<?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-5062198393762335557</id><updated>2011-07-29T02:23:01.675-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SB to the 5th</title><subtitle type='html'>I wanted to have a place to write down the things that go through my head.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>234</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-8120276165871143831</id><published>2009-09-03T08:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T08:27:08.878-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Last Blog Post</title><content type='html'>Today is my 234th and final post to my blog, Sbtothe5th. It is with a degree of sadness that I am resigning from the ranks of "blogger". I have had a great deal of fun with this blog and it has taught me a lot about expressing myself in words. In fact, this blog has lead me to my current project of working for &lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/x-17606-Cincinnati-Road-Trip-Travel-Examiner"&gt;Examiner.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say thanks to all the wonderful readers of my blog. It was great to know that I had a small part of your day each time you read my blog. I hope that I either made you think or made you laugh. That was my intent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the constraints on my time and creativity, I have not been able to devote as much time as I would like to be able to maintain this blog to my standards. I don't want to be the person that makes posts of no value or that only blogs every month or so. So with that, I have decided to stop blogging. I will leave the blogging to the real bloggers like Rob at &lt;a href="http://www.robshep.com/"&gt;Robshep.com&lt;/a&gt; and Teresa at &lt;a href="http://www.continuingthejourney.blogspot.com/"&gt;Continuingthejourney.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. If you have never checked out their blogs you should. They are great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I want to say thanks for reading my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-8120276165871143831?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/8120276165871143831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=8120276165871143831' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/8120276165871143831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/8120276165871143831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-last-blog-post.html' title='My Last Blog Post'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-8247282088815608058</id><published>2009-09-02T08:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T08:01:00.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountain Dew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SZHv2IZGnPI/AAAAAAAAAHI/_T8HekeDnyI/s1600-h/Mountain_dewLogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301281949636533490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SZHv2IZGnPI/AAAAAAAAAHI/_T8HekeDnyI/s200/Mountain_dewLogo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Is there any drink better then Mountain Dew? The answer is no. When I was younger, my mom used to try to substitute Mello-Yello for Mountain Dew, but it isn't even close to the wonderfulness that is Mountain Dew. Mountain Dew is the single greatest beverage invention of our life time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on tomorrow's date, September 3, in 1964 that Pepsico first started to distribute this amazing drink. It is the 4th highest selling soft drink in the world behind Coca-cola classic, Pepsi Cola, and Diet Coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with tomorrow being this historic anniversary, let me be the first to say thank you to all the people that had a hand in bringing about the greatest soda of all time, Mountain Dew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-8247282088815608058?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/8247282088815608058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=8247282088815608058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/8247282088815608058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/8247282088815608058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/09/mountain-dew.html' title='Mountain Dew'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SZHv2IZGnPI/AAAAAAAAAHI/_T8HekeDnyI/s72-c/Mountain_dewLogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-8026569298166941122</id><published>2009-09-01T08:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T08:03:00.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Tacos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Spv0VgV-CZI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Yg5YKq961nc/s1600-h/taco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376159230493329810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Spv0VgV-CZI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Yg5YKq961nc/s200/taco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some people like to eat cold, fried chicken. Others enjoy eating cold pizza. For me, there is no food, normally served hot, that tastes better cold then cold tacos, specifically cold Taco Bell tacos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first discovered this treat after a youth sleep over. We had ordered tons of tacos (that was when they were $.39 each) and had lots of left overs. So, for breakfast, we ate cold tacos. They were great. The shell transforms from crispy to soggy. The meat, cheese, and lettuce form into this big tasty glob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a cold taco does not sound too delicious, but trust me, it is. You should give it a try the next time you have a taco or two left over. You will be glad you did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-8026569298166941122?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/8026569298166941122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=8026569298166941122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/8026569298166941122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/8026569298166941122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/09/cold-tacos.html' title='Cold Tacos'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Spv0VgV-CZI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Yg5YKq961nc/s72-c/taco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-6250178113442830798</id><published>2009-08-31T07:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T07:54:00.451-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom!</title><content type='html'>Today is my mom's birthday. My mom is a wonderful mom, and for the past 3+ years has been a wonderful grandma. For the most part, my mom exhibits the same great characteristics as a grandma as she has always shown as a mom. She is caring, kind, and loving. There is only one glaring difference between my mom and my mom as a grandma. That difference is candy. Now, every time we see her, she has candy for the boys. When I was growing up, I don't remember my mom caring around m&amp;amp;m's in her purse. My boys love that she always has some sweet treat for them. So I guess the only difference between being a mom and a grandma is candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, I love you. I am so happy that you are a part of my boys lives. We all hope you have a wonderful day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-6250178113442830798?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/6250178113442830798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=6250178113442830798' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/6250178113442830798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/6250178113442830798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom!'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-5983739437584803276</id><published>2009-08-30T08:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T08:02:00.202-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleveland Browns will win the Super Bowl!</title><content type='html'>Two weeks from today, the Cleveland Browns play their first game of the 2009/2010 football season. So, for the next two weeks, I can have the belief that the Browns will win the Super Bowl. Of course, after the first game, it may become clear that they will not win the Superbowl. However, until then, I believe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Browns!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-5983739437584803276?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/5983739437584803276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=5983739437584803276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/5983739437584803276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/5983739437584803276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/08/cleveland-browns-will-win-super-bowl.html' title='Cleveland Browns will win the Super Bowl!'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-5059570116052998996</id><published>2009-08-29T08:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T08:01:01.234-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Fan - Not me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SeTCE6MUckI/AAAAAAAAAU0/_H1qdmRpw7E/s1600-h/sadfan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324594049054962242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SeTCE6MUckI/AAAAAAAAAU0/_H1qdmRpw7E/s200/sadfan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you've ever been to a sporting event, or even watched one on t.v., I am sure you have seen the "Super Fan". You know the guy. He has his face and/or body painted his team's color. He has all the team merchandise, whether it be the foam finger or the hat or the team colored silly hair. And, when the game starts, he is always the loudest, most enthusiastic person in the entire stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I am a fan of many teams, I will never take the step from "Big Fan" to "Super Fan", and this is why. Every year, whether it be at the Super Bowl or World Series or NCAA Championship, as the game winds down, the cameras scan the stands. There is nothing more pathetic then a close up of the losing team's "Super Fan", as the tears rolling down his face wash away his team colored, face paint. As exciting as it was to get all decked out in your team gear, I imagine it to be even more painful to change out of, after your team suffers a big loss. Such is the plight of the "Super Fan".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-5059570116052998996?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/5059570116052998996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=5059570116052998996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/5059570116052998996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/5059570116052998996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/08/super-fan-not-me.html' title='Super Fan - Not me!'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SeTCE6MUckI/AAAAAAAAAU0/_H1qdmRpw7E/s72-c/sadfan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-7798273690684158910</id><published>2009-08-28T08:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T08:22:12.509-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mind</title><content type='html'>I recently read a study, by researchers at the University of Virginia, that said a person's brain ability peaks at age 22. The study went on to further state that mental powers start to dwindle at age 27.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 36 years old, soon to be 37. So, that means that I have been losing my mind for almost 10 years now. Sure, I knew that physically I couldn't do the things that I used to do, but I thought my mind was as sharp as ever. I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing as my mental ability is declining with every passing moment, I will seize this day to live life to the fullest. Sure, because of my diminishing brain ability, I may not able to remember it tomorrow, but at least I will have fun today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-7798273690684158910?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/7798273690684158910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=7798273690684158910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/7798273690684158910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/7798273690684158910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-mind.html' title='My Mind'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-7592529779635863127</id><published>2009-08-27T08:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T08:19:00.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>National Enquirer Game</title><content type='html'>Years ago, we had a game called "The National Enquirer Game". In the game, each person or team would take a random picture from a pile and come up with a caption for the picture. The funnier, the better. I thought we could play that today. The picture is below. Just add your caption through the comments. Thanks for playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sj_E0Uj0mbI/AAAAAAAAAdk/M04BYTNEJIs/s1600-h/neg3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350211285490637234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sj_E0Uj0mbI/AAAAAAAAAdk/M04BYTNEJIs/s400/neg3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-7592529779635863127?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/7592529779635863127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=7592529779635863127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/7592529779635863127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/7592529779635863127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/08/national-enquirer-game.html' title='National Enquirer Game'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sj_E0Uj0mbI/AAAAAAAAAdk/M04BYTNEJIs/s72-c/neg3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-3017351520403555278</id><published>2009-08-26T07:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T07:15:00.851-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Song</title><content type='html'>Thanks for the responses on this blog and Facebook about what song Sarah and I should choose as "Our Song". After thinking it through and weighing all the suggestions, I have made a decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My decision, per a suggestion made through Facebook, is that Sarah and I do not need to have a song as "Our Song".  It is ok if there is no special song that brings back memories when we hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, maybe some day something will happen and a song will be playing, and it will be at that moment we decide to make that song "Our Song". Until then, we will go songless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the suggestions anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-3017351520403555278?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/3017351520403555278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=3017351520403555278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/3017351520403555278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/3017351520403555278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-song_26.html' title='Our Song'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-5295140043150941020</id><published>2009-08-25T08:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T08:02:00.135-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've learned from T.V. (6)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sm9ZVb1ZmeI/AAAAAAAAAhk/QBhoKDbMNkU/s1600-h/the-office2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363603906005408226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sm9ZVb1ZmeI/AAAAAAAAAhk/QBhoKDbMNkU/s200/the-office2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People say that you can never learn anything by watching television. As a huge fan of the medium, I must disagree. I am a firm believer that you can gain great amounts of knowledge by watching t.v. This is my sixth post in which I will highlight some of the useful information that I now have stored in my brain because of television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Office:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned more then my fair share about beets and beet farming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human resource representatives can often times be a downer when it comes to employee morale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to doing anything, bigger is always better. (That's what she said)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-5295140043150941020?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/5295140043150941020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=5295140043150941020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/5295140043150941020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/5295140043150941020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-ive-learned-from-tv-6.html' title='What I&apos;ve learned from T.V. (6)'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sm9ZVb1ZmeI/AAAAAAAAAhk/QBhoKDbMNkU/s72-c/the-office2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-3940107316616524713</id><published>2009-08-24T08:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T17:02:59.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'>See a man about a horse</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I like to use phrases that may have all but vanished from our modern language. One such phrase is to "see a man about a horse". If you have never heard this phrase, it generally means that you have to go to the bathroom, but you don't really want to say that out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, it might sound a bit ridiculous to say "I've got to go see a man about a horse" when you have to go to the bathroom, but I think that is why I like it so much. And, there is nothing cuter then your 3 year old taping you on the shoulder and politely saying, "Daddy, I've got to go see a man about a horse."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What phrases do you wish would come back?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-3940107316616524713?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/3940107316616524713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=3940107316616524713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/3940107316616524713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/3940107316616524713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/08/see-man-about-horse.html' title='See a man about a horse'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-1012417085162667147</id><published>2009-08-23T07:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T07:57:00.707-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>Back to School means a bit more to me this year then recent years past. Sarah and the boys will be headed back to school in the next few weeks, but this year I will feel back to school more through our College age ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few class members have already went back, while several others will go back soon. How will this leave our ministry? I don't know yet. Hopefully, there will be a few that come back for the school year. We will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I ask you to say a prayer for our College ministry and all of our members. A few will be facing College for the first time, which can certainly be an adjustment. Others are nearing the middle or end of their College careers and will soon be heading out into the workplace. Pray that they will always look to God for guidance through every step they take.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-1012417085162667147?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/1012417085162667147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=1012417085162667147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/1012417085162667147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/1012417085162667147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-7672742504600265485</id><published>2009-08-22T08:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T08:37:21.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Mr. or Mrs. Obvious</title><content type='html'>Have you ever heard someone say something that was so obvious that it made you laugh? Here are a few of the most obvious statements that I have heard that gave me a nice chuckle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "If we have three kids, two of them are bound to be the same sex."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) "When we were engaged, before we got married..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) "They need to know that or else they'll never know."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-7672742504600265485?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/7672742504600265485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=7672742504600265485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/7672742504600265485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/7672742504600265485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/08/thank-you-mr-or-mrs-obvious.html' title='Thank you Mr. or Mrs. Obvious'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-2048337725332973545</id><published>2009-08-21T07:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T08:00:30.754-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawaii</title><content type='html'>Today is the 50th anniversary of Hawaii becoming our 50th state. I have never been to Hawaii, but I have heard that it is an amazing place. I hope to be able to take a vacation there someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today, in honor of our 50th state, if you have a Hawaiian shirt, wear it. If you do not have a Hawaiian shirt, I am sure you could string together a grass skirt to show off to the world your support of our neighbor to the west, Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vCJ55u8kOIw&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&amp;amp;" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-2048337725332973545?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/2048337725332973545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=2048337725332973545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/2048337725332973545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/2048337725332973545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/08/hawaii.html' title='Hawaii'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-4108106401930631150</id><published>2009-08-20T08:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T08:06:00.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Garage Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SnmOkt3zq7I/AAAAAAAAAic/JoYVvbkbjwo/s1600-h/welcome-back-kotter-cast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366477192428759986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SnmOkt3zq7I/AAAAAAAAAic/JoYVvbkbjwo/s200/welcome-back-kotter-cast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am not a huge fan of garage sales. For the most part, I see them as someone trying to get you to buy there junk. I know that some people love garage sales and often times you can pick up nice things for little money. I guess I am just an anti-garage sale snob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I have to admit that I have picked up a couple things at garage sales that I thought were pretty cool. The coolest thing I remember ever buying at a garage sale was a set of "Welcome Back Kotter" greeting cards. If you do not know, "Welcome Back Kotter" was a t.v. show that starred John Travolta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not remember how old I was when I made this purchase. I would guess anywhere from 7 to 10. The cards had scenes from the show with funny greetings on the inside. I still remember my favorite was a picture of the Sweathogs (The name that the gang when by on the show) on the outside and a great greeting on the inside. The greeting read, "Up your nose with a rubber hose". I remember thinking how funny that was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the coolest thing you ever bought at a garage sale?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-4108106401930631150?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/4108106401930631150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=4108106401930631150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/4108106401930631150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/4108106401930631150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/08/garage-sale.html' title='Garage Sale'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SnmOkt3zq7I/AAAAAAAAAic/JoYVvbkbjwo/s72-c/welcome-back-kotter-cast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-6689442242142842655</id><published>2009-08-19T07:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T08:59:15.264-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SeNtA3apkVI/AAAAAAAAAUs/KdPczAaOj98/s1600-h/Our_Song.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324219046125211986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SeNtA3apkVI/AAAAAAAAAUs/KdPczAaOj98/s200/Our_Song.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many, if not most, couples have a "song". Whether it be the song that was playing when they first met or the song that played during their first dance together as a married couple, they have one special song that is their "song". Unfortunately, Sarah and I do not have a "song". But, that is all about to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seeking the help of my loyal blog readers to help Sarah and me pick our "song". Through comments left on this post, I will be taking your suggestions on what song we should choose. From now until next Wednesday, every suggestion will be considered and then I will post our top three choices for everyone to vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is what I need from you. Post your suggestion as to the song we should consider as our "song" and the reason you are making the suggestion. Here is an example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Leaving on a Jet Plane" - I am suggesting this song because you guys had to fly back and forth to see each other a lot when you first met.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Love of a lifetime" - I am suggesting this song because when you found each other, you truly found your love of a lifetime.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, it is that easy. I welcome all suggestions, whether they be cheesy, funny, or extremely appropriate. So please, comment as often as you would like and we thank you for your help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-6689442242142842655?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/6689442242142842655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=6689442242142842655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/6689442242142842655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/6689442242142842655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-song.html' title='Our Song'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SeNtA3apkVI/AAAAAAAAAUs/KdPczAaOj98/s72-c/Our_Song.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-2003458595777379480</id><published>2009-08-18T08:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T08:11:00.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've learned from T.V. (5)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SkqBfhvoPII/AAAAAAAAAgM/4RwyWiohAZ0/s1600-h/Saved-by-the-Bell-Cast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353233485717322882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SkqBfhvoPII/AAAAAAAAAgM/4RwyWiohAZ0/s200/Saved-by-the-Bell-Cast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People say that you can never learn anything by watching television. As a huge fan of the medium, I must disagree. I am a firm believer that you can gain great amounts of knowledge by watching t.v. This is my fifth post in which I will highlight some of the useful information that I now have stored in my brain because of television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saved by the Bell:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By watching Saved by the Bell, I have learned there is "No hope with Dope". (Just ask Johnny Dakota)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that the bigger your cell phone, the cooler you look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends forever is an awesome concept. It's even better when you can sing a pop song about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, probably the most true to real life thing that I have learned is if you are dorky and have a weird nickname, you will never get the girl. (Poor Screech)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-2003458595777379480?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/2003458595777379480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=2003458595777379480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/2003458595777379480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/2003458595777379480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-ive-learned-from-tv-5.html' title='What I&apos;ve learned from T.V. (5)'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SkqBfhvoPII/AAAAAAAAAgM/4RwyWiohAZ0/s72-c/Saved-by-the-Bell-Cast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-5308688126249444278</id><published>2009-08-17T08:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T08:03:00.154-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The art of the TP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SoIIf2f_2LI/AAAAAAAAAjE/Ts9J5AlNRMM/s1600-h/tproll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368863049077741746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SoIIf2f_2LI/AAAAAAAAAjE/Ts9J5AlNRMM/s200/tproll.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A couple days ago, we were driving out of our neighborhood when we passed a house that had been tp'd (That is toilet papered). I have to say that whoever did the job was pathetic. The yard had about 20 trees in it, but only 5 or 6 had any toilet paper in them at all. The trees that had been hit seemed to have only 1 or 2 rolls at the most. It just looked sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why such a poor display of tp-ing occurred. Was it the economy? People just couldn't afford to spring for an extra jumbo pack or two. Or, was it because this current generation just simply doesn't know how to tp a house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the reason, it made me feel bad. I felt bad for the tp-er. If the word got out, about how bad of a tp job they did, they couldn't show their face around town any more. The humiliation would be awful. Then, I felt bad for the victim of the tp. Someone cared about you so little that they only used maybe 1 jumbo pack for your entire yard. Again, just sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-5308688126249444278?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/5308688126249444278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=5308688126249444278' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/5308688126249444278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/5308688126249444278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/08/art-of-tp.html' title='The art of the TP'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SoIIf2f_2LI/AAAAAAAAAjE/Ts9J5AlNRMM/s72-c/tproll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-5415431667862730359</id><published>2009-08-16T08:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T08:03:00.397-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Toms Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SnsLDQPGx1I/AAAAAAAAAis/6z-gZFBQlAE/s1600-h/logo_toms_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 95px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366895531467917138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SnsLDQPGx1I/AAAAAAAAAis/6z-gZFBQlAE/s200/logo_toms_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you are in the market for a new pair of shoes, you may want to consider buying a pair of Toms shoes. If you haven't heard of Toms shoes, you should check out their website &lt;a href="http://www.tomsshoes.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Toms is a shoe company, that is true. However, it is much more then that. You see, Toms is a company that not only wants to sell shoes, but also wants to make a difference in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The founder of Toms Shoes, Blake Mycoskie, started the company with the idea that, for every pair of shoes they sell, they would give away a pair to a child in need. Check out their website to see what a difference this company is making. While you are there, you might consider buying a pair of shoes. You will have a nice pair of shoes and be making a difference in a life of someone less privileged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-5415431667862730359?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/5415431667862730359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=5415431667862730359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/5415431667862730359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/5415431667862730359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/08/toms-shoes.html' title='Toms Shoes'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SnsLDQPGx1I/AAAAAAAAAis/6z-gZFBQlAE/s72-c/logo_toms_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-5360639853293013560</id><published>2009-08-15T08:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T12:57:41.954-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you ready for some football?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SoILtUO_7YI/AAAAAAAAAjM/sm7SwwTRf98/s1600-h/madden2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 155px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368866578932690306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SoILtUO_7YI/AAAAAAAAAjM/sm7SwwTRf98/s200/madden2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday, Madden NFL football came out for the Xbox 360. I have yet to pick up my copy, but I hope to real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year I think that I might not get the latest Madden football game. I figure it will only be a little bit better then the year before's version. So, why buy it? That lasts until they start marketing this year's game. All the commercials and all the hype get me excited to play the new game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here soon I will be heading out to pick up this year's Madden game. I can not wait to play it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-5360639853293013560?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/5360639853293013560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=5360639853293013560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/5360639853293013560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/5360639853293013560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/08/are-you-ready-for-some-football.html' title='Are you ready for some football?'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SoILtUO_7YI/AAAAAAAAAjM/sm7SwwTRf98/s72-c/madden2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-8080827414848663161</id><published>2009-08-14T07:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T09:59:11.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome home Molly!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SoIGe4TfKDI/AAAAAAAAAi8/BFjp6HoiJh8/s1600-h/MOLLY2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368860833359013938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SoIGe4TfKDI/AAAAAAAAAi8/BFjp6HoiJh8/s200/MOLLY2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, our friends, Kevin and Teresa, arrive home from China with their daughter Molly. According to &lt;a href="http://www.continuingthejourney.blogspot.com/"&gt;Teresa's blog&lt;/a&gt;, everything went well, for the most part, with the adoption process. I know that big sister Meg and big brother Carson are anxiously waiting to meet their little sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please say a prayer for their entire family as Molly transitions into the family and life in Ohio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-8080827414848663161?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/8080827414848663161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=8080827414848663161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/8080827414848663161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/8080827414848663161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/08/welcome-home-molly.html' title='Welcome home Molly!'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SoIGe4TfKDI/AAAAAAAAAi8/BFjp6HoiJh8/s72-c/MOLLY2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-8518974467373392453</id><published>2009-08-13T08:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T08:02:00.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Swim Lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SoIO8n7E_0I/AAAAAAAAAjc/2AbHiVNefIc/s1600-h/selleckswim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368870140450766658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SoIO8n7E_0I/AAAAAAAAAjc/2AbHiVNefIc/s200/selleckswim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently, my oldest son, Selleck, started taking swimming lessons. He is such a natural in the water, without even a little bit of fear. His favorite thing to do is a flip off of a diving board or the side of the pool. Where does he get that from? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, I used to try flips off the diving board. In fact, on one vacation, I spent the better part of three days trying to learn how to do a good flip. However, after a red back from smacking it on the water, I knew my flipping days would be few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What causes a person to stop trying to do a flip? Is it wisdom? You get to the point where you know that, more times then not, when you try to flip you will hurt your back. Or, is it fear? You fear the outcome, so you don't try the flip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times in life, there are opportunities that we let slip by, either out of wisdom or out of fear. There is a fine line between the two. If you turn down an opportunity because you are wise enough to know that it is not for you, then that is the right thing to do. However, if you let an opportunity pass because you have a fear that a similar result will occur as it has in the past, then you could be missing out on something great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you make the determination between wisdom and fear? Honestly, the only response I have is to lay it at the feet of Jesus. His guidance will help us be wise when appropriate and will help us overcome our fear when that is needed as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-8518974467373392453?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/8518974467373392453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=8518974467373392453' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/8518974467373392453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/8518974467373392453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/08/swim-lessons.html' title='Swim Lessons'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SoIO8n7E_0I/AAAAAAAAAjc/2AbHiVNefIc/s72-c/selleckswim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-7532431067582687670</id><published>2009-08-12T08:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T08:06:00.189-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Clocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SoINyuGvywI/AAAAAAAAAjU/q_UKYI5sh0w/s1600-h/Digital-clock-radio-basic_hf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368868870800001794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SoINyuGvywI/AAAAAAAAAjU/q_UKYI5sh0w/s200/Digital-clock-radio-basic_hf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In our bedroom, we have 2 clocks. The first is an alarm clock at the head of our bed. The other, a digital clock we have inside our entertainment center. The first problem is our alarm clock runs fast. It is not unusual to set the clock, then a week later it is already a few minutes fast. The second problem is our entertainment center clock runs slow. It can be set properly, then a few days later it is behind by a couple minutes. The entire thing is maddening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is that I have never thought about returning those clocks, to the store I purchased them, because they are defective. But, when you really think about it, they are defective. Sure they keep some sort of time, but not accurate time. Most other products that are not working, even a little bit, we have no problem returning as defective to get a replacement. But clocks, we just accept them no matter how fast of slow they run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if other products we just kept, even if they were a little off? Could you imagine a lasik eye doctor that had a laser that every third day it would make an incision slightly off where the doctor intended it. That doctor would get a new laser pronto. How about a chef that had a range that every couple of days it would heat things hotter and cause everything to burn? That chef would be looking for another range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like we have been giving clocks a free pass to be as wrong as they want to be. I think it is time I bought a new clock that can keep accurate time. Of course, then I would not have my clock to blame, if I am running late. Maybe I will keep my clock after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-7532431067582687670?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/7532431067582687670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=7532431067582687670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/7532431067582687670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/7532431067582687670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/08/clocks.html' title='Clocks'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SoINyuGvywI/AAAAAAAAAjU/q_UKYI5sh0w/s72-c/Digital-clock-radio-basic_hf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-81457953453771014</id><published>2009-08-11T08:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T08:14:00.358-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've learned from T.V. (4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Skp-JE992ZI/AAAAAAAAAgE/K_uOE-A1NTc/s1600-h/cheerssign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353229801500826002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Skp-JE992ZI/AAAAAAAAAgE/K_uOE-A1NTc/s200/cheerssign.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People say that you can never learn anything by watching television. As a huge fan of the medium, I must disagree. I am a firm believer that you can gain great amounts of knowledge by watching t.v. This is my fourth post in which I will highlight some of the useful information that I now have stored in my brain because of television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I have learned from watching Cheers. First and foremost, I have learned all of Cliff Clavin's little known facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned that there are 988 bolts holding together the basketball court of the Boston Gardens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best birthday gift is often a song from the heart. (See below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8hJjx7jTHA8&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-81457953453771014?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/81457953453771014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=81457953453771014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/81457953453771014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/81457953453771014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-ive-learned-from-tv-4.html' title='What I&apos;ve learned from T.V. (4)'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Skp-JE992ZI/AAAAAAAAAgE/K_uOE-A1NTc/s72-c/cheerssign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-6439899488696636871</id><published>2009-08-10T08:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T08:10:00.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>National S'mores day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sn12YF01ESI/AAAAAAAAAi0/7aNLySh5Uaw/s1600-h/trysmoresreeses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367576487148196130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sn12YF01ESI/AAAAAAAAAi0/7aNLySh5Uaw/s200/trysmoresreeses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did you know that today is National S'mores day? If you did not before, you do now. My family loves S'mores. We even have a indoor S'mores maker thingy ( I don't know what the actual name of it is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you all know this, but I just heard about something awesome that I am going to try the next time we make S'mores. Instead of using a chocolate bar, substitute a Reese's cup. Brilliant! I do not know why it never occurred to me before to do this. I am sure it will be delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, enjoy a S'mores or two today to commemorate National S'mores Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-6439899488696636871?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/6439899488696636871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=6439899488696636871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/6439899488696636871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/6439899488696636871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/08/national-smores-day.html' title='National S&apos;mores day!'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sn12YF01ESI/AAAAAAAAAi0/7aNLySh5Uaw/s72-c/trysmoresreeses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-1879235793467975550</id><published>2009-08-09T08:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T08:15:00.185-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SnsJ0IMmRhI/AAAAAAAAAik/lPU5pIVqkxo/s1600-h/Examiner-Badge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366894172100249106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SnsJ0IMmRhI/AAAAAAAAAik/lPU5pIVqkxo/s200/Examiner-Badge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I mentioned in a previous post, I have started writing for the &lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/"&gt;Examiner.com&lt;/a&gt;, as a travel, road trip examiner. I have already posted several articles and have a few more ideas for others. I wanted to ask for you help. If there is any place you have been or have heard about, that would make for a good travel feature, let me know. I can always use the help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you do not live near Cincinnati, that is ok. As long as I can get there in a car, I will call it a road trip. Europe, Asia, and Hawaii are out, but most other places are fair game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks in advance for the help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-1879235793467975550?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/1879235793467975550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=1879235793467975550' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/1879235793467975550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/1879235793467975550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/08/help.html' title='Help!'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SnsJ0IMmRhI/AAAAAAAAAik/lPU5pIVqkxo/s72-c/Examiner-Badge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-663040032738601617</id><published>2009-08-08T08:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T08:02:00.159-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bacon</title><content type='html'>I love bacon. Almost every non sweet food there is, bacon makes better. Bacon on burgers, perfect. Bacon wrapped tater tots, wonderful. Bacon crumbled in macaroni and cheese, nothing could be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I think someone has finally taken things too far. Someone has now made bacon flavored lip balm. As I mentioned, I love to eat bacon, but I certainly would not like to have a piece of bacon stuck to my lips for the day. I do not think I will be trying bacon flavored lip balm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SnmN0g7vUqI/AAAAAAAAAiU/U1A_FEvQPEQ/s1600-h/jds-bacon-lip-balm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366476364321870498" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SnmN0g7vUqI/AAAAAAAAAiU/U1A_FEvQPEQ/s200/jds-bacon-lip-balm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-663040032738601617?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/663040032738601617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=663040032738601617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/663040032738601617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/663040032738601617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/08/bacon.html' title='Bacon'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SnmN0g7vUqI/AAAAAAAAAiU/U1A_FEvQPEQ/s72-c/jds-bacon-lip-balm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-4584246245706245512</id><published>2009-08-07T08:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T08:02:00.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Preaching  vs. Teaching</title><content type='html'>I recently had a conversation with a friend of mine that teaches Sunday school. We were discussing what was harder, preaching a sermon or teaching a Sunday school class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His contention was that preaching was harder because you had to command every one's attention for 30-40 minutes, up front, all alone, without any interaction with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that teaching was harder then preaching for several reasons. When you teach, you can have others take you on a tangent and it is sometimes hard to get back focused on the lesson. Also, when you teach, people can ask you questions. Some questions can certainly help clarify some of the points you are wanting to make, while others may just distract you completely from your points. And, the worst part of taking questions is getting the question you don't know the answer to. Where as if you are preaching a sermon, no one gets to ask you questions. Whatever God directs you to say and what you have researched and thought out, you get to say without interruption or having to worry about not knowing an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to me, I still think teaching is harder then preaching. But, in the end, if God truly calls you to be a preacher or a teacher, he will equip you with what you need to be successful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-4584246245706245512?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/4584246245706245512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=4584246245706245512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/4584246245706245512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/4584246245706245512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/08/preaching-vs-teaching.html' title='Preaching  vs. Teaching'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-1894452710088954351</id><published>2009-08-06T08:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T08:02:00.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cincinnati Premium Outlets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SngxO7AB3TI/AAAAAAAAAiM/nYlz84e6Xc8/s1600-h/outlets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366093088437689650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SngxO7AB3TI/AAAAAAAAAiM/nYlz84e6Xc8/s200/outlets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, in our town, the Cincinnati Premium Outlets open for business. They are billed as an upscale outlet mall. My wife is so excited. I, of course, not being a fan of shopping, am less excited then she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be nice to have a new place if I need to find something, hopefully at a discounted price. I am sure I will visit the Nike store on more then one occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you are like my wife and can not wait to visit the outlet, I have compiled a few things to know that you might find helpful. You can read it on my Examiner.com page &lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/x-17606-Cincinnati-Road-Trip-Travel-Examiner~y2009m8d2-Cincinnati-Premium-Outlets"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck finding the bargains!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-1894452710088954351?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/1894452710088954351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=1894452710088954351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/1894452710088954351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/1894452710088954351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/08/cincinnati-premium-outlets.html' title='Cincinnati Premium Outlets'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SngxO7AB3TI/AAAAAAAAAiM/nYlz84e6Xc8/s72-c/outlets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-7819853299967498104</id><published>2009-08-05T08:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T08:02:00.957-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All hope is gone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SnLwA5UoeGI/AAAAAAAAAh0/yPeRCiBxnAc/s1600-h/cryingagain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364614004329707618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SnLwA5UoeGI/AAAAAAAAAh0/yPeRCiBxnAc/s200/cryingagain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All hope is gone...No, not in life, in baseball. Last week I officially gave up hope for the Cincinnati Reds to make the post season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is sad when it happens. But, inevitably, each year about this time, I go through the despair of admitting the baseball season, for me as a Reds fan, is over. Not only is it sad on it's own merit, but it also seems to signal that summer is drawing to an end. Fall will be here before we know it. The World Series will happen, again not with the Reds involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-7819853299967498104?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/7819853299967498104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=7819853299967498104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/7819853299967498104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/7819853299967498104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-hope-is-gone.html' title='All hope is gone...'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SnLwA5UoeGI/AAAAAAAAAh0/yPeRCiBxnAc/s72-c/cryingagain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-3157448677973819813</id><published>2009-08-04T08:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T08:02:00.254-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chick-fil-a does it again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SnenudPYwmI/AAAAAAAAAiE/r1Km3UdM-II/s1600-h/chickfila1-300x245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 163px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365941897600221794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SnenudPYwmI/AAAAAAAAAiE/r1Km3UdM-II/s200/chickfila1-300x245.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First of all, I need to apologize to you, my loyal readers. Yesterday, Chick-fil-a, at Voice of America park in West Chester, was giving away free chicken sandwiches to all customers to celebrate their birthday. I did not find out about this until the afternoon, so I could not blog about it to let you know. Again, I am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I did stop by Chick-fil-a on my way home from work to pick up a chicken sandwich. It was a mad house. The drive thru line circled twice around the building. Every parking spot was filled and many people parked at nearby businesses and walked over. It was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is where I say that Chick-fil-a did it again. It was awesome to give everyone that stopped by a free sandwich. That is impressive all by itself. However, this is where Chick-fil-a knocks it out of the park. I got in the back of the drive thru line, that wrapped twice around the building. One would have thought it would take an hour to get through the line, but it actually took less then 10 minutes. That is impressive. Some fast food places take longer then 10 minutes when you are the only one in line and it is 3:00 in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chick-fil-a staffed in a way that they could still provide great customer service, even though they knew they would have huge numbers of customers. It would be easy for them to think "We are giving you free food, so you will wait as long as it takes". But, they didn't. They wanted to give me something, but still valued my time. Way to go Chick-fil-a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was not already before yesterday, I for sure will be a life long customer of Chick-fil-a. They never stop exceeding my expectations. Yesterday, besides the free sandwich and great customer service, they also put a coupon for a free breakfast entree in my bag. Chick-fil-a, you are awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-3157448677973819813?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/3157448677973819813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=3157448677973819813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/3157448677973819813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/3157448677973819813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/08/chick-fil-does-it-again.html' title='Chick-fil-a does it again'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SnenudPYwmI/AAAAAAAAAiE/r1Km3UdM-II/s72-c/chickfila1-300x245.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-4346565966808503786</id><published>2009-08-03T08:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T08:03:00.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kodak Theater and Oscars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Smjfk5xbTJI/AAAAAAAAAhU/B7bZKV2Phts/s1600-h/DSCF0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361781181460991122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Smjfk5xbTJI/AAAAAAAAAhU/B7bZKV2Phts/s200/DSCF0071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While in Hollywood, Sarah and I toured the Kodak Theater, which was right next to our hotel. All in all, it was a pretty boring tour. However, there were a few things I learned about the Academy Awards that I thought were interesting enough to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, when the camera pans to "back stage" at the Kodak theater, they are really at the hotel we stayed in, the Renaissance. No photography is allowed within the Kodak theater. I know, it is a bit ironic that no pictures can be taken in a theater named after a film company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I learned that the Academy Awards has a $30 million dollar budget. They sell the t.v. rights for $100 million, but still charge everyone who attends, including those presenting and winning awards, $375 for each ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this bit of information to be funny. When the red carpet is first opened, inside the theatre, all the bars are open bars in an attempt to lure stars off the red carpet into the theatre. However, once the show starts, all the bars become cash bars to get the stars to leave the bars and go sit in their seats inside the theatre. You would think that big Hollywood stars would have no problem paying for their drinks, but it seems they like free stuff the same as everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another funny fact is that many of the stars stay in the Renaissance Hotel, which is just steps away from the Kodak Theatre, but still get in a limousine, drive around the corner, then get out on the red carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kodak Theatre, by itself, is pretty boring. However, learning about the Academy Awards can be interesting and a little funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-4346565966808503786?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/4346565966808503786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=4346565966808503786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/4346565966808503786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/4346565966808503786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/08/kodak-theater-and-oscars.html' title='Kodak Theater and Oscars'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Smjfk5xbTJI/AAAAAAAAAhU/B7bZKV2Phts/s72-c/DSCF0071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-6483735445973758779</id><published>2009-08-02T08:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T08:11:00.264-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic Video Game Systems</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SnLlTHRZ3zI/AAAAAAAAAhs/O738VT1Mstc/s1600-h/atari_2600_machine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364602222684004146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SnLlTHRZ3zI/AAAAAAAAAhs/O738VT1Mstc/s200/atari_2600_machine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I recently played my Xbox 360, I thought about how far video game systems have come in my life time. I can't even imagine how far video games systems will progress by the time my boys are my age. Here is a list of the video game systems that I have had and some of my favorite games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atari 2600 - This was my first video game system. Some of my favorite games were bowling and Pit Fall. Looking back at it now, it was very basic, but it seemed like such great technology at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ColecoVision - This was my second gaming system. It was a step up from Atari. The graphics were much better and the games were cooler. My favorite game was Super Action Football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commodore 64 - This was my first computer, which was mainly used to play video games. The graphics were so much better then the ColecoVision and there were lots more games. I had a friend that seemed to have all the games and I would borrow them from him. My favorite games were Summer Games and Dr. J and Larry Bird go one on one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sega Genesis - This was my first console system that did not have the block looking graphics. My favorite games were Bulls vs. lakers and the NBA playoffs and Michael Jackson's moonwalker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playstation - This was truly the first step toward the next generation of video game systems. The graphics, for it's time, were leaps and bounds above anything else out there. My favorite games were Dream Team (basketball) and College Slam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playstation II - This was the first next generation gaming system. The gameplay and graphics were very realistic. My favorite games were Madden Football and Legends of Wrestling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xbox 360 - This is my current gaming system. The graphics are amazing, especially on a high definition t.v. The games are very realistic feeling and each year they get better and better. Currently, my two favorite games are MLB 2k baseball and NCAA college hoops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-6483735445973758779?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/6483735445973758779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=6483735445973758779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/6483735445973758779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/6483735445973758779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/08/classic-video-game-systems.html' title='Classic Video Game Systems'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SnLlTHRZ3zI/AAAAAAAAAhs/O738VT1Mstc/s72-c/atari_2600_machine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-9210821307464946577</id><published>2009-08-01T08:03:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T08:03:00.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lynn's Paradise Cafe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SmjePLU16II/AAAAAAAAAhE/j01CR_6AVNY/s1600-h/IMG_1185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361779708704188546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SmjePLU16II/AAAAAAAAAhE/j01CR_6AVNY/s200/IMG_1185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For my first post, on Examiner.com, I wrote about a restaurant we visited on our trip to Branson Missouri. It is called Lynn's Paradise Cafe. It is just outside of Louisville, Kentucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynn's was such a fun place to eat. The entire restaurant is decked out with bright colors and interesting things to look at. The food was great, as well. The portions were huge and the menu included many unique items. So, if you ever find yourself in the Louisville area, check out Lynn's Paradise Cafe. You will be glad you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read more about Lynn's from my post on Examiner.com &lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/x-17606-Cincinnati-Road-Trip-Travel-Examiner~y2009m7d19-Road-trip-Louisville-Lynns-Paradise-Cafe"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-9210821307464946577?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/9210821307464946577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=9210821307464946577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/9210821307464946577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/9210821307464946577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/08/lynns-paradise-cafe.html' title='Lynn&apos;s Paradise Cafe'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SmjePLU16II/AAAAAAAAAhE/j01CR_6AVNY/s72-c/IMG_1185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-2769030866325160995</id><published>2009-07-31T08:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T08:29:42.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Space</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Skp1GC5mRUI/AAAAAAAAAf8/sS9GxYeSpf8/s1600-h/personal-space.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353219853801375042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Skp1GC5mRUI/AAAAAAAAAf8/sS9GxYeSpf8/s200/personal-space.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In our civilized culture, it is a common courtesy to honor another person's personal space, the space around them that no other person should enter into. I have come to realize that there are varying sizes of personal space needed by each person. For me, I require a large amount of personal space. For others, personal space is almost non existent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I need so much personal space? I really don't know. I just have a hard time dealing with people leaning over my shoulder or bumping into me. I hate large crowds, because I do not have adequate personal space. Whenever I sit at a stadium, movie theatre, or even church, if it is not a member of my immediate family sitting next to me, I like to leave an empty seat between me and that person. Now that I think about it, that is probably why I am so adamant about the &lt;a href="http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/07/mens-room-etiquette.html"&gt;Men's room etiquette&lt;/a&gt; of leaving one urinal between me and the next guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can a person cause his need for a large amount of personal space to decrease? Maybe. But I don't think I want to. I am happy with the size of the bubble I try to keep around myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-2769030866325160995?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/2769030866325160995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=2769030866325160995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/2769030866325160995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/2769030866325160995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/07/personal-space.html' title='Personal Space'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Skp1GC5mRUI/AAAAAAAAAf8/sS9GxYeSpf8/s72-c/personal-space.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-1370710506640424940</id><published>2009-07-30T08:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T08:03:00.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another job I'd like to try once</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sl_cnFKPfhI/AAAAAAAAAg0/WW5TWyVws6g/s1600-h/superman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359244645552324114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sl_cnFKPfhI/AAAAAAAAAg0/WW5TWyVws6g/s200/superman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On our vacation to Hollywood, I came across &lt;a href="http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/05/jobs-i-would-like-to-try-for-day.html"&gt;another job I would like to try&lt;/a&gt;, if only for a day. That job: a costumed street performer in front of Graumann's Chinese theatre on the walk of fame. Well, I guess you would call it a job. They do it every day and make money at it. So, yes, I would call it a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing, it seems, is that you don't, necessarily, have to look like the person you are trying to portray. We saw an Elvis impersonator that looked no more like Elvis then I do. There were, however, many impersonators that looked a great deal like who they were impersonating. We saw a very good Marilyn Monroe, Johnny Depp (Pirates of the Caribbean), Gene Simmons, and Superman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure who I could impersonate, but I am sure there is someone that I kind of, maybe, look remotely like that people might give me a few bucks to have their picture taken with. I think it would be a lot of fun, for a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-1370710506640424940?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/1370710506640424940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=1370710506640424940' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/1370710506640424940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/1370710506640424940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-job-id-like-to-try-once.html' title='Another job I&apos;d like to try once'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sl_cnFKPfhI/AAAAAAAAAg0/WW5TWyVws6g/s72-c/superman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-1354068822514203452</id><published>2009-07-29T08:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T08:02:00.144-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ohio State Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sm84UZ4uOsI/AAAAAAAAAhc/gQIjQih-OVc/s1600-h/ohiostfair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363567604418886338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sm84UZ4uOsI/AAAAAAAAAhc/gQIjQih-OVc/s200/ohiostfair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Ohio State Fair starts today. I have not been to the fair in years, but after getting information about the fair for an &lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/x-17606-Cincinnati-Road-Trip-Travel-Examiner~y2009m7d28-Ohio-State-Fair-Things-to-do"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; I wrote for Examiner.com, I realized that the fair might just be a fun place to take the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had always stayed away from most fairs, because I am allergic to ever animal, it seems. But, the Ohio State Fair offers many, many more choices then just the livestock area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every fair has great food and this one is no different. I love the Italian Sausage sandwhiches. I can even be talked into a carmel apple or funnel cake. Fair food is the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ohio State Fair also has a great Midway with lots of kid friendly rides. I am sure our boys would love that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also amazing to me the entertainment that is coming to the fair, Kelly Clarkson, Rascal Flatts, and even Kenny Rogers. Very impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you are like me and have not tried a fair in a while, I would check out the Ohio State Fair. It looks to be awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-1354068822514203452?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/1354068822514203452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=1354068822514203452' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/1354068822514203452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/1354068822514203452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/07/ohio-state-fair.html' title='The Ohio State Fair'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sm84UZ4uOsI/AAAAAAAAAhc/gQIjQih-OVc/s72-c/ohiostfair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-8313054140854987211</id><published>2009-07-28T08:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T08:03:00.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've learned from T.V. (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SkD72UPIghI/AAAAAAAAAfE/TdJucg16TfU/s1600-h/happy-days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350553267879838226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SkD72UPIghI/AAAAAAAAAfE/TdJucg16TfU/s200/happy-days.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People say that you can never learn anything by watching television. As a huge fan of the medium, I must disagree. I am a firm believer that you can gain great amounts of knowledge by watching t.v. This is my third post in which I will highlight some of the useful information that I now have stored in my brain because of television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From watching Happy Days I have learned that, no matter how tough someone is on the outside, they can be very tender hearted on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also learned that sometimes, siblings just disappear (Chuck).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I learned, from Happy Days, that trying to jump 14 garbage cans with my motorcycle is probably not a good idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-8313054140854987211?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/8313054140854987211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=8313054140854987211' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/8313054140854987211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/8313054140854987211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-ive-learned-from-tv-3.html' title='What I&apos;ve learned from T.V. (3)'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SkD72UPIghI/AAAAAAAAAfE/TdJucg16TfU/s72-c/happy-days.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-1785567386127671840</id><published>2009-07-27T08:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:15:00.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Examiner.com</title><content type='html'>Do you know anyone that is a paid journalist? If you answered no, hold on a minute. Now you do. That would be me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday, I started as a travel writer for Examiner.com. I am writing for their Cincinnati, Ohio page with a focus on Road trips. I have posted 4 articles so far and it has been pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paid journalist is probably a bit over stated. I do get some pay for each time my article is read with a few other factors that are involved. Certainly nothing I could make a living from, but hopefully enough that I can take Sarah to a nice dinner once a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you enjoy my blog, check me out on &lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/x-17606-Cincinnati-Road-Trip-Travel-Examiner"&gt;my page&lt;/a&gt; on examiner.com. Even if you are not from the Cincinnati area, I should have a few things that are universal to everyone. That, and maybe you just want to help put a few bucks in my pocket. Either way, thanks in advance. Also, if you have any ideas for what you think I should write about, let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-1785567386127671840?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/1785567386127671840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=1785567386127671840' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/1785567386127671840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/1785567386127671840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/07/examinercom.html' title='Examiner.com'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-5441507283161695070</id><published>2009-07-26T08:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T08:03:00.265-04:00</updated><title type='text'>United breaks guitars</title><content type='html'>When I was doing a little research about United Airlines, for our last trip, I came across this video. Apparently, the gentleman featured in the video, Dave Carroll, flew on United with his band. During the trip, his guitar, that he had checked as baggage, was damaged. He contacted United several times, but they refused to compensate him for the cost of repairs to his guitar. So, in this day in age, where does someone turn to get results? Youtube, of course! Dave and his band made a video, posted it on youtube.com, and though and behold, United saw it and agreed to pay for the cost of repairs to his guitar. The video itself is pretty funny. Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5YGc4zOqozo&amp;amp;hl=" width="560" height="340" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" fs="1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-5441507283161695070?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/5441507283161695070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=5441507283161695070' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/5441507283161695070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/5441507283161695070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/07/united-breaks-guitars.html' title='United breaks guitars'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-6267737771305353123</id><published>2009-07-25T07:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T07:52:00.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies I haven't seen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SjpVVS1AW9I/AAAAAAAAAdM/hPtMP9-zR-4/s1600-h/the_dark_knight_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348681331775658962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SjpVVS1AW9I/AAAAAAAAAdM/hPtMP9-zR-4/s200/the_dark_knight_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You may find this hard to believe, but I had never seen an Indiana Jones movie until the end of last year. It is not that it was intentional not to see them. I just never got around to it. I knew they were classics, that everyone loved, so I did want to see them. It just never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, there are a lot of classic movies I have yet to see. Here are a few that have escaped my view:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casablanca&lt;br /&gt;It's a Wonderful life&lt;br /&gt;Dances with Wolves&lt;br /&gt;Gone with the Wind&lt;br /&gt;The Godfather I,II, and III&lt;br /&gt;Schindler's list&lt;br /&gt;Silence of the Lambs&lt;br /&gt;The Terminator&lt;br /&gt;Braveheart&lt;br /&gt;Die Hard Series&lt;br /&gt;Shrek&lt;br /&gt;Gladiator&lt;br /&gt;Rain Man&lt;br /&gt;The Lord of the Rings&lt;br /&gt;The Matrix&lt;br /&gt;A Beautiful Mind&lt;br /&gt;Remember the Titans&lt;br /&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! That is a lot of highly rated movies I have yet to watch. What about you? What movies have you not seen that everyone else calls a classic?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-6267737771305353123?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/6267737771305353123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=6267737771305353123' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/6267737771305353123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/6267737771305353123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/07/movies-i-havent-seen.html' title='Movies I haven&apos;t seen'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SjpVVS1AW9I/AAAAAAAAAdM/hPtMP9-zR-4/s72-c/the_dark_knight_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-1409396365133187463</id><published>2009-07-24T08:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T17:53:49.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Backing in</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SlO7J_FvU-I/AAAAAAAAAgc/lfojxCM8szM/s1600-h/backingin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355830162102375394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SlO7J_FvU-I/AAAAAAAAAgc/lfojxCM8szM/s200/backingin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On our last vacation, I was reminded, a few times, of one of my biggest pet peeves. That would be the driver that must always back into their parking spot. You know that person. Whether it be in the parking lot at a crowded concert or a church parking lot on a Thursday morning, they have to back into their spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes this worse is that the driver doing the backing usually has no backing skills. They have to take 3 or 4 runs at it before they can get their car parked straight. And, they don't care who has to wait on them while they attempt to back their car in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get why people do this. Does it save time? In the grand scheme, it costs more time. I have never seen someone have to take 4 tries to back their car out of a parking spot after being forward facing. If I had to group the drivers that do this, I do believe it may have a little bit to do with the age of the driver. It seems that the majority of backer-inners are older drivers. Now, that doesn't preclude younger people from committing this awful act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a backer-inner, please let me know why you do this. You may say that it helps you get out faster when you are leaving. I can understand that. But, why do you still do it when you are the only car in the lot? It just may be something I will never get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-1409396365133187463?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/1409396365133187463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=1409396365133187463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/1409396365133187463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/1409396365133187463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/07/backing-in.html' title='Backing in'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SlO7J_FvU-I/AAAAAAAAAgc/lfojxCM8szM/s72-c/backingin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-5539314180571852593</id><published>2009-07-23T08:15:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T08:15:00.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ice Cream Cone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SjpHgElpEiI/AAAAAAAAAc8/SiK7tAS7nNE/s1600-h/IceCreamCones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348666123768893986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SjpHgElpEiI/AAAAAAAAAc8/SiK7tAS7nNE/s200/IceCreamCones.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few days ago we celebrated &lt;a href="http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/07/national-ice-cream-day.html"&gt;National Ice Cream day&lt;/a&gt;. Today, we will talk about the single greatest invention that took the enjoyment of ice cream to new heights. That invention, the ice cream cone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On July 23, 1904, Charles E. Minches of St. Louis, Missouri, came up with the idea of filling a pastry cone with two scoops of ice cream, thereby inventing the ice cream cone. The walk-away cone made its debut later that year at the St. Louis World's Fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today, feel free to enjoy an ice cream cone to commemorate this wonderful date in the history of desserts. And, of course, you can't really enjoy an ice cream cone without a huge scoop of ice cream on top!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-5539314180571852593?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/5539314180571852593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=5539314180571852593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/5539314180571852593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/5539314180571852593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/07/ice-cream-cone.html' title='The Ice Cream Cone'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SjpHgElpEiI/AAAAAAAAAc8/SiK7tAS7nNE/s72-c/IceCreamCones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-5020467112175836980</id><published>2009-07-22T07:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T07:59:00.348-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First, First Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SmCVHDFWTyI/AAAAAAAAAg8/-BQpzwjQRa8/s1600-h/firstBed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359447504890253090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SmCVHDFWTyI/AAAAAAAAAg8/-BQpzwjQRa8/s200/firstBed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On our recent trip to Hollywood, California, we flew United Airlines. We, of course, flew in what they call their Economy class. I have always know it as coach. As a frequent flier in coach, I have always wanted to fly first class, but could never really afford the ticket price. So, my first class envy has always been pretty high. But, now, United Airlines has caused my envy to raise yet another notch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our flight to California, we boarded the plane as usual and walked through the first class area to get to our seats. (I think airlines do this to make sure you know you are not a first class passenger) The plane had the normal first class seats, but then I noticed something different. United calls it their first class suite. I call it first, first class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the United suite is, is basically your own personal, all in one, area. It is like your own little pod away from everyone else. First of all, you have a seat that lays completely flat to make a bed. Not the two inch recline we had, but an actual bed. You have your own personal video screen and work station, complete with a laptop power source and fax. And each passenger receives a 5 course meal. We didn't even get peanuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, first class isn't even enough to desire. Now I want to sit in first, first class. But, until I strike it rich, I will be happy with my crammed coach seat, with it's 2 inches of recline, while I look around other people's heads to try and get a glimpse of the movie that is being shown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-5020467112175836980?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/5020467112175836980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=5020467112175836980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/5020467112175836980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/5020467112175836980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-first-class.html' title='First, First Class'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SmCVHDFWTyI/AAAAAAAAAg8/-BQpzwjQRa8/s72-c/firstBed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-637375398204731090</id><published>2009-07-21T07:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T07:52:00.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've learned from T.V. (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SkD7ICCc2XI/AAAAAAAAAe8/gb61kxaYOAo/s1600-h/threescompany.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350552472720824690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SkD7ICCc2XI/AAAAAAAAAe8/gb61kxaYOAo/s200/threescompany.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People say that you can never learn anything by watching television. As a huge fan of the medium, I must disagree. I am a firm believer that you can gain great amounts of knowledge by watching t.v. This is my second post in which I will highlight some of the useful information that I now have stored in my brain because of television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three's Company:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most prominent lesson I have learned from watching Three's Company is that eavesdropping, although often tempting to do, only leads to misunderstandings and awkward situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also learned that, no matter how difficult times may be, pretending you are gay is not always the best course of action.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-637375398204731090?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/637375398204731090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=637375398204731090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/637375398204731090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/637375398204731090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-ive-learned-from-tv-2.html' title='What I&apos;ve learned from T.V. (2)'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SkD7ICCc2XI/AAAAAAAAAe8/gb61kxaYOAo/s72-c/threescompany.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-7601166038911135275</id><published>2009-07-20T07:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T07:53:00.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...in front of a live studio audience</title><content type='html'>In a previous &lt;a href="http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/07/rita-rocks.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;, I told you about attending the taping of "Rita Rocks", with the exception of one minor incident. I call it an incident, because it was nothing short of brutal. Here is what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the taping begins, and during the breaks between scenes, there is a comedian that entertains the live audience. Well, at one point, the comedian asks if there is anyone in the audience that can juggle. No one, in the entire audience, raised their hand. That was, until my wife, Sarah, raised her hand, pointed at me, and hollered "He can juggle!" The problem...I can't juggle. It is probably better stated that I can barely juggle. Nothing more than that at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The comedian saw Sarah pointing at me and beckoned me to the front. I assured him that I really couldn't juggle. However, he wouldn't take no for an answer. At some point he had the audience chanting my name. So, to my dismay, there I was, in front of the entire, live studio audience, the "Rocky" theme playing in the background, showing my lack of juggling skills. And, to top it all off, it wasn't just for one break between scenes, but more like four or five times I had to juggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end, I was starting to get into my groove. I was able to keep all three balls going for at least 10-15 seconds at a time. I will have to admit, it was fun and I got a free T-shirt out of the deal. I even had a couple of people in the elevator, after leaving the show, tell me how much they liked my juggling. It was pretty cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-7601166038911135275?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/7601166038911135275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=7601166038911135275' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/7601166038911135275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/7601166038911135275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-front-of-live-studio-audience.html' title='...in front of a live studio audience'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-6298032556833077399</id><published>2009-07-19T08:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T08:17:01.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>National Ice Cream Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SjpGYYKWK_I/AAAAAAAAAc0/YlEjU9wDQDw/s1600-h/Ice-Cream-Cones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348664892072537074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SjpGYYKWK_I/AAAAAAAAAc0/YlEjU9wDQDw/s200/Ice-Cream-Cones.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In 1984, President Ronald Regan declared July National Ice Cream month and the third Sunday in July as National Ice Cream day. So today, my friend, is National Ice Cream Day! What does that mean for you and me? That means that today we can eat all the ice cream we want and not have to feel even a little bit guilty. After all, we are just celebrating the freedom provided to us by our forefathers. In fact, it would be down right unpatriotic to not have an extra scoop or two. So, make sure to enjoy your Ice Cream on this very special day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-6298032556833077399?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/6298032556833077399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=6298032556833077399' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/6298032556833077399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/6298032556833077399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/07/national-ice-cream-day.html' title='National Ice Cream Day!'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SjpGYYKWK_I/AAAAAAAAAc0/YlEjU9wDQDw/s72-c/Ice-Cream-Cones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-593228201840428029</id><published>2009-07-18T08:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T08:01:00.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ketchup? Really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SkEI7WEn8PI/AAAAAAAAAfs/VsoEXoBYEQQ/s1600-h/no_ketchup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350567647923138802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SkEI7WEn8PI/AAAAAAAAAfs/VsoEXoBYEQQ/s200/no_ketchup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the most part, when I sit down to eat with someone, I don't care what they eat or how they eat it. My sister, Tammy, used to dip her pizza in ketchup. Sure, disgusting, but I didn't care. I have eaten with several people that dip their french fries in ranch dressing. That's fine too (I actually kind of like that one myself). However, the one thing that I can't stand is when someone puts ketchup on their hot dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is, but it is just wrong. I think it disrespects the hot dog, and I won't stand for that! If you have to go with a singular condiment for your hot dog, it must always be mustard. There are many, many other acceptable hot dog toppings, just not ketchup. There are onions, chili, cheese, and even sauerkraut, all of which are perfectly fine. I am even willing to listen to other exotic items as possible hot dog toppings. Anything, as long as it isn't ketchup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a personal thing against ketchup. In fact, I think ketchup is perfectly acceptable on many other things, just not hot dogs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-593228201840428029?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/593228201840428029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=593228201840428029' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/593228201840428029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/593228201840428029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/07/ketchup-really.html' title='Ketchup? Really?'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SkEI7WEn8PI/AAAAAAAAAfs/VsoEXoBYEQQ/s72-c/no_ketchup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-8437054116368203199</id><published>2009-07-17T07:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T13:28:23.429-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gordon Ramsay - London West Hollywood II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sl_caR66hlI/AAAAAAAAAgs/OxQWvZsXsdw/s1600-h/ramsay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359244425639396946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sl_caR66hlI/AAAAAAAAAgs/OxQWvZsXsdw/s200/ramsay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My worries about eating at Gordon Ramsay at the London West Hollywood, from a previous &lt;a href="http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/07/gordon-ramsay-london-west-hollywood.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;, proved to be unfounded. Our lunch turned out to be wonderful. We knew it would be a bit expensive going in, but, afterwards, I felt that it was well worth the splurge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of the highlights from our dining. I started with an asparagus risotto that was amazing. It was finished with mascarpone and aged Parmesan. So, good! I also had, what had to be ranked toward the top of the best steaks I have ever had. It was a seared rib eye steak with horse radish pomme puree and truffle sauce. Just delicious! Sarah had a chicken dish that was really great too. Her highlight was the dessert. She loves grapefruit, so she tried the grapefruit sorbet with a grapefruit foam. She loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the next time we watch "Hell's Kitchen" and see Gordon Ramsay yelling at his chef's, I will better understand that he knows exactly what he is doing. The food that comes out of a Gordon Ramsay kitchen is truly world class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-8437054116368203199?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/8437054116368203199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=8437054116368203199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/8437054116368203199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/8437054116368203199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/07/gordon-ramsay-london-west-hollywood-ii.html' title='Gordon Ramsay - London West Hollywood II'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sl_caR66hlI/AAAAAAAAAgs/OxQWvZsXsdw/s72-c/ramsay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-6976914303123709013</id><published>2009-07-16T07:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T09:18:17.879-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rita Rocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sly9s1GqUiI/AAAAAAAAAgk/ezOgr9W6gxQ/s1600-h/ritarocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358366234530959906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sly9s1GqUiI/AAAAAAAAAgk/ezOgr9W6gxQ/s200/ritarocks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We just recently returned from our trip to Hollywood, California. We had a great time. We did a lot of fun things. One of the most enjoyable things we did was attend a taping of the sitcom "Rita Rocks". The show stars Nicole Sullivan (King of Queens) and co-stars Tisha Campbell-Martin (My wife and kids) and Richard Ruccolo (Two guys, a girl, and a Pizza Place).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very interesting to see how a t.v. show comes together. From the stars to the director to the camera guys to all the assistants, everyone had their own roles to play to contribute to the final product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most interesting things to watch was how the writers got together after every scene. You could see that they were discussing how the scene went and whether or not to make changes. A few times they would then re-shoot the scene with a new joke in place. I assume the original joke, that looked good on paper, didn't play out how they thought it would, so they changed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you ever have a chance to attend a live taping of any show, I would suggest you do so. It is a lot of fun. And, I would also recommend checking out "Rita Rocks" when it starts again in the fall on Lifetime. It is a pretty funny show that they whole family can watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-6976914303123709013?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/6976914303123709013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=6976914303123709013' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/6976914303123709013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/6976914303123709013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/07/rita-rocks.html' title='Rita Rocks'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sly9s1GqUiI/AAAAAAAAAgk/ezOgr9W6gxQ/s72-c/ritarocks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-3384494906876914819</id><published>2009-07-15T08:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T08:07:00.272-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Men's Room Etiquette</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SkEFPnWFwnI/AAAAAAAAAfU/RjVEhoc7CK4/s1600-h/men"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350563598110671474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SkEFPnWFwnI/AAAAAAAAAfU/RjVEhoc7CK4/s200/men%27s.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In many areas of our society, it seems that proper etiquette has been lacking for some time now. No area is that more evident then when it comes to the Men's room. I feel that this is not, necessarily, due to a wanton disregard for proper behavior, but a lack of knowledge of how to act once inside the Men's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, I have decided to take it upon myself to help educate the men in our society, as it pertains to proper Men's room etiquette. It is quite simple to practice proper Men's room etiquette as long as a few rules are adhered to. Here are the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) It is alright to talk to someone in the Men's room up until the point you start to reach the urinal area (approximately a 10 foot radius). Once within this area, all conversation must stop. Conversation may resume once out of this 10 foot circle. No matter who is next to you, even a long lost friend you haven't seen in years, there is to be no conversation in the 10 foot "Urinal Circle".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) When choosing a urinal to take care of your "business", you must choose a urinal that is not adjacent to a urinal that is currently being used by a fellow patron. For instance, if you enter a restroom with three urinals and the one to the far left is being used, you must use the one to the far right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special note: If there are only three urinals available and both the left most and right most urinal are being used, you must then use a stall. If no stall is available, you must come back when the restroom is less crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) A few short items that you would think should be common sense, but apparently not:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) No food or drink of any kind is to be taken into a public Men's room. Just plain disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) Footwear is mandatory for a public Men's room. Again, just disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C) When using a urinal, you must look straight forward at the wall in front of you and no where else. For obvious reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D) Absolutely no contact is to be made with another patron while in the Men's room. No handshakes, no high fives, no pats on the back. Again, the reasoning behind this should be obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that posting this will help bring back civility to the Men's room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-3384494906876914819?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/3384494906876914819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=3384494906876914819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/3384494906876914819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/3384494906876914819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/07/mens-room-etiquette.html' title='Men&apos;s Room Etiquette'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SkEFPnWFwnI/AAAAAAAAAfU/RjVEhoc7CK4/s72-c/men%27s.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-6485917641189449739</id><published>2009-07-14T07:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T07:56:00.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've learned from T.V. (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SkD6qZTkpUI/AAAAAAAAAe0/rFHimCT6qcI/s1600-h/brady-bunch-2-727978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350551963570578754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SkD6qZTkpUI/AAAAAAAAAe0/rFHimCT6qcI/s200/brady-bunch-2-727978.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People say that you can never learn anything by watching television. As a huge fan of the medium, I must disagree. I am a firm believer that you can gain great amounts of knowledge by watching t.v. In this post, and future posts, I will highlight some of the useful information that I now have stored in my brain because of television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Brady Bunch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Brady Bunch has taught me many valuable things. The first thing it has taught me is that a blended family, although it may be difficult at first, can truly work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also now know that "stinker" is not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;socially&lt;/span&gt; appropriate name to call someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When catching a football, it is always preferable to catch it with your hands or arms, rather then your nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the Brady Bunch has taught me that, when it's time to change you've got to rearrange, who you are into what you're gonna be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-6485917641189449739?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/6485917641189449739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=6485917641189449739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/6485917641189449739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/6485917641189449739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-ive-learned-from-tv-1.html' title='What I&apos;ve learned from T.V. (1)'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SkD6qZTkpUI/AAAAAAAAAe0/rFHimCT6qcI/s72-c/brady-bunch-2-727978.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-3749684650880724418</id><published>2009-07-13T08:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T08:11:00.879-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What in the world did you say to me? IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sdpsy7ptbyI/AAAAAAAAAUE/XU81WjEdzBQ/s1600-h/white_castle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321685531953557282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sdpsy7ptbyI/AAAAAAAAAUE/XU81WjEdzBQ/s200/white_castle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This "What in the world did you say to me" moment happened at a White Castle restaurant. It was a Friday morning, around 11:00 and I stopped in to buy lunch for my team at work. I was the only person in the restaurant at the time. I walk to the counter and here is the exchange:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I will take 20 cheeseburgers, 20 hamburgers, 5 orders of onion petals, and 5 orders of fries."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White Castle counter guy: "Sure, will that be for here or to go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't say anything, but thought to myself, "What in the world did you say to me?" It was probably more like, "Did you really just ask me that question?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long pause, he responded, "Oh. I guess that would be to go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure the guy just gets used to saying "For here or to go", but it just stuck out as funny to me. I don't know that I have ever ordered that much food at once, and the one time I do, the guy seems to think I might be capable of eating all of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-3749684650880724418?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/3749684650880724418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=3749684650880724418' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/3749684650880724418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/3749684650880724418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-in-world-did-you-say-to-me-iv.html' title='What in the world did you say to me? IV'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sdpsy7ptbyI/AAAAAAAAAUE/XU81WjEdzBQ/s72-c/white_castle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-4941642615412952186</id><published>2009-07-12T07:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T07:56:00.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty Pleasures (music)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sa2aXcviCeI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Wdqb2i57gwQ/s1600-h/tiffany.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309069263382907362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sa2aXcviCeI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Wdqb2i57gwQ/s200/tiffany.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you ever find yourself listening to and enjoying a song that you wouldn't dare let other people know about? If so, you, my friend, have a guilty pleasure song. I actually have a few. At the risk of embarrassing myself, I am going to list them here. However, you can continue to read this only if you agree to post a comment with your guilty pleasure song. Think of it as group therapy. Here's my list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we're alone now - Tiffany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be (500 Miles) - The Proclaimers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U can't touch this - MC Hammer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rose - Bette Midler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you talk to an angel? - The Heights (Jamie Walters)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now your turn. What is your guilty pleasure song?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-4941642615412952186?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/4941642615412952186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=4941642615412952186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/4941642615412952186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/4941642615412952186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/07/guilty-pleasures-music.html' title='Guilty Pleasures (music)'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sa2aXcviCeI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Wdqb2i57gwQ/s72-c/tiffany.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-7954227409636359412</id><published>2009-07-11T08:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T08:15:00.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gordon Ramsay - London West Hollywood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SkDieM3UxhI/AAAAAAAAAes/LKhjXvQK9oU/s1600-h/gordonlondonwesthollywood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350525365793375762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SkDieM3UxhI/AAAAAAAAAes/LKhjXvQK9oU/s200/gordonlondonwesthollywood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is the day we will be having lunch at Gordon Ramsay at the London West Hollywood. As fans of the show, Hell's Kitchen, we have always wanted to try a Gordon Ramsay restaurant. I am really looking forward to this. However, I am a little concerned with the menu. It certainly contains many things I have never tried, but, I am up for an adventure. With items such as tuna tar tare and braised ox tongue, I hope my stomach is up for an adventure as well! Here is a link to the &lt;a href="http://www.gordonramsay.com/gratthelondonwh/menus/"&gt;lunch menu&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-7954227409636359412?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/7954227409636359412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=7954227409636359412' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/7954227409636359412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/7954227409636359412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/07/gordon-ramsay-london-west-hollywood.html' title='Gordon Ramsay - London West Hollywood'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SkDieM3UxhI/AAAAAAAAAes/LKhjXvQK9oU/s72-c/gordonlondonwesthollywood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-3369278936953514354</id><published>2009-07-10T08:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:11:00.132-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sjku89fAr2I/AAAAAAAAAck/wukiC3Z9XcM/s1600-h/camping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348357657310834530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sjku89fAr2I/AAAAAAAAAck/wukiC3Z9XcM/s200/camping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we are on vacation, staying in a very nice hotel, I am reminded of how some people choose to spend their vacations. To some, camping is the greatest vacation there is. I would not be one of those people. I just don't understand why people love to go camping, yet, every summer, camp grounds are packed with people. I can understand the cost savings of camping. If you want to go somewhere and a hotel room is too expensive, camping can be that cost effective way to still go on that vacation. I get that. However, the people that their only reason to go camping is the enjoyment they get from camping, I don't understand. It just doesn't make sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant inventors have come up with things that give us comfort, things like air conditioning, indoor running water, a bed. Why would you purposefully give these things up? And, probably my most pressing question for you camping loving people is that, if you are the type that gets no greater joy then when you are camping, then why do you have a house? If camping and living that lifestyle are so awesome, why not live that way 365 days a year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you enjoy camping? If so, please let me know why? I don't know that I would ever change my mind about camping, but would be interested in hearing your point of view on the subject.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-3369278936953514354?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/3369278936953514354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=3369278936953514354' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/3369278936953514354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/3369278936953514354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/07/camping.html' title='Camping'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sjku89fAr2I/AAAAAAAAAck/wukiC3Z9XcM/s72-c/camping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-4900637634003972379</id><published>2009-07-09T06:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T06:01:01.194-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving, on a Jet Plane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SkEEQqLs4xI/AAAAAAAAAfM/eo2iSpFykt8/s1600-h/star.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350562516540646162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SkEEQqLs4xI/AAAAAAAAAfM/eo2iSpFykt8/s200/star.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This morning, we leave from Norfolk, Virginia headed for Los Angeles, California. I'm not looking forward to the 6 1/2 hour flight time, but I'm very excited to get to Hollywood. We are sad to leave the boys for 4 days, but they will be in very capable hands. And, I am a firm believer that a husband and wife need to, periodically, take a few days away from their children. It will strengthen our marriage in the long run. Besides, the boys could probably use a few days away from us as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, were off to Hollywood&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-4900637634003972379?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/4900637634003972379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=4900637634003972379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/4900637634003972379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/4900637634003972379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/07/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='Leaving, on a Jet Plane'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SkEEQqLs4xI/AAAAAAAAAfM/eo2iSpFykt8/s72-c/star.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-4668252820369383741</id><published>2009-07-08T08:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T08:02:00.564-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chad Jarnagin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SkDYg3p_X8I/AAAAAAAAAec/sEnl4B2DIXM/s1600-h/chad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350514416523632578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SkDYg3p_X8I/AAAAAAAAAec/sEnl4B2DIXM/s200/chad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I mentioned in yesterday's &lt;a href="http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/07/facebook.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;, I have recently started my own Facebook page. It has allowed me to reconnect with a lot of friends from my past. It is really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One such person, I reconnected with, is a friend that we went to the same church and elementary school growing up. His name is Chad Jarnigan. What I knew about Chad was that he moved away to sing in a gospel quartet. They were really good. I knew they had put out a couple albums and toured around a bit. However, that was about all I had known about what happened to Chad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After connecting through Facebook, I was happy to learn that Chad has done some awesome things. Check out his website, &lt;a href="http://chadjarnagin.com/"&gt;chadjarnigan.com&lt;/a&gt;. He is currently the Worship arts Pastor at &lt;a href="http://www.rollinghillscommunity.org/"&gt;Rolling Hills Community Church&lt;/a&gt; in Nashville, Tennessee. According to his site, he has toured over 1800 shows/events. He has performed in many sports stadiums and arenas. Needless to say, he has made a great life for himself. I am proud to say that I know him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-4668252820369383741?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/4668252820369383741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=4668252820369383741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/4668252820369383741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/4668252820369383741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/07/chad-jarnagin.html' title='Chad Jarnagin'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SkDYg3p_X8I/AAAAAAAAAec/sEnl4B2DIXM/s72-c/chad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-6813164067032989190</id><published>2009-07-07T07:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T07:54:00.259-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>Now that I am leading the College age Ministry, at Liberty Heights Church, I have been encouraged to start my very own Facebook page. Apparently, everyone who is anyone has a Facebook page. And now, that includes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook is a great tool to reconnect with people you haven't talked to in years, as well as keeping up with the goings on of people that we do see frequently, but had no idea what their day to day life was like. Facebook is also a great tool to communicate things to large groups of people very quickly. That is my main hope for use with our College Ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that haven't used it, Facebook allows two users to declare themselves "friends". So, when you first start using Facebook, you, kind of, feel like the kid sitting alone at the lunch table. You see everyone else with lots of "friends", but you don't have any. Slowly, but surely, people you know start "friending" you. I have to admit, it was a pretty good feeling to pass the 100 friend mark. Of course, I then took a look at some of the members of our College ministry and see that a few have well over 700 "friends". That puts me back in my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you haven't signed up for Facebook, you should. It is pretty cool. Besides, I could always use another "friend".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-6813164067032989190?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/6813164067032989190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=6813164067032989190' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/6813164067032989190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/6813164067032989190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/07/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-9099347160761431673</id><published>2009-07-06T08:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T08:18:00.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What in the world did you say to me? III</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SkEIFB554iI/AAAAAAAAAfk/fTQTvigU_BM/s1600-h/pennstation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350566714796532258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 57px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SkEIFB554iI/AAAAAAAAAfk/fTQTvigU_BM/s200/pennstation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a recount of a "What in the world did you say to me?" moment I was a witness to. I was standing in line at Penn Station restaurant (For those of you that may not know, Penn Station is a east coast style sub shop). I had placed my order and was waiting on it to be cooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the restaurant entrance, I see a guy walk in and immediately realize that he knew one of the guys working behind the counter. The conversation went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "Bill, man, I haven't seen you in forever. What have you been up to?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worker: "Not much. How about you? Where are you working?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "I've been working at this store in the mall. I am now the assistant manager."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worker: "Man, that is great to hear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it happened. The "What in the world did you say to me?" moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "So, where are you working?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worker responded with some version of "What in the world did you say to me?" I think it may have been more like, "What kind of stupid question is that? You see me behind this counter with an apron and a spatula, don't you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation ended with the worker turning around and never again acknowledging that the customer was still in the restaurant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-9099347160761431673?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/9099347160761431673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=9099347160761431673' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/9099347160761431673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/9099347160761431673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-in-world-did-you-say-to-me-iii.html' title='What in the world did you say to me? III'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SkEIFB554iI/AAAAAAAAAfk/fTQTvigU_BM/s72-c/pennstation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-5623577898174396489</id><published>2009-07-05T08:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T08:12:00.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Outsiders</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sj_TO2RzNbI/AAAAAAAAAeU/qlfIHbgeiCI/s1600-h/OUTSIDERSCAST.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350227134381241778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sj_TO2RzNbI/AAAAAAAAAeU/qlfIHbgeiCI/s200/OUTSIDERSCAST.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my all time favorite movies, that was originally a best selling book, was "The Outsiders". This movie may have had the all time greatest cast, from top to bottom, of any movie. How about these names? Tom Cruise, Patrick Swayze, C. Thomas Howell, Ralph Macchio, Emilio Estevez, Rob Lowe, Diane Lane, Leif Garret, and Matt Dillon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie also has my favorite character name of all time, Sodapop Curtis. I just think it is a cool name. So cool, in fact, that I begged my wife to let us name a child Sodapop, but should wouldn't go for it. (She wanted S names and Sodapop is an S name) If you have seen the movie or read the book, you know that Sodapop was one of three brothers. His youngest brother (And the star of the movie/book) was named Ponyboy, another original name. Then there was the oldest brother, Darrell. Really? Darrell? Sodapop, Ponyboy, and then Darrell? I think the author must have gotten tired of coming up with really cool names. Not that Darrell isn't a fine name, but it is nothing compared to Sodapop or Ponyboy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have never seen the movie or read the book, I would suggest doing so. Both are great. If you have read the book or seen the movie, I have 2 words for you, "Stay Golden".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sj_TBZAWWeI/AAAAAAAAAeM/luVdysoPtak/s1600-h/nothinggoldcanstay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350226903185119714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sj_TBZAWWeI/AAAAAAAAAeM/luVdysoPtak/s200/nothinggoldcanstay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-5623577898174396489?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/5623577898174396489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=5623577898174396489' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/5623577898174396489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/5623577898174396489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/07/outsiders.html' title='The Outsiders'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sj_TO2RzNbI/AAAAAAAAAeU/qlfIHbgeiCI/s72-c/OUTSIDERSCAST.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-7754876127319080609</id><published>2009-07-04T08:07:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T08:07:00.625-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sku9Jt0SBnI/AAAAAAAAAgU/rb2E03xsj84/s1600-h/fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353580556675319410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sku9Jt0SBnI/AAAAAAAAAgU/rb2E03xsj84/s200/fireworks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the coolest perks of our new house happens on the 4th of July. In our town of Monroe, Ohio, each year they celebrate the 4th with a very nice fireworks display. Last year, with Slade only being a few months old, we decided that going to the park to watch the fireworks was in the "too hard" category. So, we chose to stay home. We happened to be upstairs when we heard the fireworks start and took a look outside to see if we could see anything. We discovered that we had a great view of the fireworks from our master bedroom. We opened the curtains, brought the boys to the window, and enjoyed a great fireworks show from the comfort of our own house. It was great. And, we didn't even have to fight the crowds to get back home after the fireworks, because we were already there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, however, we are out of town for the 4th and will have to miss the Monroe fireworks. We are spending the week in Virginia with Sarah's parents and, I am sure, will be checking out a fireworks display in their town. They do have fireworks in Virginia, don't they?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-7754876127319080609?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/7754876127319080609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=7754876127319080609' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/7754876127319080609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/7754876127319080609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/07/independence-day.html' title='Independence Day'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sku9Jt0SBnI/AAAAAAAAAgU/rb2E03xsj84/s72-c/fireworks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-4772790892302943175</id><published>2009-07-03T08:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T08:02:00.835-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SkDeg1rSi-I/AAAAAAAAAek/3geWExHPzT0/s1600-h/hollywood-sign-los-angeles-cahd6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350521013061979106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SkDeg1rSi-I/AAAAAAAAAek/3geWExHPzT0/s200/hollywood-sign-los-angeles-cahd6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm on Vacation! Today we are leaving for a few days in Virginia, then we are off to Hollywood, California!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Hollywood, we will be staying at the Renaissance Hotel, which is right next to Grauman's Chinese theatre (The one with all the star's hand prints) and the Walk of Fame. We plan on trying a world famous Pink's hot dog and I am trying to talk Sarah into a stop by Roscoe's House of Chicken and Waffles. We also have a lunch reservation at Gordon Ramsay at the London West Hollywood. More about that in another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have tickets to a sitcom taping and will do lots of other touristy things. We will also take these few days to sleep in! That might be one of the best parts of the whole trip. I will make sure to blog some of the highlights when we get back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-4772790892302943175?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/4772790892302943175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=4772790892302943175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/4772790892302943175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/4772790892302943175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-vacation.html' title='Another Vacation'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SkDeg1rSi-I/AAAAAAAAAek/3geWExHPzT0/s72-c/hollywood-sign-los-angeles-cahd6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-7773437116900021170</id><published>2009-07-02T08:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T08:01:02.741-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sj_LzYnvUYI/AAAAAAAAAds/oz4YZ71A0PQ/s1600-h/packing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350218965982335362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sj_LzYnvUYI/AAAAAAAAAds/oz4YZ71A0PQ/s200/packing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tomorrow, we leave for another vacation. Being on vacation is wonderful. However, the day before vacation, is the worst. Why? Because I hate to pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire process of packing frustrates me. It starts with deciding what to take. Is it going to be cold or hot? Are we going to be casual or do we need to dress up some days? Do I need dress shoes or will tennis shoes do the trick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, once I decide on what to take, cramming all my clean, wrinkle free clothes into a small suitcase, just knowing they will be wrinkled when I get them out, is maddening. Because of my indecisiveness, I tend to overpack. So, of course, overpacking means even more wrinkles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after stuffing the suitcase full, the worry sets in. Did I pack everything? Do I need another shirt or another pair of pants? Will my mouthwash spill out all over my clothes. So frustrating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tomorrow, all the frustration will end. I will be on vacation! Anything I didn't pack, I'll either do without or buy another one when we reach our destination. I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-7773437116900021170?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/7773437116900021170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=7773437116900021170' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/7773437116900021170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/7773437116900021170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/07/packing.html' title='Packing'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sj_LzYnvUYI/AAAAAAAAAds/oz4YZ71A0PQ/s72-c/packing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-8330307370828406764</id><published>2009-07-01T08:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T08:16:02.338-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Be a Radical</title><content type='html'>When it comes to the big things in life, I tend to be very conservative. I don't really like to take chances. Sure, on small things, I can take a few chances, because, with small things, what I may lose by taking a chance is also small. I want to stop being so conservative and start being radical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I mean by that, is that I am challenging myself to step out and take a risk that is so radical that, as God calls me to take that risk, the only way to accomplish anything is for God to step in and intervene on my behalf. Something that is so out of my comfort zone that I can only be successful through and by Him. I want God to take someone like me, that may not be equipped or gifted for what He is calling me to do and for Him to lead me step by step through it, to bring Himself even greater glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it that God is calling you to today? What is it that, as we speak, you are not equipped to accomplish and only through God's grace and mercy will you have the tools to be successful? Whatever it is, I pray that we step up to become radical!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-8330307370828406764?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/8330307370828406764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=8330307370828406764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/8330307370828406764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/8330307370828406764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/07/be-radical.html' title='Be a Radical'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-3786168494877696961</id><published>2009-06-30T08:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T08:16:01.107-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ear Worms</title><content type='html'>Do you ever get a song stuck in your head and can't seem to stop singing it all day long? Unfortunately, this happens to me quite often. I will hear a small clip on the radio or someone I work with might be singing it, then I pick it up and can't get rid of it for the rest of the day. Even the mention of the title of the song will get it stuck in my head. It can be maddening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently there is now a term for this. That term, "Ear Worms". I guess I can see why they call it that. I thought I would share with you a list of my top "Ear Worms".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kung Fu Fighting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Facts of Life theme (You take the good, you take the bad...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Chili's Baby back ribs (I want my baby back, baby back, baby back ribs...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Whistling the Andy Griffith theme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The lollipop guild from the Wizard of Oz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I wanna be (500 Miles) by the Proclaimers (I would walk 500 miles, and I would walk 500 more...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Big Mac song (Two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I have gotten at least one of these songs to stick in your head. You're welcome, by the way. What "Ear Worms" do you seem to always get stuck in your head?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-3786168494877696961?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/3786168494877696961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=3786168494877696961' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/3786168494877696961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/3786168494877696961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/06/ear-worms.html' title='Ear Worms'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-9105977633894748478</id><published>2009-06-29T07:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T07:57:02.314-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Astro Turf Lawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SghC-UYVVSI/AAAAAAAAAXc/SDlUa0eQR2c/s1600-h/astroturf02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334587397010445602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SghC-UYVVSI/AAAAAAAAAXc/SDlUa0eQR2c/s200/astroturf02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hate mowing the lawn. It is one of those tasks that I dread doing for days before I have to actually do it. Besides the fact that it is a completely wasted hour and a half of my life, the main reason I hate it is the effect it has on my allergies. Fresh cut grass is one of my strongest allergies. Mowing the yard will usually mess me up for at least a couple days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream is to someday be able to AstroTurf my entire lawn. I would do it now if I had enough money, which I don't, and my homeowners association would allow it, which they wouldn't. Just think about it. It would be green year round. You would never have to water it. And, the biggest advantage, I wouldn't be allergic to it. Yep, that's my dream!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-9105977633894748478?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/9105977633894748478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=9105977633894748478' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/9105977633894748478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/9105977633894748478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/06/astro-turf-lawn.html' title='Astro Turf Lawn'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SghC-UYVVSI/AAAAAAAAAXc/SDlUa0eQR2c/s72-c/astroturf02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-3003256002778271019</id><published>2009-06-28T07:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T07:55:00.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Bunny goes to the Doc</title><content type='html'>For my readers that don't live in Virginia and haven't seen it, I wanted to share with you another video from &lt;a href="http://www.watersedgechurch.net/"&gt;Waters Edge Church&lt;/a&gt;, in York Town, Virginia. It stars my Father-in-law, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0791851/"&gt;Bob Shepherd&lt;/a&gt;. It was a video they used around Easter time. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eiW5cO97LrM&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-3003256002778271019?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/3003256002778271019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=3003256002778271019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/3003256002778271019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/3003256002778271019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/06/easter-bunny-goes-to-doc.html' title='Easter Bunny goes to the Doc'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-5398519247688320050</id><published>2009-06-27T08:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T08:22:00.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Odd Potato Chip Flavors</title><content type='html'>In my quest to prove that Pizza and potato chips do go together, I ran across some odd flavors for potato chips. Here are a few of them. (Click on each picture to see it bigger if you can't read the label)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sjj0DuoI6qI/AAAAAAAAAb0/cEc2uphiYXg/s1600-h/walkers_cajun_squirrel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348292902395636386" style="WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sjj0DuoI6qI/AAAAAAAAAb0/cEc2uphiYXg/s200/walkers_cajun_squirrel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sjj0DSTsjCI/AAAAAAAAAbs/PjIyB7J1xyI/s1600-h/turkeyandbaconchips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348292894793698338" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sjj0DSTsjCI/AAAAAAAAAbs/PjIyB7J1xyI/s200/turkeyandbaconchips.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sjjz0Yl6QnI/AAAAAAAAAbk/8bOs1aJLdXs/s1600-h/porkribchips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348292638782669426" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sjjz0Yl6QnI/AAAAAAAAAbk/8bOs1aJLdXs/s200/porkribchips.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sjjzk_AWvRI/AAAAAAAAAbc/DpoM7wzNHzU/s1600-h/coneychips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348292374216228114" style="WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sjjzk_AWvRI/AAAAAAAAAbc/DpoM7wzNHzU/s200/coneychips.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348292237742021410" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SjjzdCmXmyI/AAAAAAAAAbU/qAryoLg-QCI/s200/buttermilkchips.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SjjzTOUZoRI/AAAAAAAAAbM/4uDjobgD4m4/s1600-h/blueberrypotatochips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348292069089190162" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SjjzTOUZoRI/AAAAAAAAAbM/4uDjobgD4m4/s200/blueberrypotatochips.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are some of the odd flavors of potato chips you've tried?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-5398519247688320050?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/5398519247688320050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=5398519247688320050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/5398519247688320050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/5398519247688320050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/06/odd-potato-chip-flavors.html' title='Odd Potato Chip Flavors'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sjj0DuoI6qI/AAAAAAAAAb0/cEc2uphiYXg/s72-c/walkers_cajun_squirrel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-783584647983688123</id><published>2009-06-26T08:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T08:37:17.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SkS_7WAzdHI/AAAAAAAAAf0/fiCH0th5i4c/s1600-h/thriller-michael-jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351613283465131122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SkS_7WAzdHI/AAAAAAAAAf0/fiCH0th5i4c/s200/thriller-michael-jackson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was sitting by my wife's office at our church last night, waiting for VBS parent night to start, when I heard about the passing of Michael Jackson. Like most people, I will always remember where I was and what I was doing when I heard the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson, despite all his oddity in his personal life, was, for my money, the greatest entertainer of my lifetime. He is my generations Elvis. No matter what you may think of him personally, you will have to agree that he was an amazing showman and made incredible music that will last far past his time on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to figure out my favorite Michael Jackson song. It is so hard to choose. I would say that Thriller was my favorite video, however, favorite song is much harder to pick. I like all the classics, Billie Jean, Beat it, The way you make me feel. I even like some of his other songs like Man in the mirror. However, my favorite song, I think, would be Smooth Criminal. I am not sure why, I just like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we lost a legend. Michael Jackson, your music and your contributions to the entertainment world will be greatly missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-783584647983688123?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/783584647983688123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=783584647983688123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/783584647983688123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/783584647983688123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jackson.html' title='Michael Jackson'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SkS_7WAzdHI/AAAAAAAAAf0/fiCH0th5i4c/s72-c/thriller-michael-jackson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-7074655794680755203</id><published>2009-06-25T07:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T07:53:00.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Couch Surfing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SkEHyKWMo5I/AAAAAAAAAfc/J7-UgbCRbPU/s1600-h/comfy-couch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350566390645171090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SkEHyKWMo5I/AAAAAAAAAfc/J7-UgbCRbPU/s200/comfy-couch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other day, I was reading "Collegiate" magazine and ran across a write up talking about the website &lt;a href="http://www.couchsurfing.org/"&gt;Couchsurfing.org&lt;/a&gt;. Apparently, this is a network of people, worldwide, that are willing to allow a traveler to crash on their couch or in their spare room when visiting that person's town. In turn, the person that offered their couch will then be able to call on someone else to stay on their couch, when they are traveling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds like a neat idea, but a little scary. Both allowing a stranger to stay in my house or staying in the home of someone I don't know, would worry me a bit. But, if I could get past the worry, I am sure it would be a great thing to offer up my spare room to someone. To me, it kind of seems like something Jesus would call us to do, give something we have to benefit a stranger. Unfortunately, I am not quite there yet. Sure, I would let anyone I know crash on my couch or stay in my guest room, but opening my home to complete strangers is something I will have to pray about. But, I still think it is a neat idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-7074655794680755203?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/7074655794680755203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=7074655794680755203' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/7074655794680755203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/7074655794680755203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/06/couch-surfing.html' title='Couch Surfing'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SkEHyKWMo5I/AAAAAAAAAfc/J7-UgbCRbPU/s72-c/comfy-couch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-5656952608967735399</id><published>2009-06-24T08:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T08:06:57.592-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza and Potato chips II</title><content type='html'>In a previous &lt;a href="http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/03/pizza-and-potato-chips.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;, I discussed how my wife and in-laws thought I was crazy for eating potato chips with my pizza. They tried to say that eating potato chips with pizza must be an Ohio thing. They even went as far as to laugh at me. Today, however, the joke is on them. How much more proof do you need that pizza and potato chips go together then this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SjjuiQA1jVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/NLT3ENYDlL8/s1600-h/pringlespizza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348286829683903826" style="WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SjjuiQA1jVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/NLT3ENYDlL8/s200/pringlespizza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sjjuc35w9fI/AAAAAAAAAa8/F4E8McuNrOk/s1600-h/pizzachips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348286737312445938" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sjjuc35w9fI/AAAAAAAAAa8/F4E8McuNrOk/s200/pizzachips.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SjjuVs6CUPI/AAAAAAAAAa0/qVpXKB417y8/s1600-h/Calbee-PC-Pizza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348286614101709042" style="WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SjjuVs6CUPI/AAAAAAAAAa0/qVpXKB417y8/s200/Calbee-PC-Pizza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would such reputable chip companies sell these chips if pizza and potato chips didn't go together? (Ok, I have never heard of Herr's or Calbee, but you have to give me Pringles. Everyone has heard of Pringles) So, to the Shepherd family, I say Ha! Pizza and potato chips do go together!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-5656952608967735399?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/5656952608967735399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=5656952608967735399' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/5656952608967735399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/5656952608967735399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/06/pizza-and-potato-chips-ii.html' title='Pizza and Potato chips II'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SjjuiQA1jVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/NLT3ENYDlL8/s72-c/pringlespizza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-1612439785387021697</id><published>2009-06-23T08:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T08:01:51.415-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Guys Burgers and Fries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sj_QV4Gt4JI/AAAAAAAAAd0/7SVYqZTk5r0/s1600-h/five_guys_e_1680_1050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350223956595826834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sj_QV4Gt4JI/AAAAAAAAAd0/7SVYqZTk5r0/s200/five_guys_e_1680_1050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What may be the best chain burger joint in the entire world, has finally come to Cincinnati. Five Guys Burgers and Fries just opened it's newest location in Cincinnati on June 19th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've never been to a Five Guys, it is a must go. Their hamburgers are as wonderful as they are huge. Each burger comes with a choice of toppings at no extra charge. My choices are cheese, bacon, grilled onions, grilled mushrooms, and A-1 sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Guys also serve what are probably the best french fries I have ever eaten. They are fresh cut and fried to a golden crispness. The fries also come Cajun style, for those that like a little spice on their fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you're in the Cincinnati area and have never enjoyed a Five Guys burger and fries, I would encourage you to stop in. You might just find your new favorite burger joint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-1612439785387021697?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/1612439785387021697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=1612439785387021697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/1612439785387021697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/1612439785387021697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/06/five-guys-burgers-and-fries.html' title='Five Guys Burgers and Fries'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sj_QV4Gt4JI/AAAAAAAAAd0/7SVYqZTk5r0/s72-c/five_guys_e_1680_1050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-1437813646412786837</id><published>2009-06-22T08:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T16:57:16.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going back to Bayside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SjpPdQAXSiI/AAAAAAAAAdE/r9qRIhgZH9k/s1600-h/Saved-by-the-Bell-Cast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348674871387179554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SjpPdQAXSiI/AAAAAAAAAdE/r9qRIhgZH9k/s200/Saved-by-the-Bell-Cast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you heard the News? Jimmy Fallon, on his Late Night show, is trying to reunite the cast from one of my favorite childhood t.v. shows, Saved by the Bell. I loved to watch that show. So, if you are like me and loved Saved by the Bell, you can sign the &lt;a href="http://www.latenightwithjimmyfallon.com/exclusives/petition/"&gt;petition&lt;/a&gt; on NBC.com to reunite the cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zack Morris, Aka Mark Paul Gosselar, appeared on The Late show recently to talk about the possibility of a reunion (The video is below) . I am keeping my fingers crossed that this will happen. I will keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/4a41417586ea916c/4741e3c5156499a7/63877b44/-cpid/e4babc14495ba378" id="W4727a250e66f97234a41417586ea916c" width="384" height="283"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/4a41417586ea916c/4741e3c5156499a7/63877b44/-cpid/e4babc14495ba378" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-1437813646412786837?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/1437813646412786837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=1437813646412786837' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/1437813646412786837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/1437813646412786837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/06/going-back-to-bayside.html' title='Going back to Bayside'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SjpPdQAXSiI/AAAAAAAAAdE/r9qRIhgZH9k/s72-c/Saved-by-the-Bell-Cast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-6166092892925682330</id><published>2009-06-21T08:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T12:22:38.639-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fathers Day!</title><content type='html'>Today, as it is Father's day, I wanted to take a moment to say thank you to the Father's in my life. I have been blessed to have such a wonderful Dad and Grandpa my entire life and a wonderful Father-in-law the past 6 years. You three men are truly great role models for me and I am thankful that you will each have your own influence on the lives of my boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope each of you have a fantastic Father's day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-6166092892925682330?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/6166092892925682330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=6166092892925682330' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/6166092892925682330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/6166092892925682330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Fathers Day!'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-635581669143225021</id><published>2009-06-20T08:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T09:39:46.788-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogworth</title><content type='html'>I know that I have only been blogging for a short amount of time, but in that time I have already started to get a bit of a complex. On my blog, I have a stat counter to let me know how many people are reading the blog. It seems that I tend to base, what I like to call my "blogworth" (what my blog means to the world) on the number of people that read the blog. It seems that on some days, for whatever reason, a lot of people read my blog. Then other days (this happens a lot on weekends), I get only a few visitors. I know that having a lot of readers doesn't, necessarily, mean my recent posts are great and that only having a few readers doesn't, necessarily, mean my posts have been awful. But it is hard to get my brain to understand that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also found that when I get a comment on a post, it makes my day. I know that something I wrote caused someone to feel enough about it to actually write back. It is so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, whether you love my blog or you hate my blog, you are reading my blog. For that, I say thanks. My "blogworth" needed the boost!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-635581669143225021?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/635581669143225021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=635581669143225021' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/635581669143225021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/635581669143225021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/06/blogworth.html' title='Blogworth'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-30709606264097600</id><published>2009-06-19T08:02:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T08:11:00.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SjjjL_x7dwI/AAAAAAAAAaM/yl17MyhPxZQ/s1600-h/melvin1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348274352741381890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SjjjL_x7dwI/AAAAAAAAAaM/yl17MyhPxZQ/s200/melvin1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is my Dad's birthday. Yet again this year, his birthday is only a couple days away from father's day. So, once again, he will most likely get the short end of the stick, present wise. As a Dad, having your birthday close to father's day must be similar to someone who has their birthday on December 23. So, for all the years that one gift has covered both a birthday and father's day, I am sorry Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my Dad celebrates his birthday today, what he will be doing tells a lot about who he is. While most people would want some fancy dinner or to go somewhere cool on their birthday, that isn't my dad. He will, most likely, be spending his birthday where he spends many of his Friday nights through the summer, watching me play softball and playing with his grand sons. It has always meant a lot that my dad has shown his support for me, no matter what I was doing. But, it means even more to know he will be right there along side me, supporting my boys in whatever they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Dad! I Love You!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-30709606264097600?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/30709606264097600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=30709606264097600' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/30709606264097600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/30709606264097600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday Dad!'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SjjjL_x7dwI/AAAAAAAAAaM/yl17MyhPxZQ/s72-c/melvin1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-3834512832013304766</id><published>2009-06-18T08:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T08:20:48.882-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What in the world did you say to me? II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SdEs3Pz4JUI/AAAAAAAAAS0/zNrpcDIetl4/s1600-h/pizzahut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319081962549814594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SdEs3Pz4JUI/AAAAAAAAAS0/zNrpcDIetl4/s200/pizzahut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is yet another moment in my life that I had to ask the question, What in the world did you say to me? This happened to me, several years ago, but still sticks with me to this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are like me, when you make the decision to order pizza delivery, it is when you are already very hungry. It was a week night. I got home late from work and decided that ordering a pizza, from Pizza Hut, would be the best route to go, as I could just relax and wait for the pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like it took an eternity for my pizza to finally be delivered. I answered the door, money in hand, ready to pay for my pizza. The delivery driver took the pizza out of the bag and handed it to me. I gave him my cash to pay for the Pizza. As he is making change, I turn my back to put the pizza on the table, and that is when he said it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am only going to charge you half price for your pizza, because there is a piece with a bite missing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave him a little fake laugh as I was sure he was joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I'm serious. I delivered your pizza to the wrong house. Before I realized it, they had opened it up and taken a bite out of one of the slices."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point I said some version of, "What in the world did you say to me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I did not take him up on his 1/2 price, with someone elses saliva on it, pizza deal. I told him I wasn't interested and gave him back the pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in shock. I wasn't in shock that it happened. I was shocked that this guy thought someone would still eat a pizza that some stranger took a bite out of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night ended with the pizza place's manager calling me and sending over a free pizza. By that time, I had already eaten, but the pizza made a good lunch for the next day. And, it did have all it's slices in tact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-3834512832013304766?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/3834512832013304766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=3834512832013304766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/3834512832013304766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/3834512832013304766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-in-world-did-you-say-to-me-ii.html' title='What in the world did you say to me? II'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SdEs3Pz4JUI/AAAAAAAAAS0/zNrpcDIetl4/s72-c/pizzahut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-3029796382369952131</id><published>2009-06-17T07:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T07:53:00.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Pointer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sd947j4L_OI/AAAAAAAAAUk/fog2AC817DA/s1600-h/threepointer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323106249213738210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sd947j4L_OI/AAAAAAAAAUk/fog2AC817DA/s200/threepointer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In honor of the Lakers winning the NBA Championship, I wanted to do another basketball related post. So, here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through out the college and NBA basketball season, there are always a handful of great games that come down to the final few seconds. Often times, the game will be tied or one team will be ahead by a point, and the outcome will hinge on one final play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that the team with the ball needs is a single 2 point basket to win the game or, at least, send it into overtime to give that team another chance to win the game by playing another 5 minutes. However, instead of going for the 2 point shot, it seems that, inevitably, the "star" of the team takes the ball behind the 3 point arc and throws up some crazy, ESPN highlight reel worthy, shot. Most of the time, they miss it, but the one in ten times they make it, the highlight is posted all over the sports websites and television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Ministry, I think a great deal can be learned from this lesson in sports. To risk it all, at the sake of our team, to possibly get a clip on SportsCenter, to me, is just selfish. But, so is doing anything with our only motivation being to bring ourselves glory. As Christ followers, we are called to bring all the glory to him, not ourselves. It is difficult sometimes. When an opportunity presents itself for us to get some glory, it is hard to pass that up. But, when we do pass up that chance, it means there is more glory going to Jesus, the one that truly deserves it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-3029796382369952131?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/3029796382369952131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=3029796382369952131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/3029796382369952131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/3029796382369952131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/06/three-pointer.html' title='Three Pointer'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Sd947j4L_OI/AAAAAAAAAUk/fog2AC817DA/s72-c/threepointer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-2561372202752703893</id><published>2009-06-16T07:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T07:43:01.048-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SjMZTHYJwBI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ETm2acAjlv4/s1600-h/IMG_1329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346644998807470098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SjMZTHYJwBI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ETm2acAjlv4/s200/IMG_1329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For my final vacation post, I wanted to talk about the highlight of the trip, in my son, Selleck's, opinion. If you ask him what he had the most fun doing, one might think he would say flying in the helicopter or touring the Dinosaur museum or even seeing the Wizard of Oz characters close up at the wax museum. Nope! His favorite thing, swimming. Not the things that cost all the money, but something that was included in the cost of the hotel room, is what he had the most fun doing. Every day, we carved out time to swim. Selleck is unbelievable. Put on his water wings, and he is unstoppable. He tries dives off the side of the pool that I would be afraid to try. Slade enjoyed himself as well. He would float around in his little inner tube boat and splash anyone that got in his way! I have to admit, it was a lot of fun for me too, just watching the boys enjoying themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids can teach us a lot about life. Too often we think that we must spend a lot of money on something for it to be fun, or, at least, it has to be some grandiose thing. But it doesn't. Basically, the most fun my boys had on our trip came because of a hole in the ground and some water. Having fun, no matter where we are or what we are doing, is a choice. Kids make the choice to have fun no matter what they are doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-2561372202752703893?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/2561372202752703893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=2561372202752703893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/2561372202752703893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/2561372202752703893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/06/swimming.html' title='Swimming'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SjMZTHYJwBI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ETm2acAjlv4/s72-c/IMG_1329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-8900325197668140818</id><published>2009-06-15T08:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T08:11:06.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>National Man Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SjJ90PORcNI/AAAAAAAAAZc/bPIPWmxcLpY/s1600-h/steakpotato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346474044035264722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SjJ90PORcNI/AAAAAAAAAZc/bPIPWmxcLpY/s200/steakpotato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did you know that today is National Man Day? Well it is! Two brothers, Joel and Aaron Loganecker, from Indiana, have decided that June 15th should be National Man day. Over 250,000 men have pledged to stand up and do manly things on this day. The brothers suggest that, on National Man Day, participants should play football, go hunting, or watch Rocky movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in honor of National Man Day, I pledge to burp out loud, scratch myself in public, and leave the toilet seat up. Wait a second, those would be a woman's stereotypical manly behaviors. Today, I pledge to do real man things. I think I will watch a baseball game, wrestle around with my sons, and eat a nice, juicy, medium rare steak. (That is if my wife will cook it for me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-8900325197668140818?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/8900325197668140818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=8900325197668140818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/8900325197668140818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/8900325197668140818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/06/national-man-day.html' title='National Man Day'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SjJ90PORcNI/AAAAAAAAAZc/bPIPWmxcLpY/s72-c/steakpotato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-3412947231363414012</id><published>2009-06-14T08:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T08:11:01.604-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Titanic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SjMY8OVgK3I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/bgdthbYMuMc/s1600-h/IMG_1291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346644605538413426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SjMY8OVgK3I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/bgdthbYMuMc/s200/IMG_1291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While in Branson, we had the privilege of touring the Titanic Museum. The Titanic has always fascinated me. There are so many facets that can be studied using the Titanic as an example. Maybe the most obvious would be how social classes are defined. A statistic that blew me away was the percentage of third class passengers that perished as compared to first class. The Titanic was also a great example of man's ego getting out of hand. Man said the Titanic was unsinkable. God said, not so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you first enter the museum, you are given a small pamphlet with the identity of an actual Titanic passenger. It is neat to search the museum to see if you were one of the fortunate ones that survived. They have several exhibits with real items from the Titanic, including menus, tickets, letters, silverware, and deck chairs. Some of the more hands on items they had were a shovel, where you could feel what it was like to throw the coal into the boilers, an iceberg, that you could touch, and a bucket that you could put your finger in to feel the coldness of the waters that the passengers found themselves in. I put my finger in the water for only 1 minute, but could still feel the effects of the cold water for nearly an hour afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the museum wishing only that I had more time to read everything and look closer at each exhibit. So, if you ever find yourself in Branson, the Titanic Museum is well worth your time and price of admission.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-3412947231363414012?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/3412947231363414012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=3412947231363414012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/3412947231363414012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/3412947231363414012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/06/titanic.html' title='Titanic'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SjMY8OVgK3I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/bgdthbYMuMc/s72-c/IMG_1291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-7141198454114115700</id><published>2009-06-13T08:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T08:14:00.922-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Helicopter Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SjMYST0YSjI/AAAAAAAAAZk/YGUsAMIHdb0/s1600-h/IMG_1320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346643885455591986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SjMYST0YSjI/AAAAAAAAAZk/YGUsAMIHdb0/s200/IMG_1320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another of the highlights from our Branson trip, for me, was to accompany Selleck on his first ever helicopter ride. Selleck was a little scared at first, but he got over his fears and we had an awesome flight. He was so cute with his little head set on. Right before we took off, through the headset, I heard Selleck say "Daddy, I'm scared". The pilot chuckled a bit, but reassured Selleck that everything would be ok. So, with that, off we went. It was so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selleck's first helicopter ride reminded me of my first plane ride. Of course, I wasn't 3 and already flown in a jet plane and a helicopter. I was 17. My friend had his pilot's license and invited me to go up in his Cessna plane. I too was a little scared, but had a great deal of fun. The only problem is that, in an effort to circle around cool landmarks in our town, I got air sick. But, all in all, it was a great experience. My first plane ride and Selleck's first helicopter ride are both experiences I will never forget!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-7141198454114115700?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/7141198454114115700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=7141198454114115700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/7141198454114115700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/7141198454114115700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/06/helicopter-ride.html' title='Helicopter Ride'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SjMYST0YSjI/AAAAAAAAAZk/YGUsAMIHdb0/s72-c/IMG_1320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-1914241581508953936</id><published>2009-06-12T08:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T08:07:00.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mel's Hard Luck Diner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Si7kxsmTtqI/AAAAAAAAAZM/dFS3k6AOAXM/s1600-h/IMG_1263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345461350171915938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Si7kxsmTtqI/AAAAAAAAAZM/dFS3k6AOAXM/s200/IMG_1263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On our first day in Branson, we had lunch at Mel's Hard Luck Diner. The food was great (I had the steak sandwich), but what makes Mel's stand out is the overall dining experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant is decorated like many diners I have been to. It had a lot of interesting things to look at on the walls. However, it is when you sit down to your table that you start to see how Mel's sets itself apart from all the other diners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first sat down, we noticed that there were two CD's on the table from the same artist. I looked around and noticed that every table had two CD's on them. Then I noticed that the singer on the CD's was our waitress. You see, at Mel's, every waitperson, and even some of the cooks and the gift shop guy, are all performers and have made their own CD's that we could buy. But, it didn't stop there. Every few minutes, one of them would cue up an accompaniment track, grab a microphone, and walk through the restaurant performing. It was so much fun and they were all very good as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you find yourself in Branson, hungry, and looking for a fun place to eat, I would highly recommend Mel's Hard Luck Diner. You will get some good food with a side of great entertainment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-1914241581508953936?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/1914241581508953936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=1914241581508953936' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/1914241581508953936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/1914241581508953936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/06/mels-hard-luck-diner.html' title='Mel&apos;s Hard Luck Diner'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Si7kxsmTtqI/AAAAAAAAAZM/dFS3k6AOAXM/s72-c/IMG_1263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-4696124478206542311</id><published>2009-06-11T07:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T08:20:14.568-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch that Roll!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Si7j5X56HLI/AAAAAAAAAY8/OzeSydiRuv8/s1600-h/IMG_1206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345460382544305330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Si7j5X56HLI/AAAAAAAAAY8/OzeSydiRuv8/s200/IMG_1206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In a previous &lt;a href="http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/05/jobs-i-would-like-to-try-for-day.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;, I listed 9 jobs that I would like to try for a day. I have now found my 10th. It is to be a roll thrower at &lt;a href="http://www.throwedrolls.com/"&gt;Lambert's Cafe&lt;/a&gt; in Sikeston, Missouri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped by Lambert's on our way to a wedding in Mountain Grove, Missouri. If you've never heard of Lambert's, they are the restaurant famous for throwing rolls. Sounds crazy? It's actually pretty fun. Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Lambert's, you order an entree and sides from their menu, but, included with any meal, are what they call "pass arounds". These are carted around the restaurant and, just by raising your hand, they will put a spoon full on your plate. The "pass arounds" include fried potatoes and onions, macaroni and tomatoes, black eyed peas, fried okra, and apple butter and sorghum. I tried the fried potatoes and onions, they were wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As good as the rest of the food was, the rolls were the topper of the meal. They were piping hot, fresh from the oven and delicious. Anyone that has eaten with me knows I love rolls, and these are some of the best I have eaten. The greatest part is that no matter where the roll guy is, just raise your hand and a roll will be chucked your way. Our three year old, Selleck, enjoyed catching the rolls as much as I enjoyed eating them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-4696124478206542311?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/4696124478206542311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=4696124478206542311' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/4696124478206542311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/4696124478206542311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/06/catch-that-roll.html' title='Catch that Roll!'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Si7j5X56HLI/AAAAAAAAAY8/OzeSydiRuv8/s72-c/IMG_1206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-5004906675712916630</id><published>2009-06-10T07:52:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T08:23:51.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wax Museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Si7jWx5l1EI/AAAAAAAAAY0/RvPsUrSh3Kw/s1600-h/IMG_1344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345459788226876482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Si7jWx5l1EI/AAAAAAAAAY0/RvPsUrSh3Kw/s200/IMG_1344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While in Branson, we stopped by the Hollywood Wax Museum. The Highlight for our 3 year old, Selleck, was the Wizard of Oz cast. They even had a tree that talked, like the one from the movie. Selleck loved that. There were many other Hollywood stars that we were able to take a picture next too. It was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were touring the museum, I got to thinking. How famous do you have to be to have your likeness recreated in wax? But, after thinking about it, I realized that you have one of two ways to get into a wax museum. 1) Be unbelievably famous. This is how people like Oprah, Donald Trump, and Bill Gates get into a wax museum. 2) You have to have some special niche to get you in. For instance, Dustin Diamond would never get into a wax museum, but I am sure somewhere &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Si7jB0PJxDI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Q0EwHD8aPbk/s1600-h/IMG_1355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345459428076930098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Si7jB0PJxDI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Q0EwHD8aPbk/s200/IMG_1355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there is a wax museum that has a "Screech" statue. Look at the Wizard of Oz characters. Sure, Judy Garland was very famous in her day, but the guys who played the Lion, Scarecrow, and Tin Man would never make it into a wax museum on their own accord, yet there may not be a Hollywood wax museum without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with that, there is still hope for some of us to get ourselves into a wax museum. Sure we may never be famous enough, but if we keep trying, we might just be odd or unique enough to get in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-5004906675712916630?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/5004906675712916630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=5004906675712916630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/5004906675712916630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/5004906675712916630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/06/wax-museum.html' title='Wax Museum'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Si7jWx5l1EI/AAAAAAAAAY0/RvPsUrSh3Kw/s72-c/IMG_1344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-2534518013396466114</id><published>2009-06-09T08:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T18:27:08.707-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Little E</title><content type='html'>For one of our dessert stops, while in Branson, we visited a place called "Cakes-n-Cremes". I had a nice piece of chocolate pie. It wasn't the most memorable piece of pie I have ever had, but what happened, while we were eating, is a memory I won't soon forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were finishing our desserts, through the door walks the youngest Elvis impersonator I have ever seen. He walked over to the juke box, put in a few quarters, and started to entertain around the restaurant. He said his name was Little E and was the world's youngest Elvis impersonator. He had to be like 8 or 9. As he danced around the restaurant and belted out his version of Elvis' songs, I have to say that it was pretty entertaining. But, then, it got awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he finished his first song, he pointed out his "tip" jar. I was fine with that. If he wants to entertain us for free, he should get a few tips. But then, he approached our table for the hard sell. He told us that we were in luck because that night only we could buy one of his cd's and get a second cd at half price. He also pointed out that we could buy an autographed picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were getting the hard sell, I looked to the corner to see a person, who I assumed to be his mother. She was directing him on where to go and who to talk to. In between songs he would go to her and she would whisper something in his ear. I assume it was more direction on what to do and what table to walk up to. In an instant, what was fun and entertaining became uncomfortable. It made me wonder if Little E wanted to be an entertainer and his mom was just helping him along or if mom was pushing him to try and make a buck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all for kids who have an ambition and maybe Little E is one of those kids. I just hope that what he is doing is of his own accord and is not being pushed into it by his parents. But, I don't know his parents so I will not judge them. I can just recount how it made me feel. Who knows? This may be Little E's way of paying for his college education. And, with the cost of a college education always on the rise, it made me think. Maybe we should start having Selleck grow out his side burns. You know, just in case!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-2534518013396466114?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/2534518013396466114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=2534518013396466114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/2534518013396466114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/2534518013396466114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-e.html' title='Little E'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-1616815158904694212</id><published>2009-06-08T08:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T08:11:00.309-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Siqjsxzu6XI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xh-A_a_1bo0/s1600-h/IMG_1279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344263897508407666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Siqjsxzu6XI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xh-A_a_1bo0/s200/IMG_1279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Very late Friday night we made it back from our vacation. We had so much fun on our trip to Branson, Missouri. We tried a lot of cool, new things and restaurants. My vacation philosophy is that you should never eat at a restaurant you have back home and you should always try to do at least a few things you have never done. We accomplished both of these on our trip! (With the exception of a stop by Ruby Tuesday's on our first night in Branson, but that is another story for another day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with the accompaniment of photos from my Mother-in-law, Marcia, I will try to recap some of the great times from our trip in my next few posts. If you are not a grand parent of our boys, and are thinking "how boring to read stories about the Burggraf and Shepherd family trip", I will try to add something else interesting in each post. Cool?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-1616815158904694212?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/1616815158904694212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=1616815158904694212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/1616815158904694212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/1616815158904694212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/06/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re Back!'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/Siqjsxzu6XI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xh-A_a_1bo0/s72-c/IMG_1279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-4791118496078830299</id><published>2009-06-07T08:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T08:02:00.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waters Edge Church - Grand Opening</title><content type='html'>It is great to hear stories of God pouring out his blessings and today marks just such a story. &lt;a href="http://www.watersedgechurch.net/"&gt;Waters Edge Church&lt;/a&gt;, in York Town Virginia, is celebrating their public grand opening in their new building today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is doing awesome things through Waters Edge Church and lead Pastor Stu Hodges. Their church is growing by leaps and bounds and they are reaching their community in amazing proportions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to all of our family that attend Waters Edge Church, I want to say congratulations on your new building and I pray that God continues to bless your hard work and faithfulness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-4791118496078830299?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/4791118496078830299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=4791118496078830299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/4791118496078830299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/4791118496078830299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/06/waters-edge-church-grand-opening.html' title='Waters Edge Church - Grand Opening'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-2201033602863939880</id><published>2009-06-06T07:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T07:55:01.124-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our next Vacation</title><content type='html'>To conclude my week of vacation posts, I wanted to tell you about our next vacation. We will be heading out west to Hollywood, California. I won 2 roundtrip airline tickets anywhere in the continental United States and 3 hotel vouchers to stay at any Marriott Hotel. So, we decided to go somewhere that we wouldn't normally be able to afford. That is why we chose Hollywood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are staying at the Renaissance Hotel in Hollywood. I have read online that it is an amazing hotel. It is in the same complex as the "Walk of Fame" and Grauman's Chinese Theatre. We are hoping to be able to see a show taping. We have requested tickets to "The Tonight Show" and others. We'll just have to wait and hope we get tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are also planning on going to Universal Studios Hollywood. That should be a lot of fun. I am also currently searching out places to eat. One place we want to go for sure is the world famous "Pinks" hot dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've been to Los Angeles or Hollywood, I would love to hear any suggestions you may have of things for us to do or places to eat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-2201033602863939880?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/2201033602863939880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=2201033602863939880' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/2201033602863939880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/2201033602863939880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-next-vacation.html' title='Our next Vacation'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-1570819398653872253</id><published>2009-06-05T08:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T08:03:00.914-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruising</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/ShQM_U9zqhI/AAAAAAAAAYM/6M1oOpa9Qds/s1600-h/princess-cruise-line.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337905740440119826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/ShQM_U9zqhI/AAAAAAAAAYM/6M1oOpa9Qds/s200/princess-cruise-line.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another of my favorite vacation types is going on a cruise. I have been on, I believe, 4 cruises in my life. On each cruise I went with different people, but yet had just as great a time on every cruise. And for me, it doesn't even really matter where the cruise takes us, it is still just as much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I like most about cruising is how convenient everything is. Food is always available and included in your upfront price. You never have to have the long discussion of where to eat. You can see many different places without having to pack up and travel each day. And, the staff cater to your every need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't taken a cruise, let me suggest that you do. No matter what you like to do or who you are traveling with, a cruise is great fun for everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-1570819398653872253?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/1570819398653872253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=1570819398653872253' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/1570819398653872253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/1570819398653872253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/06/cruising.html' title='Cruising'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/ShQM_U9zqhI/AAAAAAAAAYM/6M1oOpa9Qds/s72-c/princess-cruise-line.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-102365157866934069</id><published>2009-06-04T07:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T07:55:00.649-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Zach Duke Bobble Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SgweDqNurSI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3hd_DHgYx_c/s1600-h/curve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335672706747510050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SgweDqNurSI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3hd_DHgYx_c/s200/curve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before we had kids, Sarah and I took a road trip through Pennsylvania on our way to her parents house in Virginia. This trip proved to be maybe our most unforgettable trip ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we drove through Pennsylvania, I planned for us a stay in Altoona (I was able to get us a free night stay at a Ramada there). One of the things I really enjoy doing, is watching minor league baseball games and Altoona has a team called the Altoona Curve. So, I decided to get us tickets. The cool thing about their stadium is that they have a row of seats just above the left field wall they call the "Rail Kings". It was almost like a bar seat, except the bar was the left field fence. The seats included their own personal waitress to take our order and bring us our food. Beyond all that, and the part Sarah really loved, was that in between each set of seats was a small t.v. Sure, most fans use it to watch the game and be able to watch replays, but not Sarah. She found that the t.v.s could also be tuned to the food network. It was actually the perfect situation for us. I could watch the game and Sarah could watch the Food Network. A win/win in any one's view. With all this, you would think the seats would be really expensive. They weren't. They were only $12 a piece. What a deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the deal got even sweeter. We just so happened to luck into it being "Dukes of Hazzard" night at the ball game. James Best, who played Sheriff Rosco P. Coltrane, was at the game and in between innings they had a "General Lee" being chased by Rosco in his police car around the ball field. Also, the give away for the night was a Zach Duke bobble head. It was a neat bobble head, but at the time I really didn't know who Zach Duke was. When I got home, I found out that I could sell these bobble heads on E-bay. I sold them for about $50 each. So, we not only had a super fun time, but we came out ahead monetarily! What a great trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it was a great time at the old ball yard, the best part of this trip happened once we got to Virginia. It was then that we first found out that we were pregnant with Selleck. What a wonderful memory to top off a wonderful vacation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-102365157866934069?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/102365157866934069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=102365157866934069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/102365157866934069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/102365157866934069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/06/zach-duke-bobble-head.html' title='Zach Duke Bobble Head'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SgweDqNurSI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3hd_DHgYx_c/s72-c/curve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-5133378311110398961</id><published>2009-06-03T08:03:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:03:00.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Niagara falls minus the barrel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SgwXGODJm-I/AAAAAAAAAX8/Qk_YEaqDY8Y/s1600-h/niagara_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335665054145158114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SgwXGODJm-I/AAAAAAAAAX8/Qk_YEaqDY8Y/s200/niagara_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On our Honeymoon, Sarah and I went to New York City, then on to Niagara Falls. We were only gone for 4 nights, but we packed a lot into this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In New York, we stayed at the Algonquin Hotel. It was a block away from Times Square. This Hotel was famous for housing the "Algonquin Round Table", a regular gathering of New York Cities most famous writers, critics, actors, and wits from 1919 until 1929.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our time in New York we ate some "World Famous" cheesecake and saw two shows "Cabaret" and "The Lion King". This was also when Sarah's infamous walking into the glass incident occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After New York City, we flew into Buffalo. On our way to Niagara Falls, we stopped at the Anchor Bar restaurant which is credited as the place that Buffalo Wings were invented (The wings were great, by the way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Niagara Falls, we stayed at the Sheraton Falls View Hotel. Our room was two stories tall with a huge window that overlooked the horseshoe falls. We had an amazing view of the falls and didn't even have to get in a barrel to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was a great way to celebrate the start to our new life together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-5133378311110398961?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/5133378311110398961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=5133378311110398961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/5133378311110398961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/5133378311110398961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/06/niagara-falls-minus-barrel.html' title='Niagara falls minus the barrel'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SgwXGODJm-I/AAAAAAAAAX8/Qk_YEaqDY8Y/s72-c/niagara_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-2084551598509870947</id><published>2009-06-02T08:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T08:18:00.905-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost Town - Movie Premier</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaVU2gGM0II/AAAAAAAAALs/K4tOsk84BwA/s1600-h/GhostTownposter-300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306741031231606914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaVU2gGM0II/AAAAAAAAALs/K4tOsk84BwA/s200/GhostTownposter-300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In June 2007, for a mini vacation, we went with my parents and Sarah's parents to Maggie Valley, North Carolina. It was during this trip that I attended my first (and only, so far) movie premier. Sarah's dad, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0791851/"&gt;Bob Shepherd&lt;/a&gt;, played Judd the bartender in the movie "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0849441/"&gt;Dean Teaster's Ghost Town&lt;/a&gt;". It premiered in Maggie Valley, North Carolina, and Bob invited Sarah and me to go with Marcia and him to the screening. The movie industry is very intriguing to me, so getting to go to a movie premier was very exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met several cool people including Stella Parton (Dolly's sister), D.J. Perry (writer, producer, lead actor), Dean Teaster (Director and actor), and Stephen Walker (actor and Bob's friend). I even had the privilege of sitting next to the Mayor of Maggie Valley during the screening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, the most interesting person we met was Bill McKinney. He was great in "Ghost Town", by the way. For those of you that may not have heard of him, he is a veteran of hundreds of movies and t.v. shows. Maybe his best known character was the mountain man in the movie "Deliverance". We talked with him for several minutes and it was neat to see that he was just a normal guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the premiere of "Ghost Town" was such a great experience. I can now check off movie premiere from my life's list of things to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-2084551598509870947?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/2084551598509870947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=2084551598509870947' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/2084551598509870947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/2084551598509870947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/06/ghost-town-movie-premier.html' title='Ghost Town - Movie Premier'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaVU2gGM0II/AAAAAAAAALs/K4tOsk84BwA/s72-c/GhostTownposter-300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-4080768292666286203</id><published>2009-06-01T08:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T08:03:00.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SgCqUSwi8HI/AAAAAAAAAXU/dwaG9XjBX_8/s1600-h/yellowbrickroad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332449224416227442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SgCqUSwi8HI/AAAAAAAAAXU/dwaG9XjBX_8/s200/yellowbrickroad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my favorite types of vacation is the Road Trip. Through the years, I have dragged Sarah and the boys along on my adventures and we have had lots of fun. Here are a few of the highlights of our past Road Trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have visited the Wizard of Oz museum at the "Yellow Brick Road" store in Chesteron, Indiana. This has to be the smallest museum I have ever visited. It was about the size of the bathroom in our house. And, what made it so funny, it was a guided tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had country fried steak at the "Mayberry Cafe" in Danville, Indiana. This is an Andy Griffith show themed restaurant. It had a very down home feel, with down home cooking. You would swear you were dining in Mayberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had a double burger with fried vegetables at Krazy Jim's Blimpy Burger, in Ann Arbor Michigan. (Check out my review of this restaurant on Sarah's Blog &lt;a href="http://thetallestbladeofgrass.blogspot.com/2008/09/road-food-5-by-guest-blogger-scott.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) This has to be the best "college town" burger joint around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We attended Selleck and Slade's first ever baseball game in Akron, Ohio. We saw the Akron Aeros play from our seats in the front row, behind home plate. A minor league baseball game is so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few of the highlights. I can't wait for our next Road Trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-4080768292666286203?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/4080768292666286203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=4080768292666286203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/4080768292666286203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/4080768292666286203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/06/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SgCqUSwi8HI/AAAAAAAAAXU/dwaG9XjBX_8/s72-c/yellowbrickroad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-5222930175864344170</id><published>2009-05-31T08:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T08:02:00.139-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SgwVia8zcmI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Sl9NmRf6ZQ0/s1600-h/white_towels_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335663339621282402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SgwVia8zcmI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Sl9NmRf6ZQ0/s200/white_towels_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I was just out of High School, my friend, Shawn Breeding, and I decided to take a trip to Myrtle Beach. We had a lot of fun on the trip. We hung out at the pool or beach during the day and the boardwalk at night. It was during this trip that I Bungee jumped for the very first time (actually I Bungee jumped twice). However, the Bungee jumping was not my most vivid memory of this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I remember most about this trip was something that happened at our hotel. We checked into our room and it was very nice. The room was clean and the bathroom was stocked with 6 towels and wash clothes on a rack over the toilet. The fact that the towel rack was over the toilet proved to be the issue. On the first night we were there, Shawn managed to, while reaching for a towel, knock every single towel and wash cloth we had into the toilet. It was embarrassing to have to call the front desk and request new towels just minutes after we checked in. They brought us new towels, we gave them our now wet towels and I thought that was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I was wrong. Shawn managed to, not one more time, but two more times, knock every single towel and wash cloth into the toilet. To this day I am not sure how he could have managed to do that, but he found a way. After two more embarrassing calls to the front desk, we decided that it might be better to just sit the towels on the counter next to the sink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-5222930175864344170?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/5222930175864344170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=5222930175864344170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/5222930175864344170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/5222930175864344170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-again.html' title='Not Again!'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SgwVia8zcmI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Sl9NmRf6ZQ0/s72-c/white_towels_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-6729749864136633336</id><published>2009-05-30T07:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T07:55:00.311-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold on Scott!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SgwU_-D5CyI/AAAAAAAAAXs/yDJETEWLftE/s1600-h/disneygolf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335662747750828834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SgwU_-D5CyI/AAAAAAAAAXs/yDJETEWLftE/s200/disneygolf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my earliest vacation memories was a family trip we had to Disney World. I was around 3 years old, so some of these recollections may be my memory, others may be what someone on the trip told me, while others may just be something I made up in my 3 year old mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed in this really cool tree house. I remember it had a spiral staircase between the first and second floor. I also remember being able to look out the patio door and see peacocks roaming about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As part of the package, with the tree house, we had our very own golf cart. I kind of remember the golf cart, but the rest of the story was told to me. Apparently, on one of our drives in the golf cart, I was sitting in the back and decided that I didn't need to hold on any more. So, I let go and fell out of the moving golf cart. At least that is what I have been told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final memory of this trip was also something that was told to me. Another perk of this trip was a nice dinner at a fancy restaurant in Disney World. It was a 5 course meal and apparently took forever to be served. So, what would a 3 year old do at a fancy restaurant, after a busy day at Disney World? That is right, fall asleep. Between every course, I would fall asleep and they would have to wake me up when the next course would be served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first taste of Disney World was a lot of fun. At least the parts I can remember minus the falling out of the golf cart incident. I can't wait to take our boys there. I think we will stay away from the golf carts, just to be safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-6729749864136633336?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/6729749864136633336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=6729749864136633336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/6729749864136633336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/6729749864136633336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/05/hold-on-scott.html' title='Hold on Scott!'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SgwU_-D5CyI/AAAAAAAAAXs/yDJETEWLftE/s72-c/disneygolf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-5840314045998230958</id><published>2009-05-29T08:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T08:01:00.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>Today is the start to my vacation! Those words are so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We leave this morning for Missouri. Our first stop will be to attend a wedding on Sarah's side of the family. I am not a big fan of going to weddings, but at least I am on vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, we will be leaving for Branson Missouri. Sarah's parents have a time share in Branson and we will be spending several days there. I am sure we will see some shows, eat at some nice restaurants, shop a little, and swim in the pool. Selleck and Slade love the pool, so I am sure every day will have at least a couple hours of swimming involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in honor of me being on vacation, I will be posting a vacation memory each day for the duration of our trip. I hope you enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-5840314045998230958?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/5840314045998230958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=5840314045998230958' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/5840314045998230958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/5840314045998230958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/05/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-1796931404239265677</id><published>2009-05-28T07:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T07:43:00.555-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to think about</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/ScqD3yEg0YI/AAAAAAAAASE/-TcGkgIHN5o/s1600-h/question_mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317207304421036418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/ScqD3yEg0YI/AAAAAAAAASE/-TcGkgIHN5o/s200/question_mark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I recently came across a list online of weird things to think about. Some of them made me laugh, while others made me, well, think. I thought it would be fun to list some of them here to give us all something to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Can you cry underwater?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Why are you IN a movie, but ON t.v.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) If the professor on Gilligan's Island can make a radio out of a coconut, why can't he fix a hole in a boat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Why do you press harder on a remote control when you think the battery is dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Do people in Australia call the rest of the world "Up Over"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) How is it that wrong numbers are never busy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) What if the Hokey Pokey really is what it is all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) What was the best thing before sliced bread?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Why do tourists go to the top of tall buildings, then put money into telescopes so they can see things on the ground close up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-1796931404239265677?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/1796931404239265677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=1796931404239265677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/1796931404239265677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/1796931404239265677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-to-think-about.html' title='Things to think about'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/ScqD3yEg0YI/AAAAAAAAASE/-TcGkgIHN5o/s72-c/question_mark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062198393762335557.post-1325863905528009344</id><published>2009-05-27T08:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T08:11:00.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlimited Creativity</title><content type='html'>When it came to being creative, as it pertains to church, I always thought I needed to leave some creativity in my back pocket. I was afraid that if I would throw out all my creative ideas, I might not have any left over for the next series or program or whatever. If we used up all our creative ideas on one series or one program, the next several series or programs would be dull, because we would have no creativity left. But, I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly believe, like other wonderful things from God, creativity can be unlimited. If you use all your creativity on one project, it is ok. God will supply more creativity the next time you need it. The really creative churches get this. When you take a look at what they are doing, you can't even imagine how they can be so creative. Then you check them out again the next week or the next series or even the next year, and they are just as creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I have ever tried to come up with a creative idea, God has not failed me. He has either given me an original idea, or let me see something another church is doing that we could tweak and make our own, or let me flat out take an idea from another church that I know would work for us. God has always supplied the creativity when it is needed. Now that I don't have a regular outlet for my creativity, one might think that God would stop giving me creative ideas. But, God hasn't stopped. For now, the ideas seem to be burning a hole in my pocket, just waiting for the chance to be used. And, I know when I use those ideas, God will send more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5062198393762335557-1325863905528009344?l=sbtothe5th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/feeds/1325863905528009344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5062198393762335557&amp;postID=1325863905528009344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/1325863905528009344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062198393762335557/posts/default/1325863905528009344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sbtothe5th.blogspot.com/2009/05/unlimited-creativity.html' title='Unlimited Creativity'/><author><name>Scott Burggraf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12542906920004586677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yima6fDBRp8/SaHxCrE_GhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/w5jo_r4N-Vo/S220/family+pic+Aug+08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
