<?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-23901808</id><updated>2012-01-28T14:51:20.432-05:00</updated><category term='7'/><category term='derby'/><category term='books'/><title type='text'>keep the SON in your eyes</title><subtitle type='html'>"...and keep on keeping on..."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>760</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-6721985019534704510</id><published>2012-01-28T14:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T14:51:20.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT A GAME</title><content type='html'>I am through reading a book by Leonard Sweet, I Am a Follower, that has spoken&lt;br /&gt;to my soul so may times that I must re-read it again and again. He is concerned&lt;br /&gt;that those of us who call ourselves "Christians" are more concerned about what&lt;br /&gt;it is to be a leader than a follower. The entire book seeks to have us reflect upon&lt;br /&gt;how we should follow the only Leader, Jesus Christ. We don't need more books,&lt;br /&gt;seminars or sermons. What we need is to follow Jesus more. In so doing, we will&lt;br /&gt;help others come to Christ.&lt;br /&gt;We all have played Follow the Leader" in our life time. But have we followed the&lt;br /&gt;Leader named Jesus? It isn't a game. It's a life-style to get others on board as&lt;br /&gt;believers. I challenge you to read this book because it will help you have a better&lt;br /&gt;understanding of what being a Christain is all about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-6721985019534704510?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6721985019534704510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=6721985019534704510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/6721985019534704510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/6721985019534704510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2012/01/not-game.html' title='NOT A GAME'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-4625350214988174364</id><published>2012-01-27T21:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T21:47:32.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS THE TODAY SHOW</title><content type='html'>Today has been one of those day's I'd like to have many more of. I went to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble&lt;br /&gt;this morning to meet with a group of six people I have coffee with often. Today one of the&lt;br /&gt;group paid for my coffee before I could do it (I pretended my left hand hurt &amp;amp; I couldn't&lt;br /&gt;reach my billfold - kidding).&lt;br /&gt;Today we talked about so many things that my head got dizzy before we we're through.&lt;br /&gt;When we broke up, I picked up a book called Quite to read a few more pages from it. I&lt;br /&gt;really am interested in it because it deals with being an introvert or an extravert. I need&lt;br /&gt;to see which one I am. Then today, a good looking woman asked me to go out to eat with&lt;br /&gt;her at Panera Bread. She even paid for it with my honey money. When we parted, I&lt;br /&gt;went back to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble and read some more while sipping more coffee. When I&lt;br /&gt;got too tired to stay there, I headed home. When I got home, I read again before sneaking&lt;br /&gt;a short nap in before my wife walked in the door from an afternoon of shopping. We had&lt;br /&gt;planned to go out to eat tonight but thought it best to stay home and eat left-overs. They&lt;br /&gt;were good the day after.&lt;br /&gt;The Today Show has become The Tonight Show because I'm about to go in our bedroom&lt;br /&gt;and watch tv there. Letterman, Leno, etc are on my menu for entertainment tonight. If&lt;br /&gt;I get bored, I will click it off and head to dream-land. Speaking of dreams, last night was&lt;br /&gt;wild! I attended a service at a church where I got bored before the preacher was through&lt;br /&gt;preaching, so I left to go to the parking lot and get in my car and leave. However, I was&lt;br /&gt;blocked in the parking lot by six or seven open caskets. Funeral directors were everywhere&lt;br /&gt;I looked. When I got brave and hit the gas to get on my way, all of the sudden a procession&lt;br /&gt;of people were marching on the street so that I couldn't leave. About that time I woke up&lt;br /&gt;wondering what the dream was all about. To tell the truth, I don't want to now Today or&lt;br /&gt;Tonight or tomorrow! (spooky stuff - too much to eat before going to sleep?)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it has been a good day. I look foward to a good night's sleep without spooky'stuff&lt;br /&gt;being back in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-4625350214988174364?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4625350214988174364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=4625350214988174364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/4625350214988174364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/4625350214988174364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-is-today-show.html' title='THIS IS THE TODAY SHOW'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-1409436970445770394</id><published>2012-01-24T19:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T19:54:23.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SIGNS OF THE TIMES</title><content type='html'>Do you ever stop and then wonder why you stopped? Well, have I got a deal for you! For only $29&lt;br /&gt;you can have a STOP sign to save you from wondering why you stopped. It is attached to a medal&lt;br /&gt;ring on your head and the sign hangs out in front of you so you can see what you are doing and in only seconds stop what you started and go back to bed. Be warned: it works best beween 3:00 a.m. and 5:30 a.m. if the batteries are kept strong. When the batteries are getting weak, there is a faint beap to alert you to STOP and get new batteries. Stop now, wherever you are and order before this offer expires. And if you hurry, we will throw in a second sign for free: START. That way you can decide when to STOP and when to START by flipping the change left over from your wasted money you sent us. Hurry...hurry...hurry and we will pay for freight charges as welll. Note: in less that six months your signs will be left at your front door when UPS stops aand get you you started stopping. Thanks you for listening. I've got to rush off before the producer stops me from selling such silly signs to you. There is is....a sign right before me..... S  T  O  P!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-1409436970445770394?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1409436970445770394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=1409436970445770394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/1409436970445770394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/1409436970445770394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2012/01/signs-of-times.html' title='SIGNS OF THE TIMES'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-2252813833893270008</id><published>2012-01-23T22:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T22:22:10.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MEETINGS</title><content type='html'>Ihadameetingtonightthatmademetiredthat'swhythesewordsareallstucktogether.Ihaveanother&lt;br /&gt;meetinginthemorning.Infact,IcouldofhadtwointhemorningbutIsaidIwasbusyatanothermeeting,&lt;br /&gt;myabenexttime.AndIthoughtwasretired,nottiredWell,it'snicetobeneeded.Sorryabouthewords&lt;br /&gt;beingsoclose.Iamtwotiredtopullthemapartforyou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-2252813833893270008?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2252813833893270008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=2252813833893270008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/2252813833893270008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/2252813833893270008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2012/01/meetings.html' title='MEETINGS'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-5753259060583557650</id><published>2012-01-22T16:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T16:35:31.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'>JUMP!</title><content type='html'>After attending worship this morning, my wife and I were waiting for our&lt;br /&gt;daughter to lead us out of the parking lot. That's when the cell phone rang&lt;br /&gt;and she informed us that she left her lights on during worship and her car&lt;br /&gt;battery was dead.&lt;br /&gt;I asked a couple of people leaving the parking lot if they could jump her&lt;br /&gt;battery. No one had cables with them but one man said he would drive&lt;br /&gt;home and get his and be right back. I headed on home in my car while my&lt;br /&gt;wife and daughter waited for the man to return. When he arrived, he got&lt;br /&gt;the battery jumped and soon they afterwards they headed home too.&lt;br /&gt;Richard was so kind to take the time to offer us help on a cold, wet Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;The good Samaritan came along just at the right time and jumped right in&lt;br /&gt;to help her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Ohers would of helped had they had their jumper cable with them. They&lt;br /&gt;said call AAA but along came the Good Samaritan who was willing to do&lt;br /&gt;more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-5753259060583557650?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5753259060583557650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=5753259060583557650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/5753259060583557650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/5753259060583557650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2012/01/jump.html' title='JUMP!'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-6506413578118922629</id><published>2012-01-21T21:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T21:37:45.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TOP TEN</title><content type='html'>My wife says I moan and groan more and more so she wants to know why. Here are my top ten reasons why I moan and groan: 10. I work too hard and day. 9. I get bored because there isn't&lt;br /&gt;any work to do. 8. Watching cars pass ou house from our front porch makes me tired. 7. coming&lt;br /&gt;up with 10 right answers wears me out. 6. I lost my get-up&amp;amp; go &amp;amp; can't seem to get-up &amp;amp; go find&lt;br /&gt;it. 5. My undies are too tight. 4. I'm almost as old as my oldest old brother. 3. I keep seeing my dad whenever I look in the mirror. 2. I can't see anything anybody said and I can't hear anything anyone see's. 1. It's a hymn I'm working on for the Rest Home &amp;amp; entitled: Come Moan, We've Gotta Be Groaning On Our Way. I have to hum it since I can't rember the words and because my teeth fall out if I hit a high note, Sing along now, children..a one, a 2......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music copywrited at songs you never want to hear,com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-6506413578118922629?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6506413578118922629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=6506413578118922629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/6506413578118922629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/6506413578118922629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2012/01/top-ten.html' title='TOP TEN'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-3541989755156753009</id><published>2012-01-21T15:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T15:46:44.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A DAY OFF</title><content type='html'>I slept in this morning untill 7:30. I would stayed in bed but Derby (dog) was scratching&lt;br /&gt;at the door to go out. Therefore, I got up to let him out &amp;amp; get him back in. I stayed awake&lt;br /&gt;and had my morning coffee while reading two morning newspapers. Then I watched the&lt;br /&gt;up and down game between UK-Alabama, which UK won! Go Cats! I ate pizza before&lt;br /&gt;doing a couple of other things here at home. Life sure can be tough on an old man even&lt;br /&gt;on a Saturday when it's his day off. Speaking of off, I'm off this thing and off to take a&lt;br /&gt;nap. After all, Sunday is comin'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-3541989755156753009?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3541989755156753009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=3541989755156753009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/3541989755156753009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/3541989755156753009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-off.html' title='A DAY OFF'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-882108213238451054</id><published>2012-01-19T13:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T14:00:40.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ONCE UPON A TIME</title><content type='html'>While I was reading early this morning, I put my book aside and looked at my wrinkled&lt;br /&gt;hands. I started thinking about where they have been and what they have done, and why&lt;br /&gt;do they look like they do.&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, long ago, they were so small and so soft. They were held in the hands&lt;br /&gt;of mom and dad to keep me from falling or to pick me up when I did fall down. Once upon&lt;br /&gt;a time they wrote words for the first time. They made a bed or they learned to ride a new&lt;br /&gt;bike. Once upon a time they held a Bible given to me by my parents. Once upon a time&lt;br /&gt;my hands held the hands of a young lady. And then once upon a time almost 43 years&lt;br /&gt;ago they held the hands of my wife and then our children.&lt;br /&gt;These wrinkled hands were once soft and smooth but now they show wrinkles, scars and&lt;br /&gt;smudges of dirt even if my mom did tell me to was my dirty hands, many, many times.&lt;br /&gt;These hands are slowly starting to look like the wrinkled hands of my aging father who&lt;br /&gt;held a big King James Bible in them for the 300th time. When I look at the cast of dad's&lt;br /&gt;hands that are in our house, I remember that once upon a time, not all that long ago,&lt;br /&gt;those hands waved a kiss towards me from the bed upon which dad died.&lt;br /&gt;What do your hands look like? Why do they look as they do? Let me hand it to you to&lt;br /&gt;keep using your hands to do the very best you can to touch someone with compassion&lt;br /&gt;and care like our Lord did with His hands, long, long ago, and even again today.&lt;br /&gt;Every Sunday I look down at my hands while in worship at the early service at church.&lt;br /&gt;While the preacher preaches I see my hands. I see the aging hands that soon will&lt;br /&gt;take communion bread and juice and consecrate it for the congregation and soon&lt;br /&gt;there after, serve them one by one the Lords' Supper. It's then and there that I know&lt;br /&gt;that at that time, I'm doing what God called me to do when I said yes to being a&lt;br /&gt;pastor. But there is something else that happens in that service that touches me.&lt;br /&gt;Years ago I served communion to some of the very people who approach me each&lt;br /&gt;Sunday now. And when they reach out their hands to take the bread, I see aging&lt;br /&gt;hands that were soft and smooth once upon a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-882108213238451054?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/882108213238451054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=882108213238451054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/882108213238451054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/882108213238451054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2012/01/once-upon-time.html' title='ONCE UPON A TIME'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-8161854965988690690</id><published>2012-01-19T07:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T07:38:09.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVIES IN THE MORNING</title><content type='html'>As I grow older, I'm watching more and more old, old movies. I turn the Turner&lt;br /&gt;Classic Movies on and watch movies from way back when. The problem I have&lt;br /&gt;is how many of the movies or actors I can call by name quicker than I can snap&lt;br /&gt;my fingers. I can't do that very well when it comes to today's movies. I guess I&lt;br /&gt;just happen to like the goodd old day's better.&lt;br /&gt;It's 6:30 a.m. cdt and I'm about to watch Joan in Paris just to see if I remember&lt;br /&gt;anyone from the movie. Looking at the cast of character's thus far, I can't place&lt;br /&gt;one name in my old mind. Maybe I will the next time I watch it. Or, I may turn&lt;br /&gt;Turner off and turn on Good Morning America and see if I know any of the&lt;br /&gt;people on it. Better yet, I may go back to sleep after my morning cup's of hot&lt;br /&gt;coffee. Problem with that though is having to get up and go to the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;so many times, just like being at the movies. Excuse me, please, I have to go&lt;br /&gt;right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-8161854965988690690?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8161854965988690690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=8161854965988690690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/8161854965988690690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/8161854965988690690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2012/01/movies-in-morning.html' title='MOVIES IN THE MORNING'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-8390643977306874840</id><published>2012-01-18T21:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T21:14:37.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU ASKED FOR IT</title><content type='html'>While I was having coffee this morning at Barnes &amp;amp; Noble, a man from our coffee group&lt;br /&gt;came in late. When he saw me he pointed at me and said, "Hello, potted plant (because&lt;br /&gt;I'm there so often)." I looked at him and said, "Atleast I'm not a blooming idiot!" He&lt;br /&gt;hushed up but smiled at me as if to  say, "I'll get even." I doubt it because I'm too quick&lt;br /&gt;on the draw. Besides, my plants are resting for the winter.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed reading from four books while I was at Barnes &amp;amp; Noble today. I needed to stay&lt;br /&gt;there and take my time being by myself after the coffee club guy's left. It was so nice to&lt;br /&gt;not have to be anywhere else, doing something else. (my wife may not agree with me)&lt;br /&gt;I started reading a new book that I really was blessed by reading as much of it as I did.&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to go back (soon, I hope) to finish it. I even cheated and wrote down a couple&lt;br /&gt;of notes from it.&lt;br /&gt;The Cafe' was full with people talking, reading, playing cards or chess while sipping a&lt;br /&gt;drink &amp;amp; eating something. I only knew one person in the crowded cafe' so I said something&lt;br /&gt;to her as I was leaving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-8390643977306874840?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8390643977306874840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=8390643977306874840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/8390643977306874840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/8390643977306874840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-asked-for-it.html' title='YOU ASKED FOR IT'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-4175266773422046334</id><published>2012-01-15T19:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T19:41:59.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ATTENDANCE WAS WAY UP</title><content type='html'>Our pastor was gone last Sunday and someone else from the staff preached. I wanted&lt;br /&gt;to ask him today in church if he saw how high the attendance was last Sunday when&lt;br /&gt;he didn't preach. The week before was less than 800 and last Sunday it was almost&lt;br /&gt;1300. Maybe he should let staff members preach more often if he wants to see the&lt;br /&gt;church grow. (ha)&lt;br /&gt;He preached to a full house today and preached a great sermon on the subject of prayer.&lt;br /&gt;If I had asked him what I wanted too, I might need prayer! come to think about it, I&lt;br /&gt;do!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-4175266773422046334?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4175266773422046334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=4175266773422046334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/4175266773422046334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/4175266773422046334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2012/01/attendance-was-way-up.html' title='ATTENDANCE WAS WAY UP'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-2265858784699401804</id><published>2012-01-15T19:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T19:34:24.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AN AFTERNOON TO REMEMBER</title><content type='html'>This afternoon while I was watching football, I realized I had on a sweater that belonged&lt;br /&gt;to my twin who died last year. All of the sudden I could see him in his house sitting on his&lt;br /&gt;lazy boy with his dog in his lap while watching tv and wearing the sweater I have on. You&lt;br /&gt;see, I was sitting on my lazy boy with our dog in my lap watching tv with that sweater on.&lt;br /&gt;Wierd, I felt Harold's presence and almost heard him saying,  "nice dog, nice lazy boy, nice&lt;br /&gt;tv, hey! THAT'S MY SWEATER!!" Well, it's mine now and I'll take good care of it. Except,&lt;br /&gt;I should ask Harold what this food stain is on the right sleave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-2265858784699401804?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2265858784699401804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=2265858784699401804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/2265858784699401804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/2265858784699401804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2012/01/afternoon-to-remember.html' title='AN AFTERNOON TO REMEMBER'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-7804160914707508228</id><published>2012-01-08T21:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T21:53:07.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BACK!</title><content type='html'>This is the first time in a very long time to blog for me. I have been on facebook instead. I just&lt;br /&gt;did this for the fun of it. If anyone is still reading my blog, let me know. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-7804160914707508228?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7804160914707508228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=7804160914707508228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/7804160914707508228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/7804160914707508228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-back.html' title='I&apos;M BACK!'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-3706041389563577650</id><published>2011-07-19T21:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T21:34:38.237-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The new garage door was put in place yesterday morning at our house&lt;br /&gt;after a few weeks without a door at all. It looks so nice, keeps the house&lt;br /&gt;cooler and safer. As we rejoice in this being done, we also are trying to&lt;br /&gt;get some rest after a very busy two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I plan to go to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble Wednesday and read from a couple of&lt;br /&gt;new books while drinking coffee and eating a blueberry muffin. I had&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go today but I had to take the dog for a shot and help do&lt;br /&gt;a couple of things here at home. It worked out. My wife made a cobbler&lt;br /&gt;this afternoon and it is sooooooo goooooooooood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-3706041389563577650?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3706041389563577650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=3706041389563577650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/3706041389563577650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/3706041389563577650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-garage-door-was-put-in-place.html' title=''/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-2772791620102504541</id><published>2011-07-12T21:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T21:41:00.699-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A HOT HOUSE</title><content type='html'>I'm glad to say that at the end of this second day we have&lt;br /&gt;a new ac in place and clean air ducts. Today was worse&lt;br /&gt;than yesterday due to not having the ac on as much. It&lt;br /&gt;has been a hot house with little cool air at all. Even if a&lt;br /&gt;fan was blowing, it was blowing hot air!&lt;br /&gt;It will take all night to get it cooler inside due to the hot&lt;br /&gt;outside. But we are delight that we have ac most of the&lt;br /&gt;time when others don't have it at all. I feel so sorry for&lt;br /&gt;those that don't have ac at all.&lt;br /&gt;We look forward to next Monday morning because that&lt;br /&gt;is when a new garage door will be put in place. We and&lt;br /&gt;our dog will be glad because it gives us safety as well as&lt;br /&gt;a quiter house. Besides, it will look better than no door&lt;br /&gt;at all or tarps hanging down to keep the weather out. We&lt;br /&gt;might even win an award for the best improved house&lt;br /&gt;in Hunting Creek. We even gave the old door away today&lt;br /&gt;to someone for scrap medal. I have an idea whe did pretty&lt;br /&gt;well with taking it off our hands. Good for him, good for&lt;br /&gt;us.&lt;br /&gt;I plan to rest Wednesday after two hot day's here at home.&lt;br /&gt;As I've said, we both worn out with waiting, working and&lt;br /&gt;having a hot house on two very hot day's. By the way, our&lt;br /&gt;son came today and plans to leave Wednesday. He should&lt;br /&gt;of taken my advice and come at a better time. However, it&lt;br /&gt;is so good having home even if it hot stuff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-2772791620102504541?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2772791620102504541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=2772791620102504541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/2772791620102504541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/2772791620102504541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/07/hot-house.html' title='A HOT HOUSE'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-1955538069941934964</id><published>2011-07-10T21:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T21:33:30.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A HEAT WAVE</title><content type='html'>I attended the 8:15 service this morning and then headed&lt;br /&gt;home to let my nephew drop his dog off for the week at our&lt;br /&gt;house while his family is at music camp. Now we have two&lt;br /&gt;barking dogs to take care of till Saturday. the worse thing&lt;br /&gt;(really best) is that tomorrow the air-conditioning will be&lt;br /&gt;shut down while a new one is installed through Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;We can't complain since we have had air-condioning while&lt;br /&gt;some people don't have any at all.&lt;br /&gt;I went to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble and started reading a new book&lt;br /&gt;this afternoon. It was a cool place to be while drinking my&lt;br /&gt;hot coffee and reading a the same time. I may go back in&lt;br /&gt;the morning if I can't stand the heat (get out of the kitchen)&lt;br /&gt;and I doubt I can. It will be a heat wave as I wave good bye&lt;br /&gt;to the dog's &amp;amp; my dear wife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-1955538069941934964?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1955538069941934964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=1955538069941934964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/1955538069941934964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/1955538069941934964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/07/heat-wave.html' title='A HEAT WAVE'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-2774130784651396326</id><published>2011-07-09T22:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T22:19:18.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING</title><content type='html'>Big brother is watching. That is an old statement about the&lt;br /&gt;possibity of the government watching everything anyone&lt;br /&gt;does. But I like big brother better because my big brother&lt;br /&gt;is watching out for me and our younger brother.&lt;br /&gt;It is nice to get a phone call from big brother to check up&lt;br /&gt;on you and it is even nicer to know that big brother is much&lt;br /&gt;older than I am. He doesn't look as old as he almost is (soon)&lt;br /&gt;but he sure is wise in his ways.&lt;br /&gt;May the Lord look down upon my big brother and bless and&lt;br /&gt;keep him safe and sound. May the Lord look down upon my&lt;br /&gt;big brother because he is someone I care about a great deal.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks big brother, Kenneth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-2774130784651396326?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2774130784651396326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=2774130784651396326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/2774130784651396326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/2774130784651396326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/07/big-brother-is-watching.html' title='BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-842808493334802049</id><published>2011-07-09T07:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T08:06:13.797-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SATURDAY SILENCE</title><content type='html'>I got up before 5:30 and took the two news papers to the back&lt;br /&gt;deck to read them. Instead, I found myself staring at the gray&lt;br /&gt;sky above and the fog. It looked so calm. Then I listened to the&lt;br /&gt;silence of the early morning and thanked the Lord for another&lt;br /&gt;new day.&lt;br /&gt;As I drank coffee and read the papers, I placed a covering down&lt;br /&gt;on the deck for Derby (dog) so he wouldn't get wet from the wet&lt;br /&gt;deck. A few minutes after that I felt somehing on my left foot. It&lt;br /&gt;was Derby telling me he was ready to come back inside. So, here&lt;br /&gt;I am at the desk while Derby is back in bed beside our daughter.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can get something done now.&lt;br /&gt;I twisted and turned all night it seems. I think i had too much on&lt;br /&gt;my mind to sleep well. Most of the time I sleep pretty well through&lt;br /&gt;the night. Not last night. I'm glad it doesn't happen very often. It&lt;br /&gt;could be too much coffee or too much rubert pie or somethimg like&lt;br /&gt;that.&lt;br /&gt;My right leg looks like it's all red from a fall a few weeks ago. While&lt;br /&gt;it is healing and not hurting, it is amazing to see it like this. As the&lt;br /&gt;healing takes places the blood goes down the leg until it's healed.&lt;br /&gt;The small knot on my hip isn't as big as it has been but it's still&lt;br /&gt;there. It reminds me of just how quick things change and that I&lt;br /&gt;better behave. Well, try to behave. I walk with my cane most of&lt;br /&gt;the time and try to watch where I'm going. I just hope it's not down&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;That's enough stuff for a Saturday filled with silence. Soon the sounds&lt;br /&gt;of silence will be replaced with the sounds of traffic, people, tv, and&lt;br /&gt;things like that. As Paul Harvey would say, "Good day."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-842808493334802049?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/842808493334802049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=842808493334802049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/842808493334802049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/842808493334802049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/07/saturday-silence.html' title='SATURDAY SILENCE'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-5343833067535900204</id><published>2011-07-08T21:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T21:50:16.677-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD INTENTIONS</title><content type='html'>I have missed my twin brother today. While I was at Barnes&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Nobel, I picked up two books about the death of siblings. At&lt;br /&gt;first I was just going to get a quick glance at them and get up&lt;br /&gt;and on my way. Several minutes latter I did just that with tears&lt;br /&gt;in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Each book spoke about things siblings meant to say and do with&lt;br /&gt;one another but failed to get it done. Things like talking about the&lt;br /&gt;past and the future, going on trips together, calling one another&lt;br /&gt;more often, etc. Harold and I both had good intentions but failed&lt;br /&gt;to follow through on them when we could have and should have.&lt;br /&gt;I saw my twin as I turned the pages of the two books. I thought&lt;br /&gt;of my twin as I put the two books back where they belonged. And&lt;br /&gt;then I left as a soft rain was falling down from the sky as I walked&lt;br /&gt;out to the car. The rain and tears kissed one another as I wiped&lt;br /&gt;them off my face and headed home knowing that it is good to have&lt;br /&gt;days like this. It was a good day indeed. Good night Harold, good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-5343833067535900204?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5343833067535900204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=5343833067535900204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/5343833067535900204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/5343833067535900204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/07/good-intentions.html' title='GOOD INTENTIONS'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-40157875452517121</id><published>2011-07-08T21:15:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T21:34:11.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AN OPEN AND CLOSED CASE</title><content type='html'>When I drove into the parking lot of the resturant where&lt;br /&gt;three of us meet to eat every three weeks, only one truck&lt;br /&gt;was in the lot. I wondered why no one else was there. When&lt;br /&gt;I put my car window down, my friend told me they were on&lt;br /&gt;vacation till Monday. No problem. We went to Bob Evans.&lt;br /&gt;When another friend showed up we informed him that he&lt;br /&gt;had to buy because his name is Bob, he has a birthday this&lt;br /&gt;month so we know he will get money, and because he was&lt;br /&gt;such a nice guy. It worked, he bought for the three of us.&lt;br /&gt;I went to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble to read all alone because I was&lt;br /&gt;far behind on a book I've been trying to read there before.&lt;br /&gt;I got in several chapters before a lovely lady sat down at&lt;br /&gt;my table. I asked her where her husband was and she told&lt;br /&gt;me she didn't and she didn't care. Then and there I&lt;br /&gt;knew I had to take advantage of her so I gave her my&lt;br /&gt;membership card for a cup of hot tea. Afterwards, she&lt;br /&gt;gave the card back to me and went to read some magazines.&lt;br /&gt;Caught up in her beauty and the chance to flirt with her, I&lt;br /&gt;sat down beside her while she was reading. We looked at&lt;br /&gt;one another. Before we knew it, we left together and drove&lt;br /&gt;in seperate cars to meet again. After she unlocked the front&lt;br /&gt;door of her house I walked in and asked her when he husband&lt;br /&gt;would be back. She told me he was with two friends at Bob&lt;br /&gt;Evans and wouldn't be back till afternoon. That's when I&lt;br /&gt;asked the lovely lady her name and she told me Janice as&lt;br /&gt;she slipped her arms around my neck and hugged me. I&lt;br /&gt;melted in her arms until our daughter walked into the room&lt;br /&gt;and said, "You two stop that kissing."&lt;br /&gt;What a day. What a date. What a wild and crazy guy! And&lt;br /&gt;so that's the case of an open and closed case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-40157875452517121?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/40157875452517121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=40157875452517121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/40157875452517121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/40157875452517121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/07/open-and-closed-case.html' title='AN OPEN AND CLOSED CASE'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-8644135676936917570</id><published>2011-07-06T08:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T13:09:00.614-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GREEN MONSTER MASHED</title><content type='html'>I threw about half a water melon on the compost this morning because it wasn't worth eating. A few minutes ago, Derby was barking at it like it was a green monster. He barked and barked and barked until I got him inside. Now I am going back outside to smash it up so that the dog will stop all his barking. Maybe he will feel safe after the green monster is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just killed the green monster. It was a struggle to the end. It spit at me and tried to escape under the vines of other strange looking green looking things. But I prevailed thanks to my shovel and strength. It was not a pretty sight! When Derby went back out he barked at the green monster until he saw that it had split the scene. Feeling safe, Derby licked my leg (I think it was juice from the green monster) and laid down safe and secure. What a day. What a dog. What a grandaddy. What a mess!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-8644135676936917570?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8644135676936917570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=8644135676936917570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/8644135676936917570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/8644135676936917570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/07/green-monster-mashed.html' title='GREEN MONSTER MASHED'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-5955958243662622062</id><published>2011-07-05T07:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T07:35:30.417-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A RETURN TO ROUTINE</title><content type='html'>The fire crackers will soon be sounds of our past as people&lt;br /&gt;get on with their lives. The celebration will be replaced as&lt;br /&gt;we get back into the routines of day by day living. We will&lt;br /&gt;complain about the heat, hard work and having so much&lt;br /&gt;to do. Welcome to reality that isn't a tv show.&lt;br /&gt;As for myself, I know it sounds crazy but I want to go to&lt;br /&gt;Barnes &amp;amp; Noble to read today. There is something about&lt;br /&gt;the places that allows me to really relax. I will pick up a&lt;br /&gt;new book and find myself wanting to read it. At times,&lt;br /&gt;that new book takes the place for awhile of the book I've&lt;br /&gt;been reading. I will get back to the first book after the&lt;br /&gt;other book is read.&lt;br /&gt;Back to work, house hold duties and the like is what it's&lt;br /&gt;like around our house. Routine things might get to be a&lt;br /&gt;bore at times but that what life is all about. Just be glad&lt;br /&gt;if your able to do things and get on with it. That's what&lt;br /&gt;it is all about. Just like my routine of writing boggs from&lt;br /&gt;time to time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-5955958243662622062?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5955958243662622062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=5955958243662622062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/5955958243662622062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/5955958243662622062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/07/return-to-routine.html' title='A RETURN TO ROUTINE'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-5711905901267678187</id><published>2011-07-02T21:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T21:39:26.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOM!  BOOM!</title><content type='html'>A few minutes ago I walked outside and thought how quite our&lt;br /&gt;neighborhood is when BOOM! BOOM! Firecrackers almost&lt;br /&gt;made this old pee! I jumped about a foot off the ground I wish)&lt;br /&gt;and then I walked back inside our house that is in a very LOUD&lt;br /&gt;neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;I went to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble this morning and finished one book&lt;br /&gt;before reading on in another that I'm taking my time with. As&lt;br /&gt;soon as I got home I finished South of Superior which was a very&lt;br /&gt;good book. I think I'm ready to get back to a good mystery next.&lt;br /&gt;I like variety when I read.&lt;br /&gt;I washed the crv even though I know it might rain Sunday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;It's like taking a Saturday bath before the Sabbath. I meant to wash&lt;br /&gt;our daughter's crv but I ran out of steam before I could get to it. Since&lt;br /&gt;she has Monday off, I might wash her's before Tuesday. They key&lt;br /&gt;word is MIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;The BOOM! BOOMS! are still BOOMING but I have an idea I can&lt;br /&gt;still sleep. I take after my daddy.&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate being free and give God the glory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-5711905901267678187?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5711905901267678187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=5711905901267678187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/5711905901267678187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/5711905901267678187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/07/boom-boom.html' title='BOOM!  BOOM!'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-5827403591485128524</id><published>2011-06-30T11:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T11:30:22.965-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GOD's FROZEN CHOSEN</title><content type='html'>Hey mister, do you have any spare parts? I need a healed hip. I need&lt;br /&gt;a smoother skin. I need a do-over because I'mover-due for one. I need&lt;br /&gt;to stay off my hip because it is bigger than it was when I got many years&lt;br /&gt;ago. Hey mister, I need to ba hippy.&lt;br /&gt;I put ice on it for 15 minutes early this morning &amp;amp; now it is thawing out&lt;br /&gt;I just hope no one puts salt on it and heats it up like a frozen turkey even&lt;br /&gt;if I am a turkey! Pass the pepper please.&lt;br /&gt;You know it is bad when I don't go to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble. When my wife says,&lt;br /&gt;"STAY!", I stay because my other hip might match my right hip if I don't&lt;br /&gt;act right, right!!&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I'm doing ok except that my Depends are not so dependable. They&lt;br /&gt;keep falling down. Depending upon how you look at it, I need HELP! Do you&lt;br /&gt;know they # for 911?&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I think all this is part of the Coomer Humor Tumor - right Ken?&lt;br /&gt;Is there a pill for it? Is there a salve for it? Is there any hope? I tried taking&lt;br /&gt;two pills for it but my skin broke out with poke-a-dots and all I could do was&lt;br /&gt;go back to bed. Maybe, just maybe, I should see Dr. Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-5827403591485128524?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5827403591485128524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=5827403591485128524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/5827403591485128524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/5827403591485128524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/06/gods-frozen-chosen.html' title='GOD&apos;s FROZEN CHOSEN'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-697952468874305211</id><published>2011-06-29T20:48:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T21:02:24.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HERMATOMA, HE SAID</title><content type='html'>I fell a few day's ago and hurt my right hip. It bruised badly. While&lt;br /&gt;we were in Nashville today, I noticed a swelling in my hip. We had&lt;br /&gt;left seeing our chiropractor not long before this took place. Thus,&lt;br /&gt;we went back to see Dr Ray. He took exrays and gave me a treatment&lt;br /&gt;for a few minutes. It is called hermatoma, a collection of blood outside&lt;br /&gt;of a blood vessel.&lt;br /&gt;I have put ice on it for a few minutes since coming home and taken&lt;br /&gt;a nap. Dr Ray says it will take a long while for it to heal but I shouldn't&lt;br /&gt;have trouble with it unless I fall again. He urged me using a cane all&lt;br /&gt;of the time, in all places. I guess I'll have to stop playing tennis and&lt;br /&gt;golf after all this.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that we were able to go see Dr Ray so soon and that he was&lt;br /&gt;ready and willing to help me. He has been our chiropractor for a&lt;br /&gt;number of years and is great at making us all feel better when we&lt;br /&gt;hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Before coming home, we did stop to eat pizza. My wife drove us&lt;br /&gt;home since I was very tired after all this taking place all of the&lt;br /&gt;sudden. I know I can't wash dishes, run the vacucum cleaner or&lt;br /&gt;wash the car now that I've fallen and can't get up! Maybe in a&lt;br /&gt;few months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-697952468874305211?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/697952468874305211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=697952468874305211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/697952468874305211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/697952468874305211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/06/hermatoma.html' title='HERMATOMA, HE SAID'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-612548203678496766</id><published>2011-06-28T21:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T21:59:15.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A FULL MEAL</title><content type='html'>A couple whom I married many years ago from Broadway brought a&lt;br /&gt;full meal to our house last night. We enjoyed each and every bite. I&lt;br /&gt;was full after the meal and hoped there were left-overs left over. Yep!&lt;br /&gt;She even made a Derby pie.&lt;br /&gt;We invited my younger brother to the table since we hadn't seen&lt;br /&gt;much of him for a few days. It was good having him with us and&lt;br /&gt;updating one another on things going on for all of us. Since I was&lt;br /&gt;tired, I went to bed early and slept all night long even when the&lt;br /&gt;wind was blowing hard. I didn't know about it till I woke up and&lt;br /&gt;then picked up limbs from the trees.&lt;br /&gt;I need to diet again after so much food and so little exercise of late.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I need to stop the seconds within seconds and I need to&lt;br /&gt;swallow the fact that I swallow way to many cokes. If I don't do&lt;br /&gt;something now I will look like Fat Albert soon.&lt;br /&gt;It has been good being back home after a hard week last week.&lt;br /&gt;We've rested and done a few jobs here and there. One of the&lt;br /&gt;things I did yesterday was to put Harold's obit in the Bowling&lt;br /&gt;Green newspaper so some of his former members of a church he&lt;br /&gt;served years ago might know of his death. When it came out today,&lt;br /&gt;I sure was glad that I had done it. He loved Kerr Memorial and&lt;br /&gt;Bowling Green. We love Bowling Green as well.&lt;br /&gt;It is near my bed time again tonight so I'll be heading to bed so&lt;br /&gt;we can get up to go to Nashville in the morning to see a couple&lt;br /&gt;of doctor's. Nite-nite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-612548203678496766?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/612548203678496766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=612548203678496766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/612548203678496766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/612548203678496766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/06/full-meal_28.html' title='A FULL MEAL'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-3964221824092741845</id><published>2011-06-26T20:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T20:33:52.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LOUD AND CLEAR</title><content type='html'>Harold had a great respect for Dr. W E Sangster who wasn't able to speak near&lt;br /&gt;the end of his life due to an illness. How strange it is that Harold was in a very&lt;br /&gt;similiar situation at the end of his life. Yet the two of them were alike when&lt;br /&gt;I think of a quote (I don't have it all) that Dr Sangster said comes to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;It went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;"How sad it would be to not be able to speak about Easter because of not having&lt;br /&gt;a voice, and yet, even sadder to have a voice to speak with and stay silent about&lt;br /&gt;Easter."&lt;br /&gt;Harold shouted EASTER at his Celebration of life last Friday night when those&lt;br /&gt;there spoke about him and his Lord. Easter was echoing throught the songs.&lt;br /&gt;speakers, sights and spirit of the service.&lt;br /&gt;A Scripture comes to my mind: "We cannot but speak of that which we have&lt;br /&gt;seen and heard." (Acts) Let us all speak loud and clear with our lives and lips&lt;br /&gt;that "Because He Lives, I can face tomorrow.." Don't be mute. Be bold and get&lt;br /&gt;the message told. Harold did!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-3964221824092741845?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3964221824092741845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=3964221824092741845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/3964221824092741845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/3964221824092741845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/06/loud-and-clear.html' title='LOUD AND CLEAR'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-8894078937064061425</id><published>2011-06-26T14:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T14:14:23.744-04:00</updated><title type='text'>VERY TOUCHING</title><content type='html'>I was very touched as people passed by at Commmunion and touched&lt;br /&gt;my hand, patted my back, winked and smiled at me. What a way of&lt;br /&gt;saying that they were with me as I pass through the valley of the shadow&lt;br /&gt;of death. They gave me comfort in so many ways.&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I are about to go to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble since our home air&lt;br /&gt;conditioner isn't working. Maybe we can cool down while we read,&lt;br /&gt;drink (me) coffee and see friends. I might even do what I sometimes&lt;br /&gt;see when I'm there, men snoozing in their sofa chairs. Why not join&lt;br /&gt;the club of comfort and chill!&lt;br /&gt;We have thought of Harold and the family often today. We pray that&lt;br /&gt;they (family) and able to relax and rest after a hard week. Who knows,&lt;br /&gt;Harold just might be playing the piano and singing with mom &amp;amp; dad&lt;br /&gt;as they celebrate a grand reunion. If not that, Harold just might be&lt;br /&gt;talking everyone's ears off since he hasn't been able to talk much for&lt;br /&gt;many weeks. If not, maybe, just maybe, Harold is having a heavy&lt;br /&gt;conversation with Christ about something. Whatever it is, I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;of this, Harold is home in Heaven and has no more pain and no more&lt;br /&gt;tears. For that, I sure am gratefull to God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-8894078937064061425?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8894078937064061425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=8894078937064061425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/8894078937064061425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/8894078937064061425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/06/very-touching.html' title='VERY TOUCHING'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-6364680787624708001</id><published>2011-06-25T20:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T20:43:30.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HOT-HOUSE</title><content type='html'>Our air-conditioner isn't working so we're in the hot-house!! But that is&lt;br /&gt;fine since we're home. We are all tired &amp;amp; sleepy so we all have taken naps.&lt;br /&gt;All else is well back in Bowling Greenn as far as I can tell.&lt;br /&gt;I may attend all the services Sunday at Broadway just to stay cool. Or, I&lt;br /&gt;might go to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble to stay cool. Whatever, wherever, I just want&lt;br /&gt;some rest. I can sleep in the services while Rick preaches or something.&lt;br /&gt;What I really want to do is worshp the Lord in the sanctuary and offfer&lt;br /&gt;thanks for blessing after blessing this week.&lt;br /&gt;This is like me, short. It's too hot to think or type so I'm out of here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-6364680787624708001?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6364680787624708001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=6364680787624708001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/6364680787624708001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/6364680787624708001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/06/hot-house.html' title='HOT-HOUSE'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-7249933785117887300</id><published>2011-06-21T15:51:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T16:07:36.432-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Station</title><content type='html'>I went to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble to relax awhile this morning drinking coffee and&lt;br /&gt;reading. I got off in a corner and spent some down time to get me back up.&lt;br /&gt;The Lord gave me guidance as I walk throught the valley of the shadow of&lt;br /&gt;death. I found comfort in Christ as I read, reflected, prayed &amp;amp; thought of&lt;br /&gt;all that's coming up over the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;There is so much to do and so many things we want to say as family and&lt;br /&gt;friends gather to celebrate Harold's life. We will all need an extra dose&lt;br /&gt;of Divine comfort and bidding. We have laughed and cried at our house&lt;br /&gt;and in our hearts over the past hours. We have looked backwards and we&lt;br /&gt;have looked forward. We have found rest and we have been stressed but&lt;br /&gt;most of all, best of all,we have God's Word to be faithful in tough times.&lt;br /&gt;While we pack up for our journey, we remember how Harold packed his&lt;br /&gt;spiritual suitcases long ago so that he would be ready to catch that Gospel&lt;br /&gt;train when it pulled into the station. May we all learn a lession from someone&lt;br /&gt;who has aready arrived at his final resting place, the arms of Almighty God.&lt;br /&gt;Now, Harold waits for all of us to come home, come home., all ye who are weary,&lt;br /&gt;come home. The porch light is on and the Father waits at the door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-7249933785117887300?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7249933785117887300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=7249933785117887300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/7249933785117887300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/7249933785117887300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/06/station.html' title='The Station'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-6882655522982482740</id><published>2011-06-21T07:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T11:06:06.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>JOURNEY WITH JAMES</title><content type='html'>I knew that when I sat down out back on our deck a few minutes ago&lt;br /&gt;that the first thing I needed to do was to turn to the Obituaries in the&lt;br /&gt;newspaper. When I saw the page the first person's picture I saw was&lt;br /&gt;that of my twin, &lt;a href="http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/louisville/obituary.aspx?n=james-harold-coomer&amp;amp;pid=152118914&amp;amp;fhid=4752"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;James Harold Coomer, age 67&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Tears fell down on the&lt;br /&gt;page almost hitting what was written. After catching my breath, I read&lt;br /&gt;it. It was well written about someone whose journey is completed. So&lt;br /&gt;I say, Well done, Harold, well done.&lt;br /&gt;As I read all the things family and friends say about Harold through&lt;br /&gt;emails and facebook, I'm reminded how Harold had such an impact&lt;br /&gt;upon so many lives, in so many ways. Again, well done, Harold, well&lt;br /&gt;done. I have no doubt that his life will touch lives for years to come&lt;br /&gt;as others remember how he said or did something for them through&lt;br /&gt;out the years, mostly the ones where he strugged to survive whatever&lt;br /&gt;came his way. I know that his twin brother is seeking to survive all&lt;br /&gt;that has come my way, and Harold has shown me how to run (walk)&lt;br /&gt;the race.&lt;br /&gt;One of these days the two of us will be together once again. Until then,&lt;br /&gt;I must do my best because Harold was always asking me how well I&lt;br /&gt;was doing. It wasn't about Harold, it was all about someome who has&lt;br /&gt;walked the journey by his side as a twin brother I have many more&lt;br /&gt;miles to go, but I know I can make it if I follow in the footsteps of one&lt;br /&gt;who walked in the foot steps of another person, Jesus Christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-6882655522982482740?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6882655522982482740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=6882655522982482740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/6882655522982482740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/6882655522982482740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/06/journey-with-james.html' title='JOURNEY WITH JAMES'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-6826326843104561754</id><published>2011-06-20T07:54:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T17:05:17.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FOR THE FIRST TIME</title><content type='html'>When I woke up this morning, I realized that this is the first day of my life without my twin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harold has run the race, finished the course, and is in Heaven for eternity. No more pain, no more waiting, and no more wondering. The journey has been completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these days my journey will be through. Harold and I will be together again. Until then, I'll always keep many memories of my womb-mate tucked away down deep in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks goes out to our family who has been faithful in being bonded together during these tough times. Harold would be so very proud of each one of us. While we aren't finished taking care of things with Harold's death, we celebrate his journey with us and give God the glory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-6826326843104561754?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6826326843104561754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=6826326843104561754' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/6826326843104561754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/6826326843104561754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/06/for-first-time.html' title='FOR THE FIRST TIME'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-3666502838627575931</id><published>2011-06-18T16:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T16:48:24.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THUD!!</title><content type='html'>Late yesterday afternoon I heard a loud THUD! from the garage. I took&lt;br /&gt;a quick look but didn't see what it could be. Then, right after my wife and&lt;br /&gt;daughter drove into the garage after arriving home from going to see my&lt;br /&gt;twin, Harold, THUD!! the Garage door went off the track &amp;amp; we couldn't&lt;br /&gt;get out until today.&lt;br /&gt;Today is Saturday. Today is the day before Father's Day. Today is the&lt;br /&gt;day when all garage door compaines are closed until Monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, today became the day I took the garage door down so a brand new&lt;br /&gt;one would be my Father's Day present next week. We had talked about&lt;br /&gt;getting a new one one of these days, today is that day when we decided&lt;br /&gt;that next week would be really great.&lt;br /&gt;I'm was already sore from removing a bookcase from the kitchen Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;I was already sore from moving books from bookcase to another bookcase.&lt;br /&gt;I was already sore from all those things as well as a couple of others. I had&lt;br /&gt;planned to get a haircut and goes to Barnes and Noble this morning. But I&lt;br /&gt;was locked in with no way to drive off into the sunrise. The haircut and a&lt;br /&gt;trip to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble will have to wait till next week. I'm too sore to even&lt;br /&gt;move my fingers to type this Blog.&lt;br /&gt;That's the up's and down's of life I guess. It could of been worse. Atleast&lt;br /&gt;the cars are still safe and sound in the garage on a very wet day. My next&lt;br /&gt;job will be to guard the garage to keep someone from stealing somthing&lt;br /&gt;from it. I think my Father's Day present is hidden out there somewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-3666502838627575931?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3666502838627575931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=3666502838627575931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/3666502838627575931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/3666502838627575931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/06/thud.html' title='THUD!!'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-363171757640825516</id><published>2011-06-15T20:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T20:48:53.174-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OFF DUTY</title><content type='html'>Today was a day of doing nothing if I could get away with it. Well,&lt;br /&gt;I did pretty well with my plan. I went to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble and spent&lt;br /&gt;the entire morning reading a new book and visiting with a&lt;br /&gt;few friends. I think there were 12 of us at one time chatting away &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;drinking coffee. These are people I've come to know by being there as&lt;br /&gt;often as I do. A couple of even shared some pretty&lt;br /&gt;heavy stuff with me as they have sought help in dealing with some things.&lt;br /&gt;I take that as a compliment that they think enough of me to try to help them.&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, I sat outside and read until a drop or two of rain fell on my head&lt;br /&gt;and sent me inside. That's when I took a nap. And then the weather alarm sounded&lt;br /&gt;off loud and clear as a wake up call. I got up &amp;amp; unplugged it &amp;amp; went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Can't keep John L. Jr from getting in has afternoon nap!&lt;br /&gt;I think I will watch the hockey game on tv until bedtime. After all, I'm off duty!&lt;br /&gt;(till the boss sends an alarm to get up &amp;amp; get going)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-363171757640825516?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/363171757640825516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=363171757640825516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/363171757640825516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/363171757640825516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/06/off-duty.html' title='OFF DUTY'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-4471799127842302510</id><published>2011-06-14T19:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T20:03:59.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A PERFECT FIT</title><content type='html'>When we discovered that the space for the new fridge was too tight to&lt;br /&gt;work, I knew that something had to give. Today I removed the book&lt;br /&gt;case next to the fridge space and the fridge fits just fine. The next job&lt;br /&gt;will be finding or making a space for the books that were there. Both&lt;br /&gt;of us had to work hard to get the job done but it is the perfect fit, just&lt;br /&gt;like the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;I also discoved that I put the seat on backwards on the excective chair&lt;br /&gt;yesterday so I did it over today. It works well now whenever we need&lt;br /&gt;to adjust the back of it. If I had read the instructions I might of gotten&lt;br /&gt;it right the first time. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I'm tired after two day's of hard work around the&lt;br /&gt;house. I hope I can have Wednesday off to go off to Barnes and Noble&lt;br /&gt;to read and relax. That's another perfect fit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-4471799127842302510?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4471799127842302510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=4471799127842302510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/4471799127842302510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/4471799127842302510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/06/pefect-fit.html' title='A PERFECT FIT'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-1614501439574939094</id><published>2011-06-14T08:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T08:34:35.748-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FIT TO BE TIED</title><content type='html'>We bought a new fridge for the kitchen with thoughts of placing the older one&lt;br /&gt;out in the garage as a backup. When the new one arrived yesterday, it wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;fit in the space where it should go. We've tried a couple of things and have yet&lt;br /&gt;to fit the fridge. Therefore, we're fit to be tied.&lt;br /&gt;Since we slept on it(not the fridge), maybe we will come to a conclusion today&lt;br /&gt;as to what to do. -1. send it back (if they take it), -2. remove a bookcase next&lt;br /&gt;to the space, -3. cuss, -4. Let it hang out into the kitchen and say that it is the&lt;br /&gt;latest fad, -5. blame each other for the big mistake, -6. put the new one out in&lt;br /&gt;the garage!!!!&lt;br /&gt;We thought we had the measurements correct but we didn't realize that the&lt;br /&gt;space isn't exactly correct. It's not us, it's is the fault of the fellow who built&lt;br /&gt;the space in the first place. Thus saith the man who just said that.&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for me &amp;amp; my wife because we're going to have to decide what to&lt;br /&gt;do now that we're fit to be tied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-1614501439574939094?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1614501439574939094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=1614501439574939094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/1614501439574939094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/1614501439574939094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/06/fit-to-be-tied.html' title='FIT TO BE TIED'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-3514756170060728073</id><published>2011-06-11T07:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T07:24:12.031-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SLOW POKE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-3514756170060728073?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3514756170060728073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=3514756170060728073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/3514756170060728073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/3514756170060728073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/06/slow-poke.html' title='SLOW POKE'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-1056231955134211587</id><published>2011-06-05T21:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T21:30:34.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CHANGE IS IN THE AIR</title><content type='html'>When I went into the Men's restroom at Barnes &amp;amp; Noble Saturday,&lt;br /&gt;I saw a sign saying, Baby Changing Station. A minute of two after&lt;br /&gt;that a man carried a baby in his arms into the rest room. When I&lt;br /&gt;asked him if he was changing babies, he looked at me like I'm some&lt;br /&gt;crazy old man. Why would he do that? I'm a crazy almost old man!&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of change, my wife and I changed the roll top desk from&lt;br /&gt;one room to another a day or two ago. It had been in the Living&lt;br /&gt;Room but now it is in our home-office where I work often. This&lt;br /&gt;afternoon we worked with putting things in place. I would place&lt;br /&gt;something in one place and she would place it somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;I knew she would do that! She always does, so why expect it not&lt;br /&gt;to happen!&lt;br /&gt;The wind blew hard enough this afternoon to change some things&lt;br /&gt;out in the back yard. Tree limbs where scattered everywhere so&lt;br /&gt;I picked them up while it wasn't so hot. I may be dumb, but I'm not&lt;br /&gt;stupid! I'm thankful that there wasn't more damage done. It even&lt;br /&gt;hailed on Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;That's the latest news from our place to your place. Don't forget&lt;br /&gt;to change __________________ (you name it) before the week&lt;br /&gt;is over. Good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-1056231955134211587?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1056231955134211587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=1056231955134211587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/1056231955134211587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/1056231955134211587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/06/change-is-in-air.html' title='CHANGE IS IN THE AIR'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-4500633669863710692</id><published>2011-06-01T08:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T08:46:43.187-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT A DAY</title><content type='html'>I was up early so I had a couple of cups of coffee before giving the garden&lt;br /&gt;some water. I also watered the flowers before coming inside to rest After&lt;br /&gt;all, today is my Barnes &amp;amp; Noble day and senior day at Kroger. If I can get&lt;br /&gt;on out of here before Mrs. C can catch me, I'll head on over to B&amp;amp;N before&lt;br /&gt;they even open. (kidding)&lt;br /&gt;We had a great pot-luck (13 of us) with our Growth Group from Broadway&lt;br /&gt;yesterday. The fellowship &amp;amp; food was wonderful. I ate far too much but I&lt;br /&gt;tried to be nice to those dear souls who went to all that trouble to make all&lt;br /&gt;that food. The green beans were really good (my wife took them) &amp;amp; the&lt;br /&gt;deserts topped everything off.&lt;br /&gt;Since it will be hot today, I know I do have to stay out of the heat as much&lt;br /&gt;as I possibly can. The heat burns me up! Ouch!! Drains my get-up-&amp;amp; go so&lt;br /&gt;that I can't get going. I'm glad I can do all I do day after day.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of today, have a great one &amp;amp; stay cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-4500633669863710692?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4500633669863710692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=4500633669863710692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/4500633669863710692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/4500633669863710692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-day.html' title='WHAT A DAY'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-110651538622203387</id><published>2011-05-30T20:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T20:41:31.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SO - SO</title><content type='html'>My wife and I have had a few day's "home alone" since our daughter went to the&lt;br /&gt;Indy 500. Yesterday we attended the 8:15 service at Broadway &amp;amp; then the 10:30&lt;br /&gt;service at Greenwood (satalite with Broadway). Both services were a blessing to us&lt;br /&gt;as we expected them to be.&lt;br /&gt;Following worship, we ate at Logan's Roadhouse and then watched the 500 on tv&lt;br /&gt;in our nice cool, comfy chairs at home sweet home. What a race! Won in the last&lt;br /&gt;seconds due to a wreck by the leader till then! She napped while I read a few more&lt;br /&gt;pages of The Help.&lt;br /&gt;Today she went shopping while I stayed home. We had planned on going out to&lt;br /&gt;eat at The Olive Garden but ended up eating at Fazoli's instead. It was a good&lt;br /&gt;meal without a crowd to have to deal with. Now we are waiting for Jennifer to&lt;br /&gt;arrive home tonight after a long time being gone.&lt;br /&gt;We meet to eat again Tuesday with our Growth Group as our last get-together&lt;br /&gt;for awhile. It will be pot-luck with the 13 people (couples plus one) bring food&lt;br /&gt;by using a letter from the word GROWTHS. We have G so Green beans will be&lt;br /&gt;what we take although I thought Grits would work well. When we did this the&lt;br /&gt;last time, we were all amazed how how well it worked. I hope we see success&lt;br /&gt;again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble of late so I need to go Wednesday if I can&lt;br /&gt;do so. Since it has just been the two of us, Barnes &amp;amp; Noble had to be put "on hold"&lt;br /&gt;till I can get back there. Besides, being "Home Alone" was well worth it if I say so&lt;br /&gt;\myself. SO-see, I said SO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-110651538622203387?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/110651538622203387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=110651538622203387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/110651538622203387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/110651538622203387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-so.html' title='SO - SO'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-5855032153834073034</id><published>2011-05-25T18:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T19:15:13.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BUSY, BUSY, BUSY</title><content type='html'>Today I moved some things around in our garage so we can put the fridge&lt;br /&gt;that is in the kitchen in that spot when we get a new fridge for the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;I moved this and that to put that and this there. After that, there was a&lt;br /&gt;need to clean out our fireplace in an effort to rid of some strong smells. So,&lt;br /&gt;I moved some things outside to clean and fix and then I cleaned inside the&lt;br /&gt;fireplace before bring the outside stuff inside to put back in place. Then I&lt;br /&gt;had to clean up the mess I made cleaning up the fireplace. Got it? I did, I&lt;br /&gt;got hot &amp;amp; dirty and needed a shower so I would smell better than what I&lt;br /&gt;had just cleaned up.&lt;br /&gt;After all my work, I laid down on the bed to watch the last Oprah show&lt;br /&gt;but I feel asleep &amp;amp; missed it. Maybe I can watch a repeat at 9:00 if the&lt;br /&gt;storms don't demand all my attention. I have our emergency bag ready&lt;br /&gt;with some things we might need in case of the storm. I just wonder how&lt;br /&gt;three people &amp;amp; a dog can fit in the same tub with the emergency bag and&lt;br /&gt;two purses &amp;amp; no telling what else. I may just go low in hopes of not going&lt;br /&gt;high.&lt;br /&gt;I doubt I get a good night's sleep tonight while watching the weather.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I took that nap I guess. May the Lord bless &amp;amp; Keep you safe&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; sound.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-5855032153834073034?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5855032153834073034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=5855032153834073034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/5855032153834073034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/5855032153834073034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/05/busy-busy-busy.html' title='BUSY, BUSY, BUSY'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-1154601007287469732</id><published>2011-05-24T09:26:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T09:39:09.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS BLOG'S FOR YOU</title><content type='html'>My older brother told to me to get back to blogging. So, this blog's for you big brother.&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank you for all you mean to me and so many others. I want to thank you&lt;br /&gt;for always taking good care of others. I want to thank you for being willing to go the&lt;br /&gt;2nd mile &amp;amp; more to be there for someone in stress. I want to thank you for showing&lt;br /&gt;such love to Linda &amp;amp; your family. I want to thank you for needed nudges when we&lt;br /&gt;needed to say or do something. I want to thank you for birthday cards to me when&lt;br /&gt;I failed to get you one (I couldn't remember you last name).&lt;br /&gt;This Blog's for you Kenneth. Keep doing what you've always done because it means&lt;br /&gt;so much to me. And, Linda, thanks for all you do too.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, did I tell you thanks &amp;amp; that I love you?&lt;br /&gt;John Piggy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-1154601007287469732?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1154601007287469732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=1154601007287469732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/1154601007287469732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/1154601007287469732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-blogs-for-you.html' title='THIS BLOG&apos;S FOR YOU'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-5175774758635727738</id><published>2011-04-16T17:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T18:10:00.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CATCHING UP</title><content type='html'>I have been busy doing so many things that writing a Blog has been hard. I preached at the Retirement Village last Tuesday and have been working with getting ready to lead a six week Bible study starting next Tuesday. Plus, I have been busy with house - hold duties as I attempt to assist my wife, besides, she made me! I'm kidding. I know that she has way too much to do all by herself. I am reading a new book by Richard Paul Evans, &lt;em&gt;Miles to Go&lt;/em&gt;, that is the 2nd of 4 books. Thus far I'm finding this book to keep my attention. I was going to see Nicholas Sparks today at a Book Fest here in Bowling Green but I ended up at Barnes and Noble where I read and drank coffee with some friends. I want to travel to see my twin soon. He is out of the hospital and is showing some slight improvement following a fall a few weeks ago. We're gratefull to see him getting better. We're also gratefull for all the people who ask about Harold and/or write him. Prayer's are being answered, so keep praying for him. I'm helping with the 8:15 service each Sunday again and am blessed in doing so. I guess I'm too much like my father. Like father - like son. Have a Holy Week next week as we approach the celebration of Easter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-5175774758635727738?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5175774758635727738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=5175774758635727738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/5175774758635727738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/5175774758635727738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/04/catching-up.html' title='CATCHING UP'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-554255877663716153</id><published>2011-03-26T17:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T18:48:20.445-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AUNT MYRA</title><content type='html'>I preached Aunt Myra's funeral yesterday at the church where I took Janice&lt;br /&gt;to be my wife 42 years ago. I told them that I got two mother-in-law's, my&lt;br /&gt;wife's mother and my wife's Aunt Myra. She was just like a second mother&lt;br /&gt;for Janice and her sister Wilma.&lt;br /&gt;I even sang: "Aunt Myra, Aunt Myra, my herats on fire for Aunt Myra..." We&lt;br /&gt;got a good laugh out of that. Our daughter shared some thoughts about how&lt;br /&gt;she though Aunt Myra did magic because she seemed to show up almost&lt;br /&gt;anywhere, any time. She was always there with her sweet smile and her&lt;br /&gt;sweet spirit. Wilma shared about Aunt Myra's Christmas dinners in their&lt;br /&gt;basement year after year and how she had so much good food.&lt;br /&gt;It was a high honor to preach about an angel named Myra. It is also a&lt;br /&gt;high honor to still be married to Janice Kay Addington Coomer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-554255877663716153?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/554255877663716153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=554255877663716153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/554255877663716153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/554255877663716153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/aunt-myra.html' title='AUNT MYRA'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-1825541942061677025</id><published>2011-03-13T21:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T21:12:10.617-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TAKING THINGS EASY AROUND HERE</title><content type='html'>I have enjoyed having an afternoon at home today. Rather than going to&lt;br /&gt;Barnes &amp;amp; Noble, my wife went and I watched UK-FL play basketball. It&lt;br /&gt;was great seeing UK win the championship.&lt;br /&gt;I have read, played with the dog, taken a nap and been on the computer&lt;br /&gt;as my way of taking it easy around the house. I have an idea that there&lt;br /&gt;will be much to do this week, so I'm getting ready for it all. I know of a&lt;br /&gt;couple of jobs that need my attention and I'm certain a certain person&lt;br /&gt;will provide me with her list for her him (me).&lt;br /&gt;We had a good time at church today. Jennifer sang in the 9:30 service&lt;br /&gt;and I served Communion at the 8:15 service. We went out to eat and&lt;br /&gt;then I headed home to watch the game.&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to classical music in my study while writing this and&lt;br /&gt;catching up with people through emails and chats. It is a nice way&lt;br /&gt;to end a good day. Good day (night) to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-1825541942061677025?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1825541942061677025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=1825541942061677025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/1825541942061677025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/1825541942061677025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/taking-things-easy-around-heri.html' title='TAKING THINGS EASY AROUND HERE'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-6199260570611795688</id><published>2011-03-10T17:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T17:19:30.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"TIME - OUT"</title><content type='html'>I went to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble for a couple of hours this morning to relax some.&lt;br /&gt;After a very busy day yesterday, I needed a "time out" to take things easy.&lt;br /&gt;I read a number of pages in a mystery that I'm into. I also read several&lt;br /&gt;pages in a book by Joyce Carol Oats about the sudden death of her dear&lt;br /&gt;husband, and I read a few pages of a new book by Suzi Orman on how&lt;br /&gt;to handle money matters. I practiced what she preaches by not buying&lt;br /&gt;her book. I will read whenever I'm bak at Barnes &amp;amp; Noble and finish it.&lt;br /&gt;After two hours, I knew I needed to return home because my wife was&lt;br /&gt;in need of our car to go places I didn't care to go with her (kroger, drug&lt;br /&gt;store, etc). I was right about not going since my body yelled at me to&lt;br /&gt;take it easy. My body was right. I'm tired,&lt;br /&gt;We have to go to Nashville Friday even if we were just back from being&lt;br /&gt;in Louisville yesterday. I'll take a book to read while my wife does what&lt;br /&gt;ever it is that she does there. (doctors) I might even slip in some snoozing&lt;br /&gt;out in the crv with soft musicc on the radio. Talk about "time-out", that's&lt;br /&gt;the real deal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-6199260570611795688?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6199260570611795688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=6199260570611795688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/6199260570611795688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/6199260570611795688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/time-out.html' title='&quot;TIME - OUT&quot;'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-3629443753051627639</id><published>2011-03-07T20:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T20:51:25.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"THANK GOD, I'M FEE!"</title><content type='html'>Dr Fee released me from having to see him again where he works. My e-ray's&lt;br /&gt;showed that my broken foot has healed. Dr. Fee attends the same church we&lt;br /&gt;attend, so I hope only to see him there from now on.&lt;br /&gt;I stopped by Barnes &amp;amp; Noble on my way home around 4:00 for coffee and to&lt;br /&gt;read from three books I'm reading whenever I go there, which is often. It&lt;br /&gt;was relaxing to get caught up on the three books and head home around 5:00.&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed at how many times I see the same people there again and again.&lt;br /&gt;While I don't know all their names, I know their faces and give them a nod or&lt;br /&gt;brief greeting. The servers have my coffee ready before I can even get to&lt;br /&gt;order it because they know my face and my order. Most of the time I pay the&lt;br /&gt;exact amount in change since I know the cost ahead of time. That is nice of&lt;br /&gt;them to treat a customer so well.&lt;br /&gt;So I am celebrating being free from Dr. Fee and that red cast. I just hope I&lt;br /&gt;don't go out and break a leg!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-3629443753051627639?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3629443753051627639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=3629443753051627639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/3629443753051627639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/3629443753051627639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/thank-god-im-fee-atlast.html' title='&quot;THANK GOD, I&apos;M FEE!&quot;'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-8612170529476969791</id><published>2011-03-06T19:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T19:32:51.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WOK OF WOK!</title><content type='html'>My wok won't work when we want a wok to work well. I wish my wok would&lt;br /&gt;work well when I want wok food. It's just my that my wok won't work&lt;br /&gt;well. Does the wok work well when we plug it in? Well! My wok is working&lt;br /&gt;well now that I have it plugged in. It's a wonder wok!&lt;br /&gt;Does your wok work well? Lot's of wok to when you want your wok to&lt;br /&gt;work well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-8612170529476969791?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8612170529476969791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=8612170529476969791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/8612170529476969791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/8612170529476969791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/wok-of-wok.html' title='WOK OF WOK!'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-5633112520112661422</id><published>2011-03-05T20:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T21:00:20.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD</title><content type='html'>Little RED RIDING Hood is the name we've given to our crv. Since we&lt;br /&gt;be riding in it we hope everything under the hood will be in great shape.&lt;br /&gt;LRH is in he garage waiting to go for a ride to church &amp;amp; out to eat in the&lt;br /&gt;morning. The sun is to shine again they say. Hope they know what they&lt;br /&gt;are talking about.&lt;br /&gt;Lazy is the word for our house today. We've rested for the most part&lt;br /&gt;after a hard day yesterday. I've read some and taken a couple of very&lt;br /&gt;short naps.&lt;br /&gt;Now that we have LRH, we plan to go see my twin next week and my&lt;br /&gt;wife wants/needs to see her sister while we're there if possible. I see&lt;br /&gt;my Doctor about how I'm doing after the cast came off of the broken&lt;br /&gt;foot. Good, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD unless we change it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-5633112520112661422?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5633112520112661422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=5633112520112661422' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/5633112520112661422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/5633112520112661422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/little-red-riding-hood.html' title='LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-5505172934632833236</id><published>2011-03-05T14:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T15:10:39.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>STAYING INSIDE ON SATURDAY</title><content type='html'>I thought that when I went to bed last night I'd have a name for our&lt;br /&gt;CRV when I awoke this morning. Well, I don't. Not yet. But I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;I will soon. I've stayed inside because of the rain except to take it&lt;br /&gt;across the street for a 83 neighbor to see. He was coming over in the&lt;br /&gt;rain to see it so I took it to him instead. He approves of the car and&lt;br /&gt;the color. I dried the CRV off when I got in the garage again.&lt;br /&gt;We're tired after a very busy day yesterday. My wife is taking a&lt;br /&gt;long nap. Our daughter is sleeping. I'm the only one up and about.&lt;br /&gt;Although nap time sure sounds good on a wet Saturday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;I had planned to go to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble for coffee and book reading&lt;br /&gt;but put that off till tomorrow after the UK game. By the way, I&lt;br /&gt;might haave to miss the 9:30 service Sunday to head home since&lt;br /&gt;the game is on at 11:00 our time. I sure hope they do better than&lt;br /&gt;UL did today. They lost in the last seconds.&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm sleepy I'm about to head to bed or the lazy-boy for my&lt;br /&gt;afternoon nap. Maybe this time I will come up with a name for&lt;br /&gt;the CRV. Who knows?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-5505172934632833236?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5505172934632833236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=5505172934632833236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/5505172934632833236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/5505172934632833236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/staying-inside-on-saturday.html' title='STAYING INSIDE ON SATURDAY'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-1274115855128625646</id><published>2011-03-04T18:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T19:09:47.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A DONE DEAL</title><content type='html'>We bought a 2007 cherry red CRV today after awhile of looking and&lt;br /&gt;looking. It feels so gooooood to have this behind us atlast. Of all the&lt;br /&gt;many that we tested, this one was the one we wanted and needed the&lt;br /&gt;most. It is in the garage by another CRV and looks right at home.&lt;br /&gt;Now we hope we can get some other things done that have been "on&lt;br /&gt;hold" far too long.&lt;br /&gt;We always name of cars as a way of giving thanks for having them.&lt;br /&gt;The last two were Doxology 1 &amp;amp; Doxology 2 to express giving our&lt;br /&gt;thanks. I'll sleep on it tonight and hope to have a name when I&lt;br /&gt;wake up in the morning. It's not fire-engine red. It's prettier&lt;br /&gt;that that, I think.&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm starving, I'm off to fix pizza for the family and hope the&lt;br /&gt;evening is restfull for us. You too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-1274115855128625646?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1274115855128625646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=1274115855128625646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/1274115855128625646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/1274115855128625646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/zooooooooooooooooom.html' title='A DONE DEAL'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-8645176296152559353</id><published>2011-03-03T22:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T22:47:23.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SLINKY</title><content type='html'>I have a Slinky on my desk that I play with at times. I enjoy seeing it&lt;br /&gt;roll down several steps. I enjoy watching our dog trying to figure out&lt;br /&gt;what to do with it. Chase it? Run from it? Bark at it? My Slinky coils&lt;br /&gt;up and then stretches if I pull it just right.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'm a Slinky. I roll down steps whenever my balance is&lt;br /&gt;messed up. I coil up and hide. I stretch my short body at times in&lt;br /&gt;an effort to limper up. Just don't push or pull too much because I&lt;br /&gt;just might snap!!&lt;br /&gt;My Slinky doesn't have a name. I am thinking about calling it Wire.&lt;br /&gt;After all, that's all it is. Just wire. Wire and I are alot alike, we both&lt;br /&gt;go HEY-WIRE! You know what? I'm going to put Wire away because&lt;br /&gt;he is beginning to get on my nerves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-8645176296152559353?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8645176296152559353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=8645176296152559353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/8645176296152559353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/8645176296152559353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/slinky.html' title='SLINKY'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-6776260994195523058</id><published>2011-03-01T22:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T22:20:47.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CARING-BRIDGE</title><content type='html'>Caring-Bridge is a wonderfull way to keep informed about someone&lt;br /&gt;who is sick and to express your thoughts to them in a note to them.&lt;br /&gt;Right now my twin brother is being blessed by Caring-Bridge as&lt;br /&gt;people from places far and near express themselves to Harold and&lt;br /&gt;Trudy. I have tried to to say something to them during the days&lt;br /&gt;of tough, tough times. Perhaps you have as well and for that I'm&lt;br /&gt;am gratefull as are Harold and Trudy.&lt;br /&gt;The sad thought is that we meet people face to face everyday who&lt;br /&gt;need a caring-Bridge offered to them in their tough times. A word&lt;br /&gt;or a smile can lift up their drooping spirits even though you might&lt;br /&gt;not even be aware of what you just said or did for them. It is a&lt;br /&gt;gift of grace. It is a gift of peace.&lt;br /&gt;If you care about others, let them know in some small way that&lt;br /&gt;you do. They will be blessed and so will you. I know I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-6776260994195523058?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6776260994195523058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=6776260994195523058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/6776260994195523058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/6776260994195523058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/caring-bridge.html' title='CARING-BRIDGE'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-4329256925786799533</id><published>2011-03-01T09:47:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T10:08:13.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CRATE</title><content type='html'>After fixing eggs &amp;amp; toast for our daughter this morning, I took it on a tray to&lt;br /&gt;her room. After awhile I wondered where her dog, Derby, was. When I was&lt;br /&gt;able to get to her room, there he was up on her bed licking the plate clean.&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was about to get after Derby, she told me she had finished cleaning&lt;br /&gt;the plate already. She then took hold of her dog and put him in his crate. The&lt;br /&gt;way she looked at me, I thought she was going to grab me and put me in mine!&lt;br /&gt;I ran, well almost, as fast as I could and sat down to read the newspaper. That&lt;br /&gt;was a close one if I say so myself, which I just did, didn't I.&lt;br /&gt;Derby knows he is in big trouble whenever he ends up in the crate. He can't&lt;br /&gt;get a free pass or pass go untill she tells him he can get out. After she left to&lt;br /&gt;go to work, I came to the rescue and let him out to be free, free atlast. Now&lt;br /&gt;we boys have to be on the watch because my daughter's mother didn't leave&lt;br /&gt;the house. She is still her and she may be watching. Talk about being put in&lt;br /&gt;a crate! "I'm in the crate-house now......" "Help! Help! Can you let me out of&lt;br /&gt;here!!" It's nor great being in this crate!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-4329256925786799533?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4329256925786799533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=4329256925786799533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/4329256925786799533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/4329256925786799533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/crate.html' title='THE CRATE'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-6251196577045629745</id><published>2011-02-27T18:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T18:33:28.157-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'M BACK!"</title><content type='html'>I'm back at Broadway serving communion at the early service. It was&lt;br /&gt;nice to be back with some people who have become so very special to&lt;br /&gt;me. Many of those there gave me a warm welcome back. That was&lt;br /&gt;so nice of them to do. I told them they were missed as well by myself.&lt;br /&gt;Following the first service, I attended the second service with my wife.&lt;br /&gt;We were blessed with the songs, sermon and spirit which stirred our&lt;br /&gt;souls.&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon I had a nice nap, read two news papers and played&lt;br /&gt;with Derby (dog) inside and outside. I am re-reading a book about&lt;br /&gt;a pastor I heard when I was a child, Dr. Williaam Sangster. I was&lt;br /&gt;with our family at Lake Junaluska. I never will forget how he was&lt;br /&gt;such a powerfull preacher. All ministers can learn a great deal by&lt;br /&gt;reading what he wrote or by hearing him preach. I have three of&lt;br /&gt;his sermons on tape and listen to them whenever I can.&lt;br /&gt;The Oscars are on tonight so I guess I'll watch them with my wife.&lt;br /&gt;I like to hear what the winners have to say. It will be the same old,&lt;br /&gt;same old stuff. But it is still fun.&lt;br /&gt;I better get back to my lazy-boy before Derby gets it before I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-6251196577045629745?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6251196577045629745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=6251196577045629745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/6251196577045629745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/6251196577045629745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-back.html' title='&quot;I&apos;M BACK!&quot;'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-1755296509623080828</id><published>2011-02-26T18:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T19:01:31.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WATCH IT!</title><content type='html'>My wife and I went car shopping this afternoon and found out that&lt;br /&gt;others had the same idea. The lot was full of cars &amp;amp; people. We&lt;br /&gt;drove on off knowing we wouldn't deal today. Maybe Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere we went, every place was full of people out and about.&lt;br /&gt;The sun and warmer weather helped get people out of cabin&lt;br /&gt;fever.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Kroger where I watched people. An old man drove&lt;br /&gt;into a handicap spot but it took him three tries to do it. Then&lt;br /&gt;it took him almost 10 minutes to get in the store. Most likely he is&lt;br /&gt;still in there after 2 hours. Poor man. Someone needs to take his&lt;br /&gt;t-bird away.&lt;br /&gt;UK won a game today and that made my day. I was born in&lt;br /&gt;Lexington and root for UK all the time. I hope they can keep&lt;br /&gt;it up. We shall see soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to be back at Broadway for the early service Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;It's has been since Christmas since I was there. My foot&lt;br /&gt;seems stronger (not the smell) so here goes, one step at a&lt;br /&gt;time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-1755296509623080828?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1755296509623080828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=1755296509623080828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/1755296509623080828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/1755296509623080828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/02/watch-it.html' title='WATCH IT!'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-4240946150585698422</id><published>2011-02-25T20:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T08:44:43.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pastor</title><content type='html'>I spent some time at Barnes &amp;amp; Noble this morning before going to the&lt;br /&gt;library to return some books. While I was at B&amp;amp;N, I bought a brand&lt;br /&gt;new book by Eugene Peterson, &lt;em&gt;The Pastor.&lt;/em&gt; Even thought I'm retired,&lt;br /&gt;I thought this would be a great read.&lt;br /&gt;Peterson shares some thoughts about his many years as a pastor in&lt;br /&gt;the book. It has already brought back many memories of my ministry&lt;br /&gt;as a pastor, the good, the bad a nd the ugly. I know I will be blessed&lt;br /&gt;by reading this 400 page book again and again. Peterson is one of my&lt;br /&gt;favorite writers. I have most of the books he has published and re-&lt;br /&gt;read them often.&lt;br /&gt;Peterson says that too many ministers are nor pastors at all. They&lt;br /&gt;are preachers but not good at being a pastor to/for their people.&lt;br /&gt;He also says that we pastors don't stay long enough in the communities&lt;br /&gt;where we serve. We want bigger, better churches and more money.&lt;br /&gt;I agree with what Peterson has to say. I'm ashamed to say that I&lt;br /&gt;have wanted bigger and better churches and more money. I have&lt;br /&gt;had all three across the years and wish I had stayed longer at some&lt;br /&gt;of the churches I served rather than moving on. If I had it to do all&lt;br /&gt;over again, I would want to stay longer and do much more than I&lt;br /&gt;have in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for calling me into the ministry many, many years ago.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I was both a good preacher and a good pastor to the glory&lt;br /&gt;of Almighty God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-4240946150585698422?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4240946150585698422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=4240946150585698422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/4240946150585698422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/4240946150585698422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/02/pastor.html' title='The Pastor'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-7525706109494559711</id><published>2011-02-24T20:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T20:36:27.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SILLY STUFF</title><content type='html'>After such a full day yesterday, my wife and I have been lazy all day today.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't do much of anything because we needed naps and just to be slow&lt;br /&gt;pokes. I'm proud of us. I didn't even go to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble. Maybe some&lt;br /&gt;time Friday if I can while my wife goes somewhere else doing things.&lt;br /&gt;I went over to see an older couple this morning and had a good visit with&lt;br /&gt;them. We always seem to see who can out-do the other in telling things.&lt;br /&gt;It is relaxing fun and fellowship every time I drop in on them. I told&lt;br /&gt;that if they watched out their window they could see me walking on water&lt;br /&gt;just like Jesus. They laughed and said they have seen a few Baptist do&lt;br /&gt;walking on water. I told them that's why they immerse, they fall into the&lt;br /&gt;deep end while we Methodist know where the rocks are. They made me&lt;br /&gt;leave! (not really)&lt;br /&gt;One friend called me on his way to Lowes and said he was going to get&lt;br /&gt;some gopher wood for his boat with all this rain and wanted to know&lt;br /&gt;if I needed some too. I thanked him for calling and said I already had&lt;br /&gt;built my big boat. He hung up on me. (kidding)&lt;br /&gt;Enough of this silly stuff, I've got to go check on my boat before the&lt;br /&gt;rains come down harder. Anyone seen Noah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-7525706109494559711?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7525706109494559711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=7525706109494559711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/7525706109494559711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/7525706109494559711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/02/silly-stuff.html' title='SILLY STUFF'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-542473740316811848</id><published>2011-02-23T21:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T21:48:09.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD NEWS - BAD NEWS</title><content type='html'>I've got some good news and I've got some bad news. The good news is that&lt;br /&gt;my wife and I never argued all day long while on an all day trip to Nashville&lt;br /&gt;and back. The bad news is that we didn't talk to one another all day long. I'm&lt;br /&gt;just kidding. We had a very good day all day long. Even she will agree with me,&lt;br /&gt;I think. I'm almost sure.&lt;br /&gt;The other good news is that my twin was moved to the first nursing home he&lt;br /&gt;had planned on going to when he got of the hospital. It will be more of what&lt;br /&gt;he needs and the family wanted. I'm not sure just when we will be able to go&lt;br /&gt;see Harold, but sure hope it will be soon. Since Harold was my womb-mate&lt;br /&gt;many, many years ago, I want to see him in his new room. But I don't want&lt;br /&gt;to be his room-mate again. He snores too much and too loud.&lt;br /&gt;My body tells me that bed-time is drawing near. Now that is really good&lt;br /&gt;news! I won't forget to leave the porch light on just in case you drop by.&lt;br /&gt;Turn it off though before you go to bed. Thank you and good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-542473740316811848?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/542473740316811848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=542473740316811848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/542473740316811848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/542473740316811848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/02/good-news-bad-news.html' title='GOOD NEWS - BAD NEWS'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-8039631229746665521</id><published>2011-02-22T15:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T15:51:12.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>APPOINTMENTS</title><content type='html'>Since my wife and I have three appointments in Nashville Wednesday,&lt;br /&gt;were trying to relax some today to be ready for a long day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;We have to be at the first appointment by 8:45 so we will have to be&lt;br /&gt;up and at it good and early.&lt;br /&gt;One of the things I like about a long day in Nashville is having so many&lt;br /&gt;places to choose from when we eat. I like Cracker Barrel myself but I&lt;br /&gt;am sure she will have something to say about where we end up going.&lt;br /&gt;That's fine with me as long as I get fed before the trip back from the far&lt;br /&gt;country to the promised land.&lt;br /&gt;I take a book to read while I'm waiting for her to be through with her&lt;br /&gt;appointments because I can read several pages if not the entire book&lt;br /&gt;before she shows up. I also enjoy watching people pass by or simply&lt;br /&gt;resting up before getting back behind the wheel to head home.&lt;br /&gt;The weather looks like it will be nice for our all day out and about. I&lt;br /&gt;am glad for that. I hate driving on snow and ice and in the rain so&lt;br /&gt;sunshine do your thing and shine on, shine on because I've got places&lt;br /&gt;to go, people to see and things to do before night time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-8039631229746665521?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8039631229746665521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=8039631229746665521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/8039631229746665521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/8039631229746665521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/02/appointments.html' title='APPOINTMENTS'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-3209050538869634051</id><published>2011-02-21T14:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T14:41:56.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>POSITIVE CHANGES</title><content type='html'>This morning I escaped doing house work with/for my wife and went to my&lt;br /&gt;hide-out, Barnes &amp;amp; Noble, where everybody knows your name, to read &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;drink coffee. I even behaved by not having a muffin. I had a cookie instead.&lt;br /&gt;I'm kidding. I didn't eat anything there at all. I enjoyed a quite morning of&lt;br /&gt;kicking back and resting up.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I learned that a small country church I once pastored burned&lt;br /&gt;down. I have many memories of serving Stone's View UMC for a year in&lt;br /&gt;1968, 43 years ago. I served five churches at one time while attending&lt;br /&gt;Kentucky Wesleyan College in Owensboro. Stone's View was one of the&lt;br /&gt;five. My prayer is that God sustain them in their loss.&lt;br /&gt;My twin brother is still in the hospital following a fall and a stroke. He is&lt;br /&gt;showing slow improvement with a long, long way to go. My heart hurts&lt;br /&gt;for Harold whenever I think of him. May God bless his family as they&lt;br /&gt;cope with his condition.&lt;br /&gt;There are things that I must attend too before the day is gone so, I'm&lt;br /&gt;gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-3209050538869634051?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3209050538869634051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=3209050538869634051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/3209050538869634051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/3209050538869634051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/02/positive-changes.html' title='POSITIVE CHANGES'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-8476457410095004918</id><published>2011-02-20T16:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T16:46:18.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ON THE GO</title><content type='html'>Since my wife didn't sleep well last night, she didn't go to church this&lt;br /&gt;morning. I went and slept well through the sermon. Not reaaly, it&lt;br /&gt;was a great service. I could use a nap now though but have to go&lt;br /&gt;to a funeral home instead.&lt;br /&gt;My daughter and I attened worship &amp;amp; then had a date at Steak &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;Shake. We had a good time being together without anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;(sorry mom) Afterward I went to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble to read and drink&lt;br /&gt;coffee by myself. I'm home now watching ket about a 111 year old&lt;br /&gt;woman who is a member of First UMC, Campbellsville where I&lt;br /&gt;once was pastor. Lera Williams always kidded me about having&lt;br /&gt;a birthday a few days before mine and dared me to catch up with&lt;br /&gt;her. I declined. Still do.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to go out again with my wife this time. It's a date&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to keep. (should make up for what I said earlier.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-8476457410095004918?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8476457410095004918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=8476457410095004918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/8476457410095004918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/8476457410095004918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/02/on-go.html' title='ON THE GO'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-6530699942698773470</id><published>2011-02-19T20:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T20:55:26.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SAT-DAY</title><content type='html'>I had wanted to go to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble this morning but ended up getting&lt;br /&gt;a hair cut instead. I had to wait for three boy's to get their hair cuts so&lt;br /&gt;I just chilled in my chair and listened to conversations. It was a hoot.&lt;br /&gt;All three were texting while they were waiting at one time or another.&lt;br /&gt;Mom sat there with them ignoring them for the most part. I asked one&lt;br /&gt;13 year old boy if he was going to get a shave too, he just looked at me&lt;br /&gt;as if I were spaced out or something.&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon was spent watching UK-SC basketeball and taking a&lt;br /&gt;short snooze. I have to visit a funeral home Sunday afternoon for a&lt;br /&gt;young man who died of a heart attack. His Grandfather was a dear&lt;br /&gt;friend of mine. He died a couple of years back. It is so sad to see such&lt;br /&gt;a young life gone so quickly and unexpectantly.&lt;br /&gt;This next week is going to be busy for us with trips to Nashville and&lt;br /&gt;possibilty Louisville as well as Somerset. I'm glad I can go as much&lt;br /&gt;and as well as I do. I took it easy today knowing I can't afford to&lt;br /&gt;over-do.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired tonight and heading to bed to read before going to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-6530699942698773470?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6530699942698773470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=6530699942698773470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/6530699942698773470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/6530699942698773470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/02/sat-day.html' title='SAT-DAY'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-4886923526987363058</id><published>2011-02-18T08:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T08:53:56.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MEET TO EAT</title><content type='html'>I'm driving for the first time in a long time to have breakfast with&lt;br /&gt;a couple of buddies. I just hope they will buy my breakfast because&lt;br /&gt;I had a birthday or because they will be so glad to see me. I'm&lt;br /&gt;real hungry this morning if they are buying.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a hungry-hurry so I have to rush off before they call and&lt;br /&gt;say they can't make it. Food, here I come!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-4886923526987363058?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4886923526987363058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=4886923526987363058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/4886923526987363058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/4886923526987363058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/02/meet-to-eat.html' title='MEET TO EAT'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-5213419677035397382</id><published>2011-02-17T12:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T12:36:19.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE JOURNEY ISN'T FAIR</title><content type='html'>There is a chapter in the book &lt;em&gt;Hither &amp;amp; Yon by &lt;/em&gt;Becca Stevens that speaks to my&lt;br /&gt;soul this morning. The chapter simply says that the journey isn't fair. We've all&lt;br /&gt;said or thought that at one time or another, for one reason or another. Right&lt;br /&gt;now my twin brother and his family are struggling with his stroke and fall a few&lt;br /&gt;day's ago. Why this? Why Harold? Why both things? Why one step forward and&lt;br /&gt;two steps back? And I ask, why not me instead of Harold?&lt;br /&gt;I may be wrong, but I think if Harold could say something about all of this he&lt;br /&gt;would say he is in the hands of the Almighty and the helping hands of family&lt;br /&gt;and friends and that will be strengthened by this struggle and so should we.&lt;br /&gt;Harold has come a long, long way on his journey to recover again and again.&lt;br /&gt;He hasn't given up yet. So, why now? And us? What about us and our journey?&lt;br /&gt;Why the journey isn't fair, it's the journey we're each on. Walk forward in faith&lt;br /&gt;and keep going, climbing, searching, praying until our journey is over. For now,&lt;br /&gt;keep looking forward and live in love for life because most of the journey is well&lt;br /&gt;worth it all.&lt;br /&gt;As you journey, keep the SON in your eye's even when the sun isn't shinning.&lt;br /&gt;That's what I want to do and what my twin brother would want you to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-5213419677035397382?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5213419677035397382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=5213419677035397382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/5213419677035397382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/5213419677035397382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/02/journey-isnt-fair.html' title='THE JOURNEY ISN&apos;T FAIR'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-1049446925577938218</id><published>2011-02-16T19:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T20:40:00.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WEDNESDAY WORDS</title><content type='html'>I went to Kroger today with my wife to do some shopping. I had shaved right&lt;br /&gt;before leaving, but when she met me at the car I had grown a beard. It was a&lt;br /&gt;slow go. But I give her credit for getting the job done, When we arrived home,&lt;br /&gt;I unloaded the car and the stocked the shelves while she rested. She must of&lt;br /&gt;hid the M&amp;amp;M's though. Not to worry, Detective Preach will seek &amp;amp; find the lost&lt;br /&gt;so I can save them from getting lost forever and ever. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;I took a nice nap, read some outback on the deck and visited with a friend before&lt;br /&gt;coming back inside. All in all, it's been a good day. I want to go to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble&lt;br /&gt;next &amp;amp; read a real book before they all turn into Nooks or some of the other&lt;br /&gt;electronic devices. Maybe I can there before the week is over if I'm a good boy.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts and prayers are for Harold moment by moment that he survies&lt;br /&gt;a stroke and fall. I can't get him out of my mind since I love him like a brother.&lt;br /&gt;I love all my brothers but don't tell them I said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-1049446925577938218?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1049446925577938218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=1049446925577938218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/1049446925577938218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/1049446925577938218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/02/wednesday-words.html' title='WEDNESDAY WORDS'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-9006872076573584515</id><published>2011-02-15T17:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T17:12:46.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AS I SEE IT</title><content type='html'>I've been doing light yard work (picking up sticks, etc) today as a&lt;br /&gt;way of relaxing after my trip to Louisville yesterday. I've been&lt;br /&gt;tired today and have even slipped in some sleep along the way.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday will be another busy day for us and I am trying to&lt;br /&gt;milk this for all I can get.&lt;br /&gt;I'm encouraged after seeing Harold (twin) yesterday. He was&lt;br /&gt;in a good mood for the most part even though he was tired and&lt;br /&gt;wondering what was going on. Time and prayers can bring him&lt;br /&gt;better days if he keeps on improving.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing my twin as he is reminds his twin that I need to take&lt;br /&gt;better care of myself in every way. I need to drop some pounds&lt;br /&gt;and I need to spend more time with my wife. I know I am going&lt;br /&gt;to give it more attention if I can.&lt;br /&gt;I plan to watch UK play basketball before much longer and I&lt;br /&gt;hope to have a restfull night. That's it as I see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-9006872076573584515?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/9006872076573584515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=9006872076573584515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/9006872076573584515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/9006872076573584515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/02/as-i-see-it.html' title='AS I SEE IT'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-8395159371791498240</id><published>2011-02-14T21:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T09:47:53.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I SAW A MIRACLE TODAY</title><content type='html'>I was astonished at the difference my twin showed today when I visited&lt;br /&gt;him in the hospital. He smiled &amp;amp; laughed (though muted). He watched&lt;br /&gt;my every move and that of my younger brother who was with me.&lt;br /&gt;Harold has a long way to go, but if he does as he is now, he will be able&lt;br /&gt;to defeat defeat once again.&lt;br /&gt;His family is also astonishing in the way they are dealing with this very&lt;br /&gt;difficult situration. Their faith and willingness to walk the 2nd mile is&lt;br /&gt;so impressive to me.&lt;br /&gt;I praise God that today I saw a miracle with my very own eyes as&lt;br /&gt;I looked into eyes of my twin brother who is showing us to never,&lt;br /&gt;never, give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-8395159371791498240?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8395159371791498240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=8395159371791498240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/8395159371791498240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/8395159371791498240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-saw-miracle-today.html' title='I SAW A MIRACLE TODAY'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-2687017059614607424</id><published>2011-02-12T21:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T21:28:54.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TWINS</title><content type='html'>Two of my three brother's sent me the very same Birthday card this&lt;br /&gt;week. My brother in Louisville sent his to me first. My brother here&lt;br /&gt;in Bowling Green sent the second card. The moment I saw the second&lt;br /&gt;card I realized that they matched. They are twin cards to a twin. It&lt;br /&gt;in pretty amazing that they did such a thing. It is also pretty amazing&lt;br /&gt;that they both forgot to put money in with their cards. Maybe next&lt;br /&gt;year they will remember, but I think it would be pretty amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-2687017059614607424?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2687017059614607424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=2687017059614607424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/2687017059614607424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/2687017059614607424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/02/twins.html' title='TWINS'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-13433711622007738</id><published>2011-02-12T07:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T07:55:29.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRTHDAY BASH</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a very good day as I celebrated my 67th Birthday. My wonderfull&lt;br /&gt;wife and I went to Cracker Barrel for brunch before stopping at Barnes &amp;amp; Noble&lt;br /&gt;for a couple of hours. Then last night she prepared a great meal and german&lt;br /&gt;chocolate cake. My youngest brother joined the celebration where I reminded&lt;br /&gt;him he has a Birthday the 19th. He changed the subject. Smart little cookie.&lt;br /&gt;I need to rest today after such a busy day yesterday. Maybe my age is catching&lt;br /&gt;up on me, right brother Ken?&lt;br /&gt;My foot still hurts some after getting the cast off a few day's ago. I have to&lt;br /&gt;walk with caution so that I won't re-injure it again. It feels so good having&lt;br /&gt;the cast off after six weeks! I drove yesterday for the first time in awhile and&lt;br /&gt;my wife told me I need to take it easy. I heard her and did better. Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Dasiy.&lt;br /&gt;I was ready fo bed  last night after such a great day. I didn't sleep very well&lt;br /&gt;though. Must be old age creeping up, right brother Ken?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-13433711622007738?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/13433711622007738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=13433711622007738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/13433711622007738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/13433711622007738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/02/birthday-bash.html' title='BIRTHDAY BASH'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-7329285117572659319</id><published>2011-02-09T21:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T22:07:35.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CAST ASIDE</title><content type='html'>I got the cast off my foot today and feel free after six weeks with it on. I must be&lt;br /&gt;carefull not to re-hurt it. Dr. Fee told me to take it easy. I see him again in about&lt;br /&gt;a month. It started snowing while we were in his office. I measured 3 inches in&lt;br /&gt;our drive about 7:00 tonight. It's pretty but I'm ready for the warmer weather&lt;br /&gt;they say is coming.&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed at how many people have one problem or another. Some are small&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; some are large. Some are self-inflicted and some are otherwise. It reminds me&lt;br /&gt;to thank the Lord for how blessed I am. I don't have anything to complain about,&lt;br /&gt;even after breaking my foot. "Count your many blessings, name them one by&lt;br /&gt;one..." I can't count that high.&lt;br /&gt;What will be next in my life? Getting back to regular things (church, Barnes &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;noble, etc), I want to see my twin again asp. I want to have a date with my wife&lt;br /&gt;to thank her for all she has done during the last six weeks. I want to celebrate&lt;br /&gt;my  birthday Friday as my twin gets another year older.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your thoughts &amp;amp; prayers for me. I will pray for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-7329285117572659319?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7329285117572659319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=7329285117572659319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/7329285117572659319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/7329285117572659319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/02/cast-aside.html' title='CAST ASIDE'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-7458752184944715790</id><published>2011-02-08T17:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T18:01:59.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A REAL STINKER</title><content type='html'>I get the cast off Wednesday morning after wearing it for six weeks. My dear&lt;br /&gt;wife told me that it really smells, especially at night in bed. I'm so sorry to&lt;br /&gt;be such a stinker to anyone around me. I promise to take a bath before next&lt;br /&gt;Sunday. I can hardly stand the smell myself.&lt;br /&gt;I will be able to drive when he cast is off. I can go to Barnes and Noble again&lt;br /&gt;because I've missed being there drinking coffee and reading. I can go out&lt;br /&gt;with a couple of friends for breakfast again. I can go get the mail/newspaper&lt;br /&gt;again. Hey! Why am I so happy? Someone else has done all these things for&lt;br /&gt;me for six weeks and I want them to stop. Not! Ouch!! I just broke my left&lt;br /&gt;foot! Call 911 and tell them to go get me some coffee, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-7458752184944715790?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7458752184944715790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=7458752184944715790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/7458752184944715790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/7458752184944715790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/02/real-stinker.html' title='A REAL STINKER'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-4646158894859607937</id><published>2011-02-06T12:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T12:54:20.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EARLY MORNING WAKE-UP CALLS</title><content type='html'>My son called home early Sunday morning to see how we're doing during&lt;br /&gt;this tragic time. My twin and I will turn 67 years old next Friday and I'm&lt;br /&gt;wondering if he will be here. Right now he is on a hospital bed in ICU in&lt;br /&gt;critical condition.&lt;br /&gt;Eveytime I think of Harold and his being in such sad shape, it's like taking&lt;br /&gt;a can opener to my heart. So many memories flow forth. So much pain&lt;br /&gt;flows forth. It hurts so much I can hardly take it. But there are two&lt;br /&gt;things that happened just this morning that give me in-peace.&lt;br /&gt;When I turned to Facebook, I saw where our daughter had posted a&lt;br /&gt;song of hope, "Through It All." The 23rd Psalm speaks of walking&lt;br /&gt;through the valley and knowing God is with us. I needed those words&lt;br /&gt;of hope and healing.&lt;br /&gt;The phone rang early today and it was our son wanting to see how we&lt;br /&gt;are doing. When he was about to hang up he said, "I love you Dad."&lt;br /&gt;That's all this old man needed! I told him how much I love him too.&lt;br /&gt;My own daughter and son wrapped their arms around this heart of&lt;br /&gt;mine that's hurting and gave me what I needed, themselves.&lt;br /&gt;This will be a tough week for our family as we deal with life and death&lt;br /&gt;issues. With God's help, we will make it. Harold will make it too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-4646158894859607937?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4646158894859607937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=4646158894859607937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/4646158894859607937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/4646158894859607937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/02/early-morning-wake-up-calls.html' title='EARLY MORNING WAKE-UP CALLS'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-4618521676528452088</id><published>2011-02-05T23:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T23:41:28.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FAMILY</title><content type='html'>Today was a family day for the Coomer family. I'm amazed at the gathering&lt;br /&gt;of our family to be with my twin in ICU following a fall. Harold didn't show&lt;br /&gt;any signs of knowing we were even there. It was so sad to see him and to&lt;br /&gt;see how his family is suffering this tragic thing that has happened.&lt;br /&gt;While we were sad, we were still able to show happiness in being together.&lt;br /&gt;We dodn't get together as much as we used to do. Today reminded us of&lt;br /&gt;just how very much we need more family gatherings. I'm so proud of how&lt;br /&gt;our family bonds in the worst of times.&lt;br /&gt;We are back in Bowling Green worn out but knowing we were where we&lt;br /&gt;needed to be today. I'm sure we will be back in Louisville soon as family&lt;br /&gt;because that is what we want to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-4618521676528452088?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4618521676528452088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=4618521676528452088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/4618521676528452088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/4618521676528452088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/02/family.html' title='FAMILY'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-439090728221097370</id><published>2011-02-03T21:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T21:52:38.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"NOW I LAY ME DOWN TO SLEEP..."</title><content type='html'>"Now I lay me down to sleep....." Words we've all prayed at one time or another,&lt;br /&gt;for one reason or another. While it's a child's prayer, we're all children of God, so&lt;br /&gt;I pray those words often as I'm about to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I will pray those words along with so many others as I think about my&lt;br /&gt;twin brother who is sleeping following a serious fall. Our hope is that he will&lt;br /&gt;awaken soon from his slumber, if not here and now, he will be in the arms of&lt;br /&gt;Father God. It seems as if every thought I think is about Harold and his dear&lt;br /&gt;family. While we're not with them physically, we are spiritually.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I will pray as I lay my head on my pillow. I will pray for so many&lt;br /&gt;things and for so many people, even you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-439090728221097370?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/439090728221097370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=439090728221097370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/439090728221097370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/439090728221097370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/02/now-i-lay-me-down-to-sleep.html' title='&quot;NOW I LAY ME DOWN TO SLEEP...&quot;'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-6378550512100060878</id><published>2011-02-01T12:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T13:03:14.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CURLING UP</title><content type='html'>I goofted when I got my cast wet in the shower yesterday. I used a hair dryer to dry&lt;br /&gt;it off and my toes curled up. I get out of this thing next week and I hope I can get back&lt;br /&gt;to being normal. Sorry about that. I will try the new normal.&lt;br /&gt;This has been hard for my family. They have had to drive me places and put up with&lt;br /&gt;my lack of patience when I've wanted things right now. They ignore me from time to&lt;br /&gt;time but for the most part, they are good to me. I have an idea that I'll have to make&lt;br /&gt;up for it when I can caste the cast aside. We shall see soon enough, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;I wish to thank everyone for their prayers and thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of curling up, I think I'llgo curl up on he couch and finish reading a good&lt;br /&gt;book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-6378550512100060878?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6378550512100060878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=6378550512100060878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/6378550512100060878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/6378550512100060878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/02/curling-up.html' title='CURLING UP'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-59318689816217382</id><published>2011-01-28T13:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T19:16:50.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DRIVING ME CRAZY</title><content type='html'>Most everytime I work at this desk, there is a cute cocker spaniel at my&lt;br /&gt;feet. He is on an old blue banket and soundly sleeping. But if I make one&lt;br /&gt;move, he is up and at it. I'm amazed at how he is always right under my&lt;br /&gt;feet, so to speak. It's good to know I have one faithfull friend at my age.&lt;br /&gt;Since I soon will get the cast off my broken foot, I'm starting to think of&lt;br /&gt;where I want to go and what I want to do. While my wife has been very&lt;br /&gt;good at driving me places, it's driving me crazy. (hold off on the thought&lt;br /&gt;you just thought because I know how you think - so does God) Six full&lt;br /&gt;weeks of not driving has allowed me to think of just how much I take&lt;br /&gt;things for granted. I'm indeed thankfull for having someone to drive&lt;br /&gt;me when I can't drive. She just doesn't like my words of wisdom when&lt;br /&gt;I say something about her driving. I'm trying to be mum but it isn't&lt;br /&gt;ever easy for me.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's time for me and my shadow to get up and go take a nap&lt;br /&gt;while the getting is good. So good-night - don't forget to leave the&lt;br /&gt;front porch light on - oh, it's only 1:12pm - who cares, come on&lt;br /&gt;Derby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-59318689816217382?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/59318689816217382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=59318689816217382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/59318689816217382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/59318689816217382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/01/driving-me-crazy.html' title='DRIVING ME CRAZY'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-4023222521642263915</id><published>2011-01-27T18:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T18:14:49.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OUT &amp; ABOUT</title><content type='html'>I've been out &amp;amp; about thia afternoon. My wife took me to Wendy's and to&lt;br /&gt;Barnes &amp;amp; Noble. I started reading a new James Patterson book while I&lt;br /&gt;was eating a walnut muffin and drinking coffee. I even saw a couple of&lt;br /&gt;people I know before leaving to head home. We did stop to get the car&lt;br /&gt;washed since it was so dirty even though we know rain and snow are&lt;br /&gt;heading our way again soon.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and ready for my nap since I was out &amp;amp; about for such  a long&lt;br /&gt;time. So, I heading to bed right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-4023222521642263915?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4023222521642263915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=4023222521642263915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/4023222521642263915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/4023222521642263915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/01/out-about.html' title='OUT &amp; ABOUT'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-7057856658964373768</id><published>2011-01-27T09:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T09:24:24.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CABIN FEVER</title><content type='html'>I have a bad case of cabin fever. A pill and rest won't releave the fever either.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving might cure the cabin fever I need. Maybe a trip to Barnes &amp;amp; Nobel&lt;br /&gt;will work. I need to get out of here so I can see what's out there in the world.&lt;br /&gt;I can only take so much of being inside so much.  If my taxi driver is up to&lt;br /&gt;it, maybe, just maybe, I can catch a taxi today.&lt;br /&gt;I get the cast off of my foot in two weeks and have high hopes and great&lt;br /&gt;expectations of getting back into the grove of  things. Most of all, I've&lt;br /&gt;missed the 8:15 service each Sunday and going to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble to&lt;br /&gt;read &amp;amp; relax.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of cabin fever, I'm thankfull for having a great cabin and such&lt;br /&gt;great companions  to keep company with. But I have an idea that they&lt;br /&gt;too might have a case of cabin fever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-7057856658964373768?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7057856658964373768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=7057856658964373768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/7057856658964373768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/7057856658964373768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/01/cabin-fever.html' title='CABIN FEVER'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-3751183928857793773</id><published>2011-01-23T16:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T18:13:38.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT I'M READING</title><content type='html'>While I'm watching football on tv, I'm also reading a new book by&lt;br /&gt;William Kent Krueger, &lt;em&gt;Vermilion Drift.&lt;/em&gt; 95 pages into it, I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;he will become a writer I will want to read in the future. He has&lt;br /&gt;several books that I'm sure I can read for free from the Library&lt;br /&gt;or buy at a used book bookstore. I may change my mind before&lt;br /&gt;I finish this first book of his I've read, but I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for a couple of new books to come out by a couple of&lt;br /&gt;my favorite writers. Maybe someone will come out with one soon.&lt;br /&gt;I keep watching out for them from time to time so that I don't&lt;br /&gt;miss them.&lt;br /&gt;I used to hate to read but now I read two or three books at the&lt;br /&gt;same time when I'm at Barnes &amp;amp; Noble or at home. I even re-&lt;br /&gt;read several just to refresh myself knowing that I'll be blessed&lt;br /&gt;again and again.&lt;br /&gt;One of the things I like doing is to read some Scriptures with a&lt;br /&gt;pencil in my hand to make notes or leave marks for the future&lt;br /&gt;when I'm re-reading a text. At times I have to put other books&lt;br /&gt;aside so that I can read the Word of God first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-3751183928857793773?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3751183928857793773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=3751183928857793773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/3751183928857793773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/3751183928857793773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-im-reading.html' title='WHAT I&apos;M READING'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-2255185565970446134</id><published>2011-01-22T13:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T13:23:21.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BACK!!</title><content type='html'>I must confess that I haven't been blogging because I couldn't remember my password.&lt;br /&gt;My age is creeping up on me, I guess. But I'm not as old as my older brother! He is so&lt;br /&gt;hard to catch at my age. This too shall pass.&lt;br /&gt;I have enjoyed looked out our office window at the snow falling. I put on some soft&lt;br /&gt;music &amp;amp; watch the silence of the snow. I have had to have others go get my mail and&lt;br /&gt;newspapers for me for the most part. I have driven the car out a time or two to get&lt;br /&gt;it rather than waiting. I go go slow in the snow and watch what I'm doing. Thus fare&lt;br /&gt;I've only hit two trees. Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's the news from Lake Lookout. Take care &amp;amp; stay inside all you can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-2255185565970446134?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2255185565970446134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=2255185565970446134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/2255185565970446134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/2255185565970446134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-back.html' title='I&apos;M BACK!!'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-6662816612319224473</id><published>2011-01-02T16:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T16:54:12.628-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A CLOSE SHAVE</title><content type='html'>I started growing a moustache last week since I'm home-bound for&lt;br /&gt;a few days. When I looked at the man in the mirror I thought of&lt;br /&gt;another man.&lt;br /&gt;Several years ago when I was [astor of a small country church, I&lt;br /&gt;started growing a moustache. On Sunday morning I was met by&lt;br /&gt;a member of the church coming into attend Sunday School. When&lt;br /&gt;he saw my moustache he told me that he wouldn't stay to hear&lt;br /&gt;me preach because he didn't think a pastor should have one.&lt;br /&gt;While he was in Sunday School, I went next door to our house&lt;br /&gt;and shaved my moustahe off and went back to church. When&lt;br /&gt;he came out of the classroom I said something to him and went&lt;br /&gt;to the pulpit area as the service started. Rather than walking&lt;br /&gt;on out and going home, the man joined the choir and attended&lt;br /&gt;the service. After it was over he asked me why I had shaved&lt;br /&gt;my moustahe off, I told him I didn't want to be a stumbling&lt;br /&gt;block for him or anyone else. He smiled and shook my hand&lt;br /&gt;and left before I could tell him the rest of the story. My dear&lt;br /&gt;wife had already informed me that she didn't like it. So, I&lt;br /&gt;shaved because of her more than him.&lt;br /&gt;I also shaved this one off for her. Besides, when you got it&lt;br /&gt;you've got it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-6662816612319224473?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6662816612319224473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=6662816612319224473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/6662816612319224473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/6662816612319224473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/01/close-shave.html' title='A CLOSE SHAVE'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-7764932784465073941</id><published>2011-01-01T21:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T21:30:33.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DREAM HOUSE 2011</title><content type='html'>I'm watching Dream Home 2011 on HGTV with my wife. Wow!! What&lt;br /&gt;a wonderfull house. I could learn to live there except for getting in and&lt;br /&gt;out of it without it without falling down. I would slip and slid down the&lt;br /&gt;very first step I'd take there.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, we already live in our dream house in 2011. At times it is a&lt;br /&gt;nighmare but most of the time it is great. The nightmares come when&lt;br /&gt;we have to update things. We've already done a great many things to&lt;br /&gt;make the house what we want and need it to be. We thank God for&lt;br /&gt;having this house to live in.&lt;br /&gt;If we win the Dream House 2011, we will sell it and update this house.&lt;br /&gt;Now that's dreaming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-7764932784465073941?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7764932784465073941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=7764932784465073941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/7764932784465073941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/7764932784465073941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2011/01/dream-house-2011.html' title='DREAM HOUSE 2011'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-8338707384930170609</id><published>2010-12-31T21:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:49:51.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR</title><content type='html'>Well, I've gone and done it again. I watched UK defeat UL, took a nap, read a new&lt;br /&gt;book and ate too much Poppa John Pizza today. I hope I sleep tonight. Last night&lt;br /&gt;was not a good night for me. I tossed and turned all night &amp;amp; slept when I could on&lt;br /&gt;a couch. I woke up at 5:00 a.m. and never did fall back asleep. Maybe I've worn&lt;br /&gt;myself out enough to sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year! My twin turns 67 in 2011. Poor fellow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-8338707384930170609?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8338707384930170609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=8338707384930170609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/8338707384930170609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/8338707384930170609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-2064230979682709210</id><published>2010-12-31T06:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T07:03:57.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GROUCH IS ON THE COUCH</title><content type='html'>I didn't sleep very well last night. I ended up on our couch where I did&lt;br /&gt;sleep some. I was up at 5:00 to start yet another day. It might be too&lt;br /&gt;much coffee or it could be the UK-UL basketball game that I want to&lt;br /&gt;watch at 11:00 our time. Anyway, I didn't sleep at all last night, almost.&lt;br /&gt;Just call me Grouch on the couch. I'm on the lazy-boy right now with&lt;br /&gt;my broken foot held high on a pillow, Maybe I can sneak in some sleep&lt;br /&gt;by listening to one of my old sermons. Here's one: HE WHO LOAF SHALL&lt;br /&gt;HAVE NO BREAD. Snoring.................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-2064230979682709210?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2064230979682709210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=2064230979682709210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/2064230979682709210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/2064230979682709210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2010/12/grouch-is-on-couch.html' title='GROUCH IS ON THE COUCH'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-5977648145388939637</id><published>2010-12-29T14:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T14:46:14.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IN THE RED</title><content type='html'>I'm in the red at the end of 2010. I have on a RED CAST for the next six weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I'm BIG BLUE since being born in Lexington but Western University is RED&lt;br /&gt;HILLTOPPERS. I'll wear RED this time to honor their colors.&lt;br /&gt;I had my wife stop on our way home and buy a book for me at Barnes &amp;amp; Noble.&lt;br /&gt;I had been reading it there but doubt I will be back very soon to finish reading&lt;br /&gt;it. It's by David Baldacci &amp;amp; entitled, HELL'S CORNER. While we live on one&lt;br /&gt;but it's not Hell's Corner. Although we're going through some pretty touch&lt;br /&gt;times right now. Thank the Lord for blessing us with HEAVENLY blessings.&lt;br /&gt;For now I have to take things easy and ask the good Lord to give my wife&lt;br /&gt;an extra dose of patience with taking care of me. Can I get an AMEN?&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, so I'm stopping here and heading to bed to rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-5977648145388939637?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5977648145388939637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=5977648145388939637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/5977648145388939637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/5977648145388939637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2010/12/in-red.html' title='IN THE RED'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-4537602197349670626</id><published>2010-12-28T21:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T08:54:23.114-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING</title><content type='html'>Big Brother is watching. I know from personal experience. While I was taking a&lt;br /&gt;nap today, my Big Brother called to see how I'm doing. I broke my right foot a&lt;br /&gt;few days ago and he wanted to see how I'm doing. What a kind Big Brother. He&lt;br /&gt;is one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;My Big Brother calls others often to see how they are doing and to see how he&lt;br /&gt;can help them. He has always been a Big Brother for the three of us younger&lt;br /&gt;brothers. He goes the second mile to offer assistance. Years ago he and his&lt;br /&gt;wife drove many miles in the snow to help two of us when we were in a wreck.&lt;br /&gt;We have never forgotten that time when Big Brother was watching. He is one&lt;br /&gt;of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;Big Brother helps family and friends in so many ways while he himself could&lt;br /&gt;do other things for himself. He never ask for anything for doing what he does.&lt;br /&gt;He simply wants to watch out for the other guy. He is indeed one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;So, thanks Big Brother for watching out for someone so silly that he breaks&lt;br /&gt;bones about as often as he goes to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble. You are one of a kind and&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank you from the bottom of my broken foot to the top of my&lt;br /&gt;big head. Thanks Ken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-4537602197349670626?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4537602197349670626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=4537602197349670626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/4537602197349670626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/4537602197349670626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2010/12/big-brother-is-watching.html' title='BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-3505419780806034771</id><published>2010-12-28T08:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T08:32:07.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CRACKING UP!</title><content type='html'>I was wondering this morning if Barnes &amp;amp; Noble has a book-mobile. Sure there is&lt;br /&gt;The Nook, but I don't have one. I like holding the real thing when I'm reading a&lt;br /&gt;book. I will have to hire someone to buy a book for me (I will pay for it) since it&lt;br /&gt;might be awhile before Barnes &amp;amp; Noble will see me again.&lt;br /&gt;Here are three books I might read:  YOU'RE CRACKED UP!, OUCH THE GROUCH&lt;br /&gt;ON THE COUCH, HERE I STAND. Best sellers I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;I do have books here at home to re-read rather than having to have another new&lt;br /&gt;book. I am amazed at how many books I've re-read through out the years. They&lt;br /&gt;are books that I always have to have. They inspire and inform me in so many ways.&lt;br /&gt;I also like the comics since I am one some say. Funny thing is, I agree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-3505419780806034771?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3505419780806034771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=3505419780806034771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/3505419780806034771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/3505419780806034771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2010/12/cracking-up.html' title='CRACKING UP!'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-7107452565043793538</id><published>2010-12-27T19:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T08:21:36.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>An X-ray today shows a broken right foot again. It's a new break rather&lt;br /&gt;than in the same place as last time. I'll be put in a cast again as well so I'll&lt;br /&gt;be unable to do much of anything. I'm thankfull I'll be able to do anything&lt;br /&gt;at all.&lt;br /&gt;I will be unable to serve Commuinion or lead a Bible study as I had planned&lt;br /&gt;to do starting Sunday. I guess I'll be served instead of serving this time. It&lt;br /&gt;might mean I can't washes dishes, drive Ms Daisey or even take out the&lt;br /&gt;garbage. What will I do? I'll read &amp;amp; relax and give God the glory. I just hope&lt;br /&gt;I heal quicker than last time so I can give the cast the boot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-7107452565043793538?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7107452565043793538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=7107452565043793538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/7107452565043793538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/7107452565043793538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2010/12/not-again.html' title='NOT AGAIN!'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-8683042881798266787</id><published>2010-12-26T18:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T18:52:18.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT A WEAK</title><content type='html'>I backslid today by watching First Baptist Church on tv since I didn't attend&lt;br /&gt;Broadway UMC. I heard a good sermon and was blessed by taking time to&lt;br /&gt;watch the service. My wife and daughter attended Broadway and brought&lt;br /&gt;me my lunch from a resturant. They told me I was missed by some of the&lt;br /&gt;flock.&lt;br /&gt;I'm "on call" this week to visit the sick for my church. I think I'll need to&lt;br /&gt;be put "on hold" and let someone take my place and come and see me.&lt;br /&gt;I may have to even hold off on assisting at the 8:15 service for a  few&lt;br /&gt;weeks. I sure will miss being a minister doing whatever I can to serve&lt;br /&gt;others.&lt;br /&gt;I have enjoyed today as best I can by simply taking it easy for once.&lt;br /&gt;I've even obeyed orders not to do dishes or shovel snow. What a&lt;br /&gt;change. I'm weak this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-8683042881798266787?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8683042881798266787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=8683042881798266787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/8683042881798266787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/8683042881798266787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-weak.html' title='WHAT A WEAK'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-6908356346317251501</id><published>2010-12-26T11:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T11:34:38.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HERE WE GO AGAIN</title><content type='html'>Well, I did it again! Yesterday while I was helping clean off the dinning room table,&lt;br /&gt;I re-hurt the foot I fractured two years ago. I had to wear a boot, a cast and one&lt;br /&gt;more boot for a long time. I sure hope this time I can skip (pun) all of that. I hope&lt;br /&gt;to get an x-ray Monday to see what is what. In the meantime I'm walking with a&lt;br /&gt;walker and staying off the foot as much as possible. I didn't even go to church this&lt;br /&gt;morning since there is snow on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;We've had a wonderfull Christmas except for the foot stuff. I'm going to sleep and&lt;br /&gt;watch football this afternoon since I'm stuck in the snow. I'm also hurting, so back&lt;br /&gt;to bed or the lazy-preacher place.&lt;br /&gt;Warning:  don't go and do something silly like I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-6908356346317251501?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6908356346317251501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=6908356346317251501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/6908356346317251501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/6908356346317251501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2010/12/here-we-go-again.html' title='HERE WE GO AGAIN'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-4694560085713390634</id><published>2010-12-25T08:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T09:08:49.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS</title><content type='html'>Our family went to the 6:00 p.Candlelight Christmas-Eve service at Broadway&lt;br /&gt;last night. There were more people there than I had anticipated being there. The&lt;br /&gt;service was wonderfull. The message and music was very moving. The 4:00&lt;br /&gt;service was well attended as well.&lt;br /&gt;When we left our house to head to Broadway, snow was falling. By the time the&lt;br /&gt;service was over, we had snow covering everything, everywhere. We scraped&lt;br /&gt;snow off the car and headed home being follwed by my brother in his snow-&lt;br /&gt;mobile. When were all in we fixed fondue and ate while sharing stories of some&lt;br /&gt;of the celebrations of Christmas from childhood. Wayne remembered things&lt;br /&gt;that I couldn't. I think he dreams it or makes it up. Not really, I think he does&lt;br /&gt;remember most things quite well. Maybe too well!&lt;br /&gt;I went out early this morning and removed snow off Wayne's snow-mobile. I&lt;br /&gt;hope I have a newspaper out at the mailbox but I'm not going to I need to&lt;br /&gt;sneak a peak under the Christmas tree and see if Santa showed up while I&lt;br /&gt;was snoring, I mean sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderfull Christmas day and celebrate the reason for the season.&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christnas from our house to your house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-4694560085713390634?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4694560085713390634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=4694560085713390634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/4694560085713390634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/4694560085713390634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-7639164019072432414</id><published>2010-12-23T17:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T18:09:19.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A BUSY DAY</title><content type='html'>I've spent all afternoon with an elderly man at his house while his wife undergoes&lt;br /&gt;test after falling today. We still haven't heard how she doing. I know she will be&lt;br /&gt;very sore for a few days. I feel so sorry for the two of them. I took Derby to see&lt;br /&gt;him when I took him his mail and paper. They were glad to see one another.&lt;br /&gt;We had to have our septic tank drained this morning since it was giving us some&lt;br /&gt;trouble. Just glad we got that job behind us. (no pun)&lt;br /&gt;We have company coming this afternoon and tonight so we're cleaning house&lt;br /&gt;and getting ready for them. We love it when our son shows up at home. He&lt;br /&gt;can't stay very long due to having to get back to work tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;We plan to attend a  Christmas Eve service at church with high hopes of&lt;br /&gt;some snow tomorrow as well.&lt;br /&gt;Merry Chrismas to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-7639164019072432414?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7639164019072432414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=7639164019072432414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/7639164019072432414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/7639164019072432414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2010/12/busy-day.html' title='A BUSY DAY'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-861908416356552041</id><published>2010-12-17T23:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T23:11:45.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MARK TWAIN &amp; ME</title><content type='html'>I had coffee with Mark Twain at Starbuck Cafe today. He was dressed in a&lt;br /&gt;white suit and sat at a near by table to me. He had long white hair and a&lt;br /&gt;mustach. Even though Starbuck Cafe is a no smoke zone, Twain puffed&lt;br /&gt;away at his cigcar as he blew smoke wings into the air.&lt;br /&gt;There were many more writers across from my chair as I drank my&lt;br /&gt;coffee. They all have been drawn by someone with great talent. It&lt;br /&gt;is interesting that six of these famous writers smoked in a public&lt;br /&gt;place. I wondered what they though as they looked down at all&lt;br /&gt;of us. No telling what.&lt;br /&gt;I did talk with one couple who live near to our house and to a woman&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't seen for a number of years. It was good to have time to&lt;br /&gt;simply take it easy when everyone else seemed so busy. Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I took our time just taking things easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-861908416356552041?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/861908416356552041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=861908416356552041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/861908416356552041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/861908416356552041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2010/12/mark-twain-me.html' title='MARK TWAIN &amp; ME'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-5197463350707810210</id><published>2010-12-16T09:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T09:57:31.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LIGHT A CANDLE</title><content type='html'>I love the look and smell of candles at Christmas. I have a small one lit before me&lt;br /&gt;on the computer desk even as I write this blog. What I don't like are candles lit&lt;br /&gt;and left in a room unattended. I heard on tv this morning that the number one&lt;br /&gt;reasons for fires in homes are lit candles left unattended. That's so sad, but so&lt;br /&gt;true.&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite songs of Christmas is about lit candles. The words were&lt;br /&gt;written by my wife several years ago. It goes like this: "Light a candle, light&lt;br /&gt;a candle, and tell the world Jesus Christ is born today, Jesus Christ is born&lt;br /&gt;today." So, during Advent and Chrismas, light a candle and tell the world&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ is born.&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave the candle lit and unattended. Instead, let your little light shine&lt;br /&gt;so others can see Jesus through you. Light a candle. "It only takes a spark&lt;br /&gt;to get a fire going."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-5197463350707810210?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5197463350707810210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=5197463350707810210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/5197463350707810210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/5197463350707810210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2010/12/light-candle.html' title='LIGHT A CANDLE'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-4446568212008798000</id><published>2010-12-12T20:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T20:49:16.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CLEATS &amp; CHURCH</title><content type='html'>I wore cleats to church this morning to stay safe walking into/out of worship. It&lt;br /&gt;snowed while we worshipped and the cars were covere with the white stuff. But&lt;br /&gt;it's the black stuff beneath the white stuff that I don't like, ice! Since breaking&lt;br /&gt;some ribs on the ice a few years ago, I try to stay up when waling.&lt;br /&gt;After attending worship, we went out to eat at the Mall. I didn't even go to&lt;br /&gt;Barnes and Noble today. Instead, I came home and watched the snow and&lt;br /&gt;football before taking a nap. I'll get to B &amp;amp; N before the week is over and get&lt;br /&gt;caught up on some reading.&lt;br /&gt;I will wear my cleats Monday morning to go get the newspaper unless it's&lt;br /&gt;not in the box by the street. They made need cleats on the tires to deliver&lt;br /&gt;papers from place to place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-4446568212008798000?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4446568212008798000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=4446568212008798000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/4446568212008798000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/4446568212008798000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2010/12/cleats-church.html' title='CLEATS &amp; CHURCH'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-785203551951711477</id><published>2010-12-10T07:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T13:44:45.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>COLDER ON THE OLDER</title><content type='html'>I need to get my long john's out and on from the way things&lt;br /&gt;look this weekend. I hope I don't need my snow shovel or&lt;br /&gt;sled though. I like warmer weather better than cold weather&lt;br /&gt;since the cold slows me down so much. What I really need is a&lt;br /&gt;trip to where it's warmer this time of the year but since I&lt;br /&gt;can't go there, I'll stay snug as a bug in a rug with coffee&lt;br /&gt;in my mug.&lt;br /&gt;As I get older, it seems to get colder, righ Kenneth? My older&lt;br /&gt;brother should know since he gets up before I do, although&lt;br /&gt;not by much. And his coffee is waiting for him too when he&lt;br /&gt;rises to shine for another day. The best way to start the day&lt;br /&gt;is stay in bed and snooze.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-785203551951711477?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/785203551951711477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=785203551951711477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/785203551951711477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/785203551951711477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2010/12/colder-on-older.html' title='COLDER ON THE OLDER'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-7205091623175897542</id><published>2010-12-09T09:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T09:19:24.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A CHARGE TO KEEP I HAVE</title><content type='html'>I attended Charge Conference last night at Broadway and gave&lt;br /&gt;my retired pastor report. I sat beside a retired pastor who had&lt;br /&gt;lots to do with my entering the ministry. He told me started his&lt;br /&gt;ministry the year before I was born in 1944. Doug Mosely comes&lt;br /&gt;out of Broadway because he lived near the old church on Broadway.&lt;br /&gt;He was a teacher at Lindsey Wilson College when I was there. So&lt;br /&gt;being seated by Dr. Mosley last night was a real honor.&lt;br /&gt;I am giving up some of my ministries at Broadway at the end of&lt;br /&gt;this year due to having difficulty walking the halls of the hospitals.&lt;br /&gt;I'm also giving up my monthly devotions at the retirement village.&lt;br /&gt;If I am called to visit or speak I will do whatever possible to the&lt;br /&gt;glory of God. I will continue assisting with Communion at the&lt;br /&gt;8:15 service each Sunday and assisting with serving Communion&lt;br /&gt;at the 9:3o service from time to time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-7205091623175897542?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7205091623175897542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=7205091623175897542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/7205091623175897542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/7205091623175897542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2010/12/charge-to-keep-have-i.html' title='A CHARGE TO KEEP I HAVE'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-3302603370275397179</id><published>2010-12-05T15:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T20:29:41.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CHANGING PLACES</title><content type='html'>I'm in shock while writing this blog on a Sunday afternoon. While&lt;br /&gt;I'm here at home in my study, my wife is at Barnes &amp;amp; Noble!! It's&lt;br /&gt;my Sunday afternoon space to read while sipping some coffee. I'm&lt;br /&gt;sipping coffee at my desk while listening to Christmas music and&lt;br /&gt;suffering the internet instead of being at B &amp;amp; N. I'm sure she just&lt;br /&gt;needed to do what I do sometime by being in slow-motion on a&lt;br /&gt;Sunday afternoon. Changing places is a good thing at times.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday night is Charge Conference at Broadway and I have&lt;br /&gt;to hand in a report of what I've been doing during the year. I've&lt;br /&gt;preached 12 times, spoke to the Stephen Minister's once, led a&lt;br /&gt;growth group for several weeks, visited rest homes and hospitals&lt;br /&gt;monthly and helped with Communion every Sunday at the 8:15&lt;br /&gt;service as I assist our senior pastor. My wife and I also attend&lt;br /&gt;the 9:30 contemporary service and serve Communion three&lt;br /&gt;or four times per year. I'm "on call" every month for hospital&lt;br /&gt;calls as my way of taking some of the load off other staff members&lt;br /&gt;who have other things to be doing, I wish I were able to do even&lt;br /&gt;more than I do.&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm sleepy and it is three, it's nap time before somone&lt;br /&gt;wonders where I am and wants me to do something for them.&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, I have some undercover work to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-3302603370275397179?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3302603370275397179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=3302603370275397179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/3302603370275397179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/3302603370275397179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2010/12/changing-places.html' title='CHANGING PLACES'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23901808.post-8466073810449449126</id><published>2010-12-04T20:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T21:02:12.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"MAKE MY DAY"</title><content type='html'>While I was at Barnes &amp;amp; Noble this morning drinking coffee&lt;br /&gt;and reading a book I saw something that made my day. Two&lt;br /&gt;women were at a table near by talking when suddenly one of&lt;br /&gt;them stood up and wrapped her arms around another woman&lt;br /&gt;who had approached them. They all three had tears falling&lt;br /&gt;No doubt it would make my day! So, who do you want to see&lt;br /&gt;soon? Maybe you could make their day by showing up out of&lt;br /&gt;the blue. Then it wouldn't be a blue Christmas for them and&lt;br /&gt;yourself. Make my day by doing something about what you&lt;br /&gt;have just read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23901808-8466073810449449126?l=keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8466073810449449126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23901808&amp;postID=8466073810449449126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/8466073810449449126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23901808/posts/default/8466073810449449126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepthesoninyoureyes.blogspot.com/2010/12/make-my-day.html' title='&quot;MAKE MY DAY&quot;'/><author><name>John Carroll Coomer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00578456619958330228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1945/2475/320/dadoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
