart enough to realize that I needed every spanking I ever got, plus roughly 5000 more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;That Jill and I agree that Zeke may need several hundred himself before it's done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Jill likes motorcycles too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Jill likes golf too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Jill lets me indulge in the previous two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Jill lets me win at 29.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;If we ride together, Jill lets me drive (#28).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can now see the appeal of these lists. Hopefully I'll be able to restrain myself and save them for important occasions. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm trying to work up a rant over something reasonably important...maybe about how it's wrong to start Christmas until about December 12th....we'll see.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17775683-113263260838466385?l=chrisborland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/feeds/113263260838466385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17775683&amp;postID=113263260838466385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/113263260838466385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/113263260838466385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-im-thankful-for.html' title='What I&apos;m Thankful For'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980513647592192309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17775683.post-113176676976732236</id><published>2005-11-11T21:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T21:39:29.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Loner</title><content type='html'>I like people. I like to sit and talk, I like to people watch, I like to read about other people and how they live their lives. On my report card, it was often noted "works well with others."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So explain to me why I hate group projects so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've yet to be in a group that I didn't really like all the members. I've not been let down by a group member not pulling their weight (although a few members had to have some "encouragement"). I've not failed a project, as a matter of fact we usually score pretty well. But all of that doesn't change the fact that group projects stress me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, seems that I'm discovering that I'm a bit more type A personality that I ever wanted to admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17775683-113176676976732236?l=chrisborland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/feeds/113176676976732236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17775683&amp;postID=113176676976732236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/113176676976732236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/113176676976732236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/2005/11/being-loner.html' title='Being a Loner'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980513647592192309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17775683.post-113133487827854652</id><published>2005-11-06T21:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T21:43:47.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing Hallelujah...</title><content type='html'>I like to sing (a, about the moona and the juna and springa....).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not fantastic, but I can carry a tune. I've even been assigned the title of worship leader at my church. I lead singing during our three worships each week with some other gentlemen that spell me from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy. I spent years sitting in the pew making snide comments about how each song was too slow, too fast, too low, too high, or just one that I didn't like. Singing from your heart is much easier in the relative anonymity of the congregation. It's amazing how much easier it is to be sharp or flat with a microphone in front of you. I have a much better understanding what it means to "lead singing." The singing isn't the issue, it's the leading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone leads a little differently, (some more differently that others granted) but the key for me is to keep going no matter what...I've only had a few MAJOR train wrecks, and even those weren't as bad as I perceived them to be. There have been songs that I've led (and continue to lead) that strictly subscribe to the Joyful Noise theory. There have been songs that I've led that left me with goose bumps (in a good way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this to say the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I apologize to all those I've criticized (fairly or unfairly) in the past. I now know how hard you work and realize the collective guts it takes to do it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I apologize for all the songs that I've "murdered" in the last 6 months. Either it was purely accidental, or I just thought I knew it better than I did.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I apologize for not singing your favorite song often enough, or for singing the song you hate more often than you can take.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I apologize for singing new songs if you like the old and vice versa.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I apologize for being too intent when I watch someone else lead, I'm just trying to learn...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I apologize for getting caught up in singing instead of praising God.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is clearly a work in progress. I spend part of each day trying to learn something new or polish something I should already know. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I appreciate all those who support me with voices and pats on the back, it keeps me singing as I go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chris&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17775683-113133487827854652?l=chrisborland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/feeds/113133487827854652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17775683&amp;postID=113133487827854652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/113133487827854652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/113133487827854652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/2005/11/sing-hallelujah.html' title='Sing Hallelujah...'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980513647592192309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17775683.post-113073008311766241</id><published>2005-10-30T21:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T21:42:59.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Halloweenie</title><content type='html'>Must confess to Halloween being pretty far down my list of "favorite holidays." Given the time to think it through, I would have to rank it somewhere between Presidents day and "Take your dog to work day".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No watershed moment created this aversion to Halloween. I think I even enjoyed it for the most part when I was a kid. Maybe that's the difference, perhaps it's this whole grown up perspective that has me looking askance at fright night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the extra 35 pounds I'm carrying that is making me hate candy. (Nope just had a few pieces left over from the Fall Festival, I still like candy...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it falls into the Valentines/Christmas/Mother's Day, etc. trap of over commercialization. (Yep it does, but I don't hate Valentines or Mothers Day, so this doesn't fit either.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the whole unknown thing of trusting strangers to give my child (or anyone else's for that matter) untainted treats. (nah, as long as everything is prewrapped, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just a sissy and hate scary movies. (well...I am a sissy when it comes to scary movies, but that's no cause to hate the entire holiday.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lot's of maybe's and no definitely's so I guess I just have to wait another year to find out. Perhaps my perspective will change a bit as Zeke gets older and wants to dress up and visit door to door with a bag of candy in one hand and a roll of toilet paper in the other, who knows......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17775683-113073008311766241?l=chrisborland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/feeds/113073008311766241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17775683&amp;postID=113073008311766241' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/113073008311766241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/113073008311766241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/2005/10/being-halloweenie.html' title='Being a Halloweenie'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980513647592192309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17775683.post-113045234885840720</id><published>2005-10-27T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T17:35:44.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to School vs. Working at School</title><content type='html'>I've always loved going to school. So many talk of hating aspects of their educational career, but that's not me. I loved it. Reading, writing, math (though it took many dedicated individuals to get me through...) were all great. History was even better, science the best. On top of that, there were so many other things to do! Running, jumping, talking, flirting, hitting, yelling, riding the bus...It was great. UIL activities, athletics, hanging out in the parking lot...can't beat it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved college. SPC, LCU weren't just initials, they were places where I loved to be. Again, the academics were great and I learned a lot, but it was the connection, the fun that made it worthwhile. I had great friends in my academic career (have lost contact with most, but it was fun while it lasted....don't cry, we'll always have Levelland.....) and that made going to school fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also now spent the last 10 years of my life working at school. It's an entirely different experience. Skipping school was trouble (if you got caught), but hardly anything &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; serious. Skipping work gets you fired. Not doing your homework when you go to school get you a slap on the wrist and a zero. Not doing your homework when it's work, get's you behind, bad evaluations, and eventually fired. It's not the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I still love going to work. I love the new challenges that each day brings. I love having to stand in the cafeteria 1 1/2 hours a day watching kids eat with the eloquence and grace of so many swine. I like hearing what kids like and don't like about school. It's just good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So somebody explain to me why I am having such a hard time being motivated in my current act of going to school? My pursuit of my masters degree is &lt;strong&gt;KILLING ME. &lt;/strong&gt;I love to learn, I love to read, so why is this semester so hard? The easy answer is the junior executive. He's much more fun than reaction papers and article reviews, but I'm not sure that I can pin this one on him (yet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the isolation of masters work. I know people in my class, but I don't hang out with them. We work in groups, but we communicate by email. Not so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the pressure of continuing to do well. If I could just relax my A type personality long enough to quit worrying about that elusive "4 point", maybe I could settle down and enjoy the ride. Maybe I'm just too competitive. Can't do much without wanting to be good at it. (still trying to reconcile that part of me with my desire to continue playing golf though...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I head to class tonight with a heavy heart, but a finished paper. Perhaps I'll get a good enough grade that I'll not have to rewrite it. Maybe I'll get motivated and get to work on my group project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll go home and hang out with Zeke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17775683-113045234885840720?l=chrisborland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/feeds/113045234885840720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17775683&amp;postID=113045234885840720' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/113045234885840720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/113045234885840720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/2005/10/going-to-school-vs-working-at-school.html' title='Going to School vs. Working at School'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980513647592192309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17775683.post-113020724907848024</id><published>2005-10-24T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T21:27:29.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Something New</title><content type='html'>Time flies. Am I the only one that feels like I step through a worm hole on a daily basis. I wake up, go to work, blink twice, come home, bathe the little one, work on my homework for my classes, kiss my sleeping wife, close my eyes for approximately 15 seconds and the process begins again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeks of my life are flying by faster than I can lose a game in fantasy football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I look up there is somewhere else to be or something else to do. Granted, many are by my choice, but there is little time that isn't occupied by "something".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for suggestions for TV watching, but I don't know it will do much good since I don't have time to even set my DVR for later viewing. My problem is there isn't much "later."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else having this problem? Suggestions for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17775683-113020724907848024?l=chrisborland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/feeds/113020724907848024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17775683&amp;postID=113020724907848024' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/113020724907848024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/113020724907848024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/2005/10/always-something-new.html' title='Always Something New'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980513647592192309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17775683.post-112951098135175915</id><published>2005-10-16T18:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T20:03:01.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Opposite of the Baby Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2007/1721/1600/DSCN0243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2007/1721/200/DSCN0243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of my evident bias, predjudice, and generally being partial...Our baby is cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;too&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;wrong here, I think all kids are cute. It's just that some are cuter than others and I've decided that my son fits into the not having been beaten with the ugly stick category. I have darling nieces and nephews, I have friends that have cute babies, I see cuteness each time I watch TV, but my son takes the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's because he's mine (and Jill's too, I know...). Perhaps it's that little half smile that reminds me of me. Perhaps it's because he got most of his looks from his mama (and Lord knows that's a good thing.) Anyway you slice it, he's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even more fun to watch than TV!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17775683-112951098135175915?l=chrisborland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/feeds/112951098135175915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17775683&amp;postID=112951098135175915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/112951098135175915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/112951098135175915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/2005/10/opposite-of-baby-blues.html' title='Opposite of the Baby Blues'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980513647592192309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17775683.post-112917015585995427</id><published>2005-10-12T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T21:22:35.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Search for Something Watchable</title><content type='html'>Ok. I have reached the point where I'm sincerely asking for help. (Not promising to take your advice by any means, but I am asking.) I am officially lost in TV Land. Not the network mind you but the entire TV watching experience. My rut is so deep it resembles a rather large hole in the ground in Arizona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been guilty of being a sports fanatic. For years my mantra has been, "If it sweats and wears a number, I'll watch it." Pretty much all I watch any more are sports. Even the "quasi" sports...billiards, poker, soccer, Baylor Football...can hold my interest for a time. I do love sports, but I need something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need something, or somethings to become addicted to like the rest of the TV watching world. Unfortunately, my tastes for the most part run counter to the flavor of the month TV viewing public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like reality shows because most are so contrived that they skip the reality concept for me. (Although I think an actual reality show based on the Geico "Tiny House" commercial could be GOLD!) I'm not bashing them, because I know some people live their lives according to Survivor, Big Brother, etc. I'm simply saying that I like my TV a little less real and not quite as insulting to my intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not into young adult drama either. I must confess to already threatening Zeke with no TV at all if I catch him trying to watch the OC. So that, Everwood, Gilmore Girls, etc is pretty much out. As a matter of fact, I'm pretty much ruling out anything on the WB and EVERYTHING on UPN, just on principle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dramas are ok as are comedies. I actually sat through an entire episode of "Rodney" the other night. Had a hard time hearing Mr. Carrington's dialogue over me incessantly humming "Don't Look Now Your Mama's Got Her Boobs Out", so that may not be an option either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike my parents, I cannot constantly watch FoxNews. Just in case you were wondering, C-SPAN and C-SPAN2 (why?) are out as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So help me out. Find me something good to watch. Night and time are not a problem, that's why God allowed the invention of DVR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17775683-112917015585995427?l=chrisborland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/feeds/112917015585995427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17775683&amp;postID=112917015585995427' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/112917015585995427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/112917015585995427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/2005/10/search-for-something-watchable.html' title='Search for Something Watchable'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980513647592192309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17775683.post-112914296468560934</id><published>2005-10-12T15:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T13:52:50.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post</title><content type='html'>Wow. Once more into the breach my friends. Yet another technology tool for me to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some not so subtle prodding by my friend Scott (&lt;a href="http://scottfreeman.typepad.com/"&gt;http://scottfreeman.typepad.com/&lt;/a&gt;) reading his wife Tracy's (&lt;a href="http://tracyfreeman.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://tracyfreeman.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;), and a brief workshop on it's use in the classroom, I have joined the blogging world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will definitely be a work in progress. I can only promise my opinions and only when Zeke allows me the time to work on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not at all eloquent, but I do have some strong opinions on some subjects. Hopefully we can start some interesting discussions. Feel free to comment early and often, but please, be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget the family page (&lt;a href="http://www.theborlands.net"&gt;www.theborlands.net&lt;/a&gt;). They will stay reasonably separate as the family site is just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with that said, on we go. More postings as ideas warrant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17775683-112914296468560934?l=chrisborland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/feeds/112914296468560934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17775683&amp;postID=112914296468560934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/112914296468560934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17775683/posts/default/112914296468560934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisborland.blogspot.com/2005/10/first-post.html' title='First Post'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980513647592192309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
