There is a list of things I need to do each day that I have been either poor or negligent in doing since we moved to Little Rock. I feel like I am moving backwards spiritually (ie my “Christian walk”) and it needs to stop.

Here are things I need to do every day:

• Spend at least 30 minutes reading the Bible and in prayer.
• Pray with my wife.
• Do a devotional with the kids.
• Spend at least 30 minutes playing with the kids.
• Pray for at least one family that supports us.
• Make at least 5 ministry related phone calls (calling supporters and potential supporters.)
• Give the laptop a rest.

If I do those things I can say I had a good day. But, as my dad says, “you got the easy part done, little man.”

Although accountability could be categorized under Christianese, there is much to be said for it.  Most of my Christian walk I have been blessed with older, godly women who have helped me stay “on track.” 

I am a slacker, I admit it.  Unless I am in the midst of a Bible study I struggle with prayer and getting into the Word.  This carries over into my everyday life and how I function.  Right now I really don’t have an accountability partner……so I am really slacking……………………..

I want to be asked hard questions. I want to be challenged to apply scripture to everyday life.    I NEED ACCOUNTABILITY.  

A few names are popping into my head…..Sue, Carol, Ellie, Laura,………

It is 3:16 a.m. and I am wide awake.  I am taking an antibiotic for a never ending sinus infection and one of the side effects is insomnia. Wonderful, I can sit and listen to the other side effects…..gastrointestinal. Since about 11pm there has been nonstop gurgling from my stomach. I hope the increase in yogurt helps with that! 

I think I am allergic to Arkansas.  Since moving here I have had more sinus allergy trouble than what I have had in years.  In early June I developed an infection and was treated toward the end of the month (with antibiotics and a steroid shot).  I don’t think it was quite cleared up because within 2 weeks all of the symptoms were back, but worse. Hopefully, this time it will get knocked out.  I am tired now. I am so boring, I put myself to sleep.

ool news from Cummins. (press release here)
(For those of you that don’t know, in my former life I was an engineer at Cummins, Inc. I worked on the electronic controller (ECM) for the mid-range engines.)

They made a big announcement this week that they were partnering with an unnamed auto manufacturer to put a new, high performance diesel engine in SUVs and small pickup trucks. The press release claims that the diesel engine will get up to 30% better fuel economy than the same vehicle with a gas engine.

The problems with diesels in the past were noise and exhaust. They were loud and the exhaust was soot filled and smelly. The problems are all but gone with developments over the past ten years. I worked on the 2002 and 2003 midrange engines (same size that Dodge puts in their pickups) and on those Cummins introduced “pilot” fueling which makes them run almost as quiet as a gas engine. Plus, the EPA has ever-increasing emissions requirements that have helped the exhaust problems of the past. This approach, introducing diesel engines into the auto market, could end up being a more realistic approach to oil conservation than hybrids. Lower cost and less specialized equipment on the vehicle.

The last year or so I was at Cummins, we started hearing rumors of a new engine that had been kept top secret for several years (a big feat at Cummins, they don’t keep secrets very well.) The rumor was it was going to be a V6 engine designed to go in SUVs and the rumor at the time was they were trying to get Dodge to put it in the Durango. And, once they got a customer they would build the engine at the main Cummins plant in Columbus which has sat virtually empty for the past 6 years. The press release from Cummins said they can’t announce the auto manufacturer and they have not decided on a manufacturing location. But, I would not be surprised if they announce Chrysler as the customer and Columbus as the manufacturing location, they already own an empty, 2 billion square foot manufacturing facility there (well not that big but it does take up about 10 city blocks.)

The only reason I can think of for the customer not being Chrysler is that they have their own similar engine they developed a few years ago in Germany. I can’t wait to hear more about this. It can be huge news for my home town, all my friends that still work there and for my mutual fund

Thanks to this post over at Greg Fielder’s “everything that’s on my mind” I’ve discovered the genius of Lark News. It is a fake news site written by Christians to satirize, lampoon and generally poke fun at Christian culture (sort of a Christian version of TheOnion.com.) I was reading some of it yesterday at my desk, in tears, I was laughing so hard. If you are easily offended you may want to stay away but if you have no problem laughing at yourself I’m sure you will enjoy it as much as I do.

Some sample headlines:
Outsourced prayer lines confuse callers (my favorite)
Youth pastor hazing on the rise
Suburban church celebrates minute level of diversity
Man arrested for drunk-in-the-Spirit driving

Here’s one for Grant:
Youth Pastor overestimates preaching ability after wowing main service

Someone once told me that bobo in Spanish is silly head.  I would certainly agree!! Our dog, Bobo, already named when we got him, is definately bobo.  He has a water bowl that sits next to his food dish in the kitchen. The bowl is always full of water.  Yesterday he kept following me into my bedroom.  Everytime I went in there, he was right behind me. When I went into the bathroom he got all excited and jumped into the bathtub.  He does this whenever he wants a drink. He will stand there looking at me and at the faucet until I turn it on and he gets a drink from the stream of water.  He is nuts.  Instead of drinking out of his bowl or one of the other two toilets (he does quite frequently) he waited all day for me to go in there so he could get a drink from the shower.  I found this particularly humorous since he was panting most of the day. 

 When I think about it, I guess it is not too strange…… for him.  He takes great oral delight in poopy diapers.  The first time I noticed this unusual practice, he was in mine and Mike’s room with both paws on the diaper.  He was “possessive” of his newfound delicasy.  I could hear the slopping sounds as he was licking out the very soft…………..If you think that is disgusting……once a month I have to set my bathroom trash can up on the counter out of his reach after once finding some surprises under my bed!!  Ok, I am grossing myself out.

Despite his disgusting habits, he is a sweet lovable dog……He loves to be loved on and have his belly rubbed….I just don’t let him lick me.

I was going to post this yesterday and forgot to do it.

I finally got to play guitar at church again this week! I played once back in November and then had to run the soundboard a few times when I was scheduled to play (I like running the soundboard too.)

I got to play electric. Its been a while and I was a little rusty, a sour note or two, lost my place on one song, but I felt like I hit a groove on one or two of the songs. I think I play again towards the end of August. Looking forward to it.

I made my first ride to work on my bike. It kicked my butt.
I can run up and down a basketball court for an hour, no problem but riding a bike uses different muscles and I guess those muscles are out of shape.

The ride down the hill was fun. I was probably topping out at 35 MPH. The”flat” portion of the ride was harder than I thought it would be. Small inclines that go unnoticed in a car are greatly amplified when you are pedaling up them. I think it took me about 20 or 25 minutes to get here. Not sure how the ride home will go. I’m pretty sure I’ll be walking the bike up hill.

Oh, and I forgot to pack a pair of socks…

Reading Karen’s post about Emma, I realized its been a while since I’ve thought about her and about that experience. I used to think about it several times a day but as we get further away from it, the easier it is to have days and weeks pass without thinking about it. I don’t know if I like that. I don’t want to forget that experience (I know that sounds weird but its true) and I don’t want to forget her.
It was surreal while we were going through it, almost like it really wasn’t happening to us, like I was observing it happen to someone else.

I remember holding her while she drew her last breath, I remember how tiny she was… how it seemed like she wasn’t in the blanket because she was so light. And I remember the most painful part. Coming home without her, that hurt but watching Elizabeth realize that she was not going to have a little sister at home with her was far worse. We got home and then had my parents bring her and Luke back home (Luke was just under 2 and doesn’t remember.) Elizabeth came running into the living room all excited to see her new sister. We had to tell her that Emma wouldn’t be coming home, that she was born too early and had died at the hospital. She didn’t believe us, ran to the bedroom, turned on the light and saw the empty crib. That’s when it hit her, her sister would not be coming home. She came  running back to us, Karen embraced her. She cried, Karen  cried, I cried…
I will never forget that scene.

Last week I got this bright idea that I could save money on gas and get some exercise by riding a bike to work. So, today I went and bought a Target special for $80.

Its just under 4.5 miles from my driveway to the FamilyLife building. The ride there is going to be a piece of cake. The first third of the ride is downhill and the rest of the way is flat backstreets. Its the ride home that has me worried. The 1/3 downhill is 1/3 uphill, and its a pretty steep uphill. I may take a longer route and ride around the outside of the steepest part of the hill.

The other challenge is geting stuff with me to work. I can fit my laptop in my backpack but I also need to fit shoes, clothes, and a towel. I think I can cram it all in. We’ll see how it goes.

Oh, and tomorrow is FamilyLife Wild River Country Day. 3:00pm to close plus Corkey’s BBQ. It will be a good day, not sure who’s more excited, me or the kids.

Since we have moved to Arkansas we are continually asked how many children we have. (That is a common question, especially if people know we are on staff at FamilyLife. Four children around there is average) In the back of my mind I am always thinking five even though we only have four with us. On March 1, 2002 I went into preterm labor and delivered our third baby 16 weeks prematurely.  Emma Mae was born at 24 weeks gestation weighing 1 pound and 10 1/2 ounces. She was 12 1/2 inches long. Emma was with us for 35 1/2 hours. She died from a pulmonary hemmorage (a major vessel in her lung “popped”). 

From time to time the kids will ask about her and we explain (again) what happened.  Elizabeth was the most impacted and still longs for a baby sister.  I sometimes feel cheated when I look in the mirror and see all the stretch marks. I have been pregnant and given birth 5 times and have 4 to show for it. It is those times I recall the way God worked through our lives during that time and that His plan is perfect. There are times I still wonder what she would look like or how girlie would she be. She would have been 4 this year.  Then I look at my family and thank God for each and everyone of them.

Here is a link to the page Mike made in 2002.

http://mikeriley.freeservers.com/emma/emma.html

In one of the pictures you can see a normal sized syringe.  Also, my hand is next to her in one of them. It is really hard to grasp how tiny she was.  The diaper is about the size of a panty liner.  Her head was about the size of a large lemon. Her hands were so tiny that she could only grasp my pinky half way.

On her grave marker is the scripture: Psalm 18:32 It is God who arms me with strength and makes my way perfect.

There is quite a conversation going on over at the G Sides about the Church, politics and how much the Church (along with Christian organizations) should be involved

Rowland (former worship pastor at our church) made a good point about churches returning to and focusing on what is important. In it he said:

You wonder if so many churches are just spinning their wheels doing all the programs and even praying so hard for “the Spirit to come down”, but it never happens because they forget the basics….the poor, the destitute, the lost. Makes me think we just need to return to the basics of preaching the Gospel, Worshipping, feeding the poor, visiting prisons, etc…

Why do we separate out “worship” from those other things. “Worship” has become a euphemism for singing songs. I’m not picking on Rowland here, I do the same thing and most other people do too. I typed “worship” into the search on BibleGateway.com, only one verse actually mentioned music along with worship.

The whole assembly bowed in worship, while the singers sang and the trumpeters played. All this continued until the sacrifice of the burnt offering was completed. 2 Chronicles 29:28

A good majority of verses use some variation of the therm “bowed down and worshiped.” Several also talk about serving along with worshiping, that is, putting actions to our worship. I love music and singing praises to God and it is definitely part of worship but worship is so much more.

So Rowland wasn’t wrong but all of the things he listed are worship, not just music. We worship God by humbling ourselves before him (bowing down), and making ourselves available to be used by him, to put actions to our worship.

Today was a high maintenance day. Everytime the kiddos spend time with Grandpa and Grandma they are crabby when they return. Who would want to return to mom and dad?  Especially when G&G take them to fun places, do exciting things and spend a lot of time together! From the time they got up until bedtime ( including getting up out of bed)……. I want Grandma, I miss Grandma, You don’t know what it is like to not see your grandparents everyday. Fine! Just take me back to Indiana so I can stop crying.  Elizabeth is the worse. She whined all day. Isaiah was pretty whiny too. He and Luke fought and argued a lot as did Luke and Elizabeth. Whine whine………………..can I have a drink of wine to get me out of my misery?  I don’t drink but it is pretty appealing right now.

Charles and Susie Moman are friends and supporters of ours from Indiana. We’ve known them for more than 10 years and I played in our home church’s worship band with Charles for years.

Last month they had a harrowing experience. Their 21 year old daughter, Becky, fell over 70 feet out of a tree and lived. Not only did she live, she suffered only minor injuries. Becky is a funny girl with a very quick wit. The first thing she said after falling was, “Did I fall with grace?”

Their hometown newspaper ran a story about it, here it is:

Falling With Grace
By JANUARY WETZEL
Longtime Seymour residents Charles Moman and his wife, Susie, were planning to take a vacation this summer to visit their youngest daughter, Becky, in Montana.
But after a freak accident involving a 70-foot-fall, Becky, 21, will now spend the next three months with them.
“I don’t have to worry about being bored,” she said jokingly, while sitting on the couch in the family room of her parents’ home Tuesday morning. “I’m sure they will find plenty of projects for me to do.”
“Maybe you can help me clean out the basement,” Susie said with a smile.
“Or you can scan every one of our family photos so we can put them on CDs,” her dad chimed in.
“I’m not supposed to lift anything over five pounds,” Becky countered. “At least that’s what they told me.”
The only physical sign of what could have been a tragedy is a confining back brace Becky will have to wear until her body heals. Even after hitting a number of tree branches on her way down and striking the ground with enough force to paralyze or even kill her, she is able to walk and live normally. The Seymour High School graduate suffered a hairline fracture in her shoulder blade and a compressed vertebrae.
Becky’s story begins earlier this summer.
Living and working in Whitefish, Mont., near Glacier National Park, she had picked up a part-time job to occupy her downtime.
During the winter months she is a property manager for ski condos at Big Mountain Ski Resort. With no skiing action this summer to keep her on the job, Becky decided to get a job at the resort’s summer attraction - “Walk in the Tree Tops.”
As a tour guide, she began training to lead groups of up to 12 guests on a suspended boardwalk that takes visitors 70 feet into the trees. Harnesses and cables secure all participants as they journey along the walkway.
The day Becky fell was supposed to be her first day giving a tour by herself.
“I was so excited because I was going to get to lead my very first tour without being supervised,” she said. “I was never scared or nervous about it.”
But when she went to hook her harness onto a cable, she hooked onto the wrong spot. At first people thought the cable was not secured properly, she added.
“In my opinion I should have been better-trained,” she said. “What I actually hooked onto was held together by duct tape. Had I known that, I would never have used it.”
Emergency personnel had to hike into the woods to rescue her and take her by emergency helicopter to Kalispell Regional Medical Center.
Becky says she doesn’t remember all the details of her fall, but that witnesses told her about it afterward.
“I remember being in the air and I knew my ropes weren’t going to hold,” she said. “One of the guys told me that when they rescued me I asked if I fell with grace. I didn’t really believe him, but then someone else said the same thing.”
The fall may have knocked the wind out of Becky, but it didn’t shake her adventurous spirit or her sense of humor.
“I can’t wait to go back up again and see the spot I fell from. But that’s not to say I would work there again,” she quickly added.
“She’s always been adventurous, and she’s traveled all over the world,” Susie said. “I don’t think this will stop her.”
But her fall from the trees to the forest floor may be the trip she remembers most, and it took only a few seconds, Charles added.
Becky said she sees the incident not as a setback but a reminder that God is looking out for her.
“I really don’t consider what happened to me an accident. I don’t call it one either. It was really just a tiny part of God’s perfect plan for me,” she said. “I’m not saying that my being in Montana wasn’t what he wanted, but I was just about to make decisions for the fall and winter. This definitely got my attention and will make me consider his opinion more, that’s for sure.”

Mike and I have been together long enough (almost half of our lives) that we often find each other thinking or acting the same way.  Mike is the king of one liners. He and I may be rolling while the person he is speaking to just has a blank stare. There lies the problem………..he has such a warped since of humor that people often miss the humor. 

I have aquired some of these skills. I sometimes surprise myself with the cleverness of such words. This can also come across inappropriate to others. Example, the post about Frump. Sarcasm is laced throughout! (I am the farthest thing from Hot!)

OK, this post does not make sense unless you know us.

Kids have been home for less than 24 hours and we have already had a time-out, apple cider vinegar (mouthful for saying mean words), diarrhea, vomitting, and a doctor appointment. When Elizabeth walked in last night she had a crusty looking spot on her face. She also had spots all over her belly and some on her neck and face. Since Luke was vomitting and Elijah had diarrhea (Elizabeth also had both) Mike and Jane said they would take Elizabeth to her pediatrician. She has Impentigo. She had cut her ear on her earring and had been infected. (Impentigo is a type of staph infection). She also has a virus which is causing the gastrointestinal upset.

We have inflatable sword fighting, crying, yelling and more crying….”I miss Grandmaaaaaa!!!” It is back to normal for the Riley’s! 

Time flies when you’re having fun and enjoying the peace and quiet. Around 7:30 this evening I was checking email in my bedroom when I heard yelling and squeals……………….Mommmmmmyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ahhh, how precious are the little faces and hugs!  Within minutes the peace and solitude of the past week was erased from my consciousness. They had so much fun staying with Grandpa and Grandma. A week was plenty of time to hear stories about Daddy when he was a kid. I am so thankful for Elizabeth, Luke, Isaiah, and Elijah. They are precious gifts from God…………………..just really noisy ones

It seems that I go through seasons of frump with my appearances. This should be expected as I have very little fashion savy. ( I really miss my mentor, Christy, from Columbus, who had her Bible then Vogue right under it!)

I am in between do’s right now and when I look into the mirror it is frightening! I have been in Little Rock for a year and a half now and have yet to find a great hair person. Actually, I did find someone but she charges $45 just for a trim/cut. Can’t afford that! So, out of desperation I went to Wal-Mart salon and got a perm. That was about two months ago.

My hair is so goofy looking right now, it is driving me crazy. The intent is to grow it out for Locks of Love. Michelle, a friend from FamilyLife, is growing hers out with me. 

Mike insists that I am “hot” in the picture at the top of this blog. (go back and hit refresh until the photo of me in gray and pink pops up) OK, I will say, that was one of my favorite do’s, but it was free. I had won a makeover through a local t.v. station and it was televised. (that is the lady who charges a lot)

[here’s the picture - mike]

I guess I will remain in my season of frump until it grows back out and I can be “hot” again.

With Elizabeth, Luke, Isaiah, and Elijah out of the house, it has been extremely quiet.  With so much time on my hands I have had time to realize some things about myself. I have been in a lull with my prayer/Bible quiet time. I thought about why I haven’t taken the time to spend time with God lately, especially with everyone out of the house. I was able to come up with a couple of reasons which probably pan out to be excuses.

1. I am extremely selfish, especially, in the flesh!   I want to do whatever I want, whenever I want. 

2. I lack even the desire to spend time in my Bible or prayer right now.  I asked the LORD yesterday to plant that strong desire to spend time with Him.

I discovered I have bad habits that creep to the surface during those lulls.

1. Spending: I find myself drawn into stores. I am tempted by the orange clearance prices and try to justify why I “need” something. If I do purchase something, I end up returning it or feeling guilty.

2. Ebay: This probably falls under the spending bad habit. It is loads of fun to make a bid on something. (I know when to draw my line on this one) There is great satisfaction in knowing you have purchased 3 pieces of Tupperware for only $14.99! Hey, I wanted a hamburger press and the seller threw in two storage containers! Seriously, it is fun just to get on there and see the things that people sell.

3. World Wide Web: I have spent so much time online this week.  It is interesting to look for something specific and then click on the various links. I don’t do this when the kids are home. There is too much junk that could pop up on the screen.  People searches are addictive.

4. Distraction: I find that I can’t stay focused on anything long enough to attain the goal. Even with my to-do lists. I am distracted by the world and the flesh.

Through all of this I realize what is going on. I am trying to fill the void of where God should be in my life. I thank God He never stops teaching me lessons even when I have distanced myself! I step back and say Thank you for never leaving me nor forsaking me. I do love you and help me focus on you, again. Thank you for my salvation.

Got a speeding ticket today on the way to work, out on Highway 10. I was speeding but I don’t think I was going as fast as the officer said. Court date is August 16th.

Here’s what happened… My car kind of sputters when it has been raining or when it is real humid, this morning it was real humid. So, to get it going when it does that, I step on the accelerator until it takes off. Then I will let it go for a minute to blow out the gunk. That’s what I did when I got out on Cantrell this morning. As I was slowing back down, I looked in my mirror and there was the cop. He must have clocked me just as I hit my peak.

Oh well, I hope the ticket isn’t too much. Maybe they will let me work restitution instead of having to pay a ticket. Do they do that here in Arkansas?

Free time ends tomorrow evening as Grandpa and Grandma bring back the kiddos. I have enjoyed the quiet and have had some great introspective time. However, I will be glad to see the kids. I think it may be for selfish reasons, though. Mike as picked at me the whole time they have been gone! He even told me that for a split second while stopped at a gas station the thought went through his head, “Now’s my chance!” He was referring to leaving me and Bobo at the gas station. My mom once told me that people (dad and brother) pick at me because they love me. Mike must love me a whole bunch! Actually, I think it is the other way around. He dishes out but can’t take it. It is kind of humorous!

Since we are kid-less, we thought it would be a good idea to go to a movie over the weekend. And… being the loving husband I am… I let Karen pick the movie. She chose The Lake House. Although I don’t care for most of Keanu’s movies and I can’t stand Sandra Bullock, I have to admit that I wasn’t totally opposed to seeing it. It had the whole “time warp” aspect to the story and I like a good chick flick every now and then.

Overall, it wasn’t too bad, I would have rather waited for the DVD. Keanu did a decent job. He still has that flat delivery but he wasn’t distracting. And Sandra was still annoying but didn’t do to bad either. The plot was completely predictable and had several holes. It seems the fact that they could communicate with each other although separated by a two year gap was accepted as an everyday occurrence by several of the characters.
 Just before the start of the third act I leaned over and told Karen how it was going to end, and it did. Exactly.

After the movie, I told Karen that since I took her to a Keanu Reeves chick flick she would have to watch The Matrix with me.
Side Note: Keanu was made to play three roles. 1) The boyfriend in Parenthood 2) Ted 3) Neo.

We got through half of it last night because Karen had to get to bed early. We will finish it tonight. So far, she isn’t impressed. Somewhere in the Kung-Fu training scene she turned to me and asked, “how did we end up together? We don’t have the same tastes in music or movies.” (paraphrase)

That’s a good question. I guess we have the “making fun of people in public” thing going for us.

I’m a master at it. Today’s Savage Chicken made me laugh:

One other thing about our home town. The Commons Mall is a pretty cool place in downtown Columbus. Its one of the many “architectural wonders” there, the building itself and the sculpture inside called Chaos I

The Commons is a strange place. It is a mall (although the shopping portion seems to be dying),  a playground, food court, live theater and movie theater all in one. As a kid I saw all kinds of cool stuff there. Chinese Circus, talent shows, a puppet version of The Griffin and the Minor Canon (the coolest puppet show I’ve ever seen. People dressed all in black manning these life-sized, totally wicked looking puppets). Junior and Senior proms were there. Oh, and the first date I had with Karen was to see Heywood Banks there.

The playground there is an indoor city playground.

 It used to be an awesome playground, back in the day. That 4 foot mound used to have this giant circular monkey bar thing that was about 8 feet high. We could climb and sit on top of it… 12 feet off the ground.
You can’t see it all in the picture but the thing the slide on the right is in is one of two, 2 story cylinders made of bars. They both have platforms (enclosed by bars) on top and they exit out into the upstairs of the mall (right by the movie theater entrance.) The second cylinder had stairs that now just go to the top of the slide but they used to go all the way up to the platform on top. And the cylinder with the slide used to have two fire poles, one that went from the top platform to a second platform that was where the top of the slide is now, and a second pole that went from there to the ground.
It was all very dangerous but to an 8 year old kid it was like heaven.

They are supposed to be tearing it all down and building some new playground. I’m sure they will make it all “safe” and remove all possibility of “broken limbs” and “severe head trauma” but there is no way it will be as fun as it was when I was a kid.

We went back to Indiana last week for the 4th. Did some fishing, took in a movie and set off fireworks. By the way, everything is legal in Indiana now. We had it all, bottle rockets, fire crackers, roman candles, mortars. If it went in the sky and blew up, we had it. As my dad would say, “Its Fireworks Display 2006.”

Dad testing a bottle rocket. Checking the atmospheric conditions, wind velocity, etc.

We got to have homemade ice cream:

And we went to see Jon, best friend since 2nd grade:

(we were not supposed to smile, we were recreating a photo from 16 years ago)

We left the kids with Grandma and Grandpa last Thursday and they won’t be back until this coming Thursday! Woo hoo!
Its weird getting used to a quiet house and free time to do whatever we want.

Mike keeps annoying me to write a  post on the “new” blog….so here it is honey. I am bored of sitting out here in the 90 degree weather waiting for people to come by and buy something! Yard sales are hit or miss. Next time we will put an add in the paper.

Here it is, the new and improved Riley blog running on Wordpress 2.0.3.

Still got to figure out these “widget” things. I keep getting errors. Lots of tweaking left to do. Now all I have to do is teach Karen how to log in and post.

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