<?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-1974378373679046393</id><updated>2012-01-29T11:16:42.058-08:00</updated><category term='GI Bill'/><category term='Pelt Law'/><title type='text'>The Life and Times of Jonathan P. Burke</title><subtitle type='html'>Everybody fits in somewhere... For me, it's "standing out"... someone has to be idiosyncratic.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>139</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-3462728946426316895</id><published>2009-01-10T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T18:03:46.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one more for the road!!! LAST POST!!!</title><content type='html'>I have included a video in what i think is a great summation to my blog... this is the Final Act...  I rember being at the Thomason house and watching this and i seriously laughed until i almost passed out...  very Jonathan Burke, and very typical... Whenever you see a person that closely resembles this woman, i want you to smile and remember "Jon boy"...  I Love you all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LqjvJjE-IRQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LqjvJjE-IRQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-3462728946426316895?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/3462728946426316895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=3462728946426316895' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/3462728946426316895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/3462728946426316895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-more-for-road-last-post.html' title='one more for the road!!! LAST POST!!!'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-215995946583705058</id><published>2009-01-05T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T13:30:06.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell BLOG!!! on to greener pastures</title><content type='html'>I have made the decision to stop blogging... not for a while, but forever... it was a good run, but pointless... Thank you to all my faithful readers, and i may still visit this, just to remember... but from now on, I think that my life is just not that exciting to the masses, thus, if you want to know what's going on with me, just call... much love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-215995946583705058?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/215995946583705058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=215995946583705058' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/215995946583705058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/215995946583705058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2009/01/farewell-blog-on-to-greener-pastures.html' title='Farewell BLOG!!! on to greener pastures'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-6049114033487841464</id><published>2009-01-04T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T09:14:39.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Artist spotlight: Ryan Shaw</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gents, please let me introduce you to an artist that i stumbled across... Mr. Ryan Shaw.  I LOVE Ryan's style of music... clean electric, solid beats, bass lines that are walking all over the place... Awesome horn section... this is the music that requires talent... not some cut track samples (Kanye, Jay-Z...). it's a soulful, feel free, compliment to the sounds of motown, with a modern voice... check him out at: www.jango.com.  go to that website and type his name in the block.... my personal favorites are "We got love" and "Over and done"....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-6049114033487841464?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/6049114033487841464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=6049114033487841464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/6049114033487841464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/6049114033487841464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-artist-spotlight-ryan-shaw.html' title='New Artist spotlight: Ryan Shaw'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-8185542233186058739</id><published>2008-12-08T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:27:06.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Magical Night of the holiday party...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/ST2sODbkYgI/AAAAAAAAAJY/yMLJHXGCGPk/s1600-h/img_0888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/ST2sODbkYgI/AAAAAAAAAJY/yMLJHXGCGPk/s400/img_0888.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277563695787172354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magical evenings are a rarity anymore these days... when it happens, you openly accept them... This year I had the privilege of  taking this classy, young lady to my holiday party for work...  I'm gonna go ahead and say that I think we are a good looking couple... Kind of like Dean Martin and Jackie Kennedy of 2008... Company parties are always enjoyable, but when you can enjoy your company... Magic happens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/ST2ru08cwsI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7qSfdBMxR94/s1600-h/img_0887+%28Modified%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/ST2ru08cwsI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7qSfdBMxR94/s400/img_0887+%28Modified%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277563159322608322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-8185542233186058739?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/8185542233186058739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=8185542233186058739' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/8185542233186058739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/8185542233186058739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/12/magical-night-of-holiday-party.html' title='the Magical Night of the holiday party...'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/ST2sODbkYgI/AAAAAAAAAJY/yMLJHXGCGPk/s72-c/img_0888.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-5524726660868139600</id><published>2008-11-20T12:16:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T12:16:45.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got in a Fist Fight with KEILAN!!!!</title><content type='html'>My phone rings and its Keilan.  I answered and said, “What’s up man?”, “Hey Buddy, can you come to Richmond?” he replied.  I said, “I’m actually really busy right now, can we get together some other time?”  “No Jon, you need to come down here, I need you right now.” So, I reluctantly, jumped on 95 to go see what my good friend needed.  I called him when I got to Richmond and he told me to meet him at Sports Authority.  I got there and He asked me to help him with selecting a pair of running shoes, because he was joining the U.S. Army.  Now we all know that I threw away my running shoes the day I got out of the Army (probably like 6 months before). I told Keilan that I was not in touch with that, and furthermore, I was mad that he wouldn’t just ask me on the phone… He then asks, or challenges me to race him around the parking lot… I told him that I hadn’t run in years and that there would be no competition… as I was going to leave, Hot as all get out that I wasted PREMIUM gas to go down there, he tells me that I better not leave, or he would do something about it… I turned to walk away and felt a forceful shove from behind, it was Keilan, with his fists up to fight!  I asked him what his problem was and why did he want to fight me.  He told me that it didn’t matter, but it was about time this was happening… Then the sound of alarm clock was ringing as loud as can be from the Sky… and I woke up safely in my bed… Without having been “pummeled” by Kiki… is that the strangest dream or what???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-5524726660868139600?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/5524726660868139600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=5524726660868139600' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/5524726660868139600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/5524726660868139600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-got-in-fist-fight-with-keilan.html' title='I got in a Fist Fight with KEILAN!!!!'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-2969010660402133167</id><published>2008-11-11T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T05:06:18.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you love your Freedom, Thank a VET!!!</title><content type='html'>That was what my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gramps&lt;/span&gt;' bumper sticker read... He was a 24 year veteran of the United States Navy.  And my uncle Mark was a 26 year veteran of the United States Marine Corps (Ooh-Rah)...  I encourage you to find a veteran today and thank him or her for serving your country... and providing you the ability to be free!!!  a few notable veterans that you may not know are Vets are: Staff Sergeant Kevin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dowker&lt;/span&gt;, USA; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Captain&lt;/span&gt; Jason Pelt, USMC; Sergeant First Class Franklin Taylor, USA; and Master Sergeant Ken Castle, USAF.  If you see one of them, or have the means to contact them... please do!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-2969010660402133167?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/2969010660402133167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=2969010660402133167' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/2969010660402133167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/2969010660402133167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-you-love-your-freedom-thank-vet.html' title='If you love your Freedom, Thank a VET!!!'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-6559150699561205315</id><published>2008-10-31T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:17:00.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I'm voting McCain/Palin 2008</title><content type='html'>There are a few reasons listed here...&lt;br /&gt;1)McCain has depth and breadth of expreience that no one in the Obama Campaign has&lt;br /&gt;2)Sarah Palin is SMOKING HOT for a 40-something woman&lt;br /&gt;3)McCain was a Navy man, and a POW for over two years in Vietnam&lt;br /&gt;4)Sarah Palin is a great mom... who can argue with a great mom&lt;br /&gt;5) and finally.... this is one of Sarah Palin's best attributes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SQsvX2ZZkmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/-WrK9WJEfUQ/s1600-h/SSPX0101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SQsvX2ZZkmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/-WrK9WJEfUQ/s400/SSPX0101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263352676298101346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-6559150699561205315?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/6559150699561205315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=6559150699561205315' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/6559150699561205315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/6559150699561205315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-im-voting-mccainpalin-2008.html' title='Why I&apos;m voting McCain/Palin 2008'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SQsvX2ZZkmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/-WrK9WJEfUQ/s72-c/SSPX0101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-6734148005508423298</id><published>2008-10-27T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T20:26:50.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blame it on the boogie</title><content type='html'>This guy is SICK!!!!  Bobby-o this is for you... It reminds me of you on the bass, but this guy is looks like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bizzaro&lt;/span&gt; Kevin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dowker&lt;/span&gt;... with Damian's glasses on... making Jonathan Burke faces while he blows the funk outta that bass... watch this all the way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;y'all&lt;/span&gt;... and just so you know... 1978 Jackson 5 was the best... for them anyway... and even though this dude is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Phenomenal&lt;/span&gt;, He's no James &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jamerson&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qVeOhvAaHOs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qVeOhvAaHOs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-6734148005508423298?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/6734148005508423298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=6734148005508423298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/6734148005508423298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/6734148005508423298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/10/blame-it-on-boogie.html' title='Blame it on the boogie'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-7996910894594719073</id><published>2008-10-25T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T15:30:43.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's why I like Motown</title><content type='html'>Some ask me why I love motown so much.... two words... James Jamerson.  Here is one of his bass licks... true musicianship at it's finest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zLiw5Az7hR8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zLiw5Az7hR8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-7996910894594719073?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/7996910894594719073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=7996910894594719073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/7996910894594719073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/7996910894594719073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/10/heres-why-i-like-motown.html' title='Here&apos;s why I like Motown'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-6719088294943473728</id><published>2008-10-24T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T15:04:06.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kind of Bobby-o-ish</title><content type='html'>I feel Bobby-O-ish right now.... I'm in caribou coffee, blogging on my laptop...  that just seems like something he would do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-6719088294943473728?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/6719088294943473728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=6719088294943473728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/6719088294943473728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/6719088294943473728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/10/kind-of-bobby-o-ish.html' title='Kind of Bobby-o-ish'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-6603656368092841566</id><published>2008-10-22T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T09:56:01.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Close CALL!!!</title><content type='html'>So... For lunch I decided that I was gonna just get some chicken from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fas&lt;/span&gt;-Mart and get gas while I was there... that in and of itself is kind of a "no-no"... you should never buy your food from the same place you get your gas, except &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WaWa&lt;/span&gt;.  So, I'm paying no never-mind to my A.O. just reading the screen on the pump, and I look up and there is a dude standing about two feet from me and he says "Hey!"  He startled me and for those of you who have ever done that know that I am a Fight or Flight kind of guy... this situation did not lend itself to a "Flight" so I had no other alternative... I snatched him by the Jacket and drew back to plant one right across his face and he yells "WHOA!!! WHOA!!! DON'T HIT ME MAN!!!"  I asked him exactly why was he so close to my car and why in the "H" did he sneak up on me.  He said, "I was trying to get your attention..." to which I interject "well you got it" and he continues, "Yeah I see!!!" He then proceeds to tell me the story that he and his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Preg&lt;/span&gt;-o wife just got laid off and he had no money for them to get gas or anything to eat and he needed some cash.  I was happy to give it but i reminded him "Hey man, Just so you know... I was about 2 seconds from stomping a mud-hole in your butt and walking it dry, but I will gladly help you..." Funny... and a long story short... if you see me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-occupied... get my attention well in advance... bang a pot, shoot off a flare, shout really loud.... something or I may have to show you the floor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-6603656368092841566?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/6603656368092841566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=6603656368092841566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/6603656368092841566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/6603656368092841566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/10/close-call.html' title='Close CALL!!!'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-8346230460908355822</id><published>2008-10-21T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T17:28:07.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what do you want to be when you grow up?</title><content type='html'>If money and time were no object, what career would you see yourself in?  there are a couple that sound fun to me... a late 1800's Sheriff of a one horse town out west, a drummer for motown in the 60's (that is the best) a 1940's Private Investigator... all these cool jobs... so the question to you is.... what's your answer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-8346230460908355822?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/8346230460908355822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=8346230460908355822' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/8346230460908355822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/8346230460908355822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-do-you-want-to-be-when-you-grow-up.html' title='what do you want to be when you grow up?'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-7322680476163158492</id><published>2008-10-21T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T14:45:53.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These are a few of my favorite things...</title><content type='html'>Aside from the standard "raindrops on roses, and whiskers on kittens" I have come to realize that there are things I really miss... my business trip has made me see that... these are'nt in any order, but here goes: Sydney, My house, my commute, Josh and Jadey, my bed, Virginia, My friends that associate with me, Monday night bible study, Fredericksburg... and so much more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-7322680476163158492?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/7322680476163158492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=7322680476163158492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/7322680476163158492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/7322680476163158492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/10/these-are-few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='These are a few of my favorite things...'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-8339264738261974825</id><published>2008-10-20T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:08:03.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COMPLETELY DISTURBED!!!!</title><content type='html'>There are appropriate words for what I'm feeling are too explicit for me to use here... But I just haphazardly watched THE SICKEST MOVIE (in a bad way) that it has ever been my displeasure to view... I know what you are thinking... why didn't you just change the channel... but that's just it, I had no idea what it was about and my curiosity got the best of me... I kept wanting to change it, but it was so effing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bizarre&lt;/span&gt; that I just had to see what was going to happen next... long story short... NEVER watch the movie "Boys don't cry".... I gotta go throw up now... HORRID!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-8339264738261974825?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/8339264738261974825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=8339264738261974825' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/8339264738261974825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/8339264738261974825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/10/completely-disturbed.html' title='COMPLETELY DISTURBED!!!!'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-2691307076443546043</id><published>2008-10-19T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T17:45:34.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in my Texas DAYS</title><content type='html'>Back when i was stationed in Ft. Hood, I attended an all black church... I think out of the 600+ regulars, there were two other white folks... but I must confess, I LOVE the music... I even had the chance to play drums... now that is FUN!!! I always talk about the music I want at my Funeral.... this video is a good example... Tell you what... if you can listen to this and not have a smile on your face, you need to get right with Jesus... Someone contact D.C. Washington when I go off the net and let him know... I'm "dead" serious about this... The funeral should be a happy homegoing... and if this can't make you happy... there may be no hope for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rcMI2WYkviQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rcMI2WYkviQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-2691307076443546043?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/2691307076443546043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=2691307076443546043' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/2691307076443546043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/2691307076443546043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/10/back-in-my-texas-days.html' title='Back in my Texas DAYS'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-8795738031280003173</id><published>2008-10-14T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:58:42.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deniece Williams... That girl can SING THAT SONG!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, I know I have a bizarre taste in music, but that's where all my fresh ideas come from...  This segments spotlight goes out to the great Deniece Williams... I am overly moved by music... It's almost like an out of body experience for me at times... this is one of those songs that gets me... I can hear it and actually shed a tear...  I think she sang this song for me. I have been or am still perpetually in the search for love... I always find it, I get swept away by the woman of my dreams and the only hang up is she never loves me... this is the story of my life... she's always, just out of reach...  I hope she will realize that I'm here... waiting for her... until then... here is the monument to all the "loves of my life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hcPiip-xkyw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hcPiip-xkyw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-8795738031280003173?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/8795738031280003173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=8795738031280003173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/8795738031280003173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/8795738031280003173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/10/deniece-williams-that-girl-can-sing.html' title='Deniece Williams... That girl can SING THAT SONG!!!'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-593325508686932988</id><published>2008-10-11T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T13:48:59.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REST AND RELAX</title><content type='html'>So, back from my business trip... just for the weekend, and monday to prep for Sydney's third birthday... I'm so excited, but sad too... she is growing up on a brother...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-593325508686932988?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/593325508686932988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=593325508686932988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/593325508686932988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/593325508686932988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/10/rest-and-relax.html' title='REST AND RELAX'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-7456741324501159747</id><published>2008-10-07T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T17:47:41.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(Heavy SIGH)</title><content type='html'>I have been in the state for "Crabs" for only a few days and it's already wearing me out... Who made this state??? Terrible Idea.  I will say (and this will sound gay) I found a great mall here to shop at... I have already started my Christmas shopping.... How exciting?  I really do enjoy buying stuff for people,  I think that Gift Certificates, unless you really don't know someone, are the best way to say, "hey, I could really care less about putting effort into buying you something so here's the Lazy way out"  it almost reminds me of the Italian Mafia where they give their wives $100 and say "go get yourself something nice" just to get them out of their hair.  I take pride in the fact that when gifts are called for, I put concerted effort into finding that one special thing for someone so when you receive a gift from me, it usually has thought and effort behind it... for example, I shopped for about 2 hours today and bought for just one person and only got them two things...  I think that's probably why I start my shopping in October.  Anyways, I thought that maybe I would get a back rub by one of them Chinamen in the mall... I wouldn't be the first bit surprised to wake up with bruises all over my back... I thought that maybe he wanted to fight... Needless to say, that crap hurt... no thanks.  and let me top it off with a typical Jonathan Burke story... I have never been a fan of kiosks in the mall... they usually lash out at you and rub some lotion on your hand, try to pluck your eyebrows, get you to buy a pound puppies calendar... but this one, the "Hefty" young lady was just sitting there reading a book and minding her business... That actually lured me in... she was selling what looked to be "bootleg" CD's and I thought, "man, that's odd, selling bootleg cuts in the mall... right across from FYE"  then I looked up and read the sign... "Straight from D.C.... "Go-Go cuts".... now you KNOW you are in the Ghetto when they are selling Go-Go CD's in the mall on CD-Rs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-7456741324501159747?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/7456741324501159747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=7456741324501159747' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/7456741324501159747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/7456741324501159747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/10/heavy-sigh.html' title='(Heavy SIGH)'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-5458621733657492754</id><published>2008-10-06T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T08:08:39.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Life hands you lemons...</title><content type='html'>You make lemonade... Sure, I'm out of pocket up here in Baltimore, but I am a pretty savvy traveler due to the extensive amount of travel I have incurred over the years... I figured if I got to be here, make the most of it... Right?  Wednesday is looking like a wonderful evening of food and entertainment at Toby's with the Andrew Lloyd Webber classic "Phantom of the Opera" only to be followed by a Feast fit for a king and a round of jousting on Thursday at Baltimore's very own "Medieval Times"... anyone interested in joining me, please let me know... Good times in the city where rats are the size of Chihuahuas!!!  I have very nice accommodations so if you plan on coming, you can crash at my flat and just leave the following morning...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-5458621733657492754?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/5458621733657492754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=5458621733657492754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/5458621733657492754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/5458621733657492754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-life-hands-you-lemons.html' title='When Life hands you lemons...'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-396697884763427996</id><published>2008-10-05T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T19:03:37.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone again... Naturally</title><content type='html'>Good ref... I know.  I'm up here in Baltimore... Board outta my gourd... I will be up here for like 3 weeks... The worst.  And now for a Jonathan Burke story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to this ditty, I missed my exit (Classic) and wound up in D.C.  Great place in the day... Night time, NOT-SO-MUCH!  I saw some flashing lights and was obviously intrigued, and then as I got "round the way", I see a whole mess of folks standing outside the "apartment complex" and I assumed that it was fire, but i guess it wasn't, because there was some little dude straight booking it with a TV/DVD combo... WHAT IN THE WORLD...  I don't dig those Ghetto scenes (or any war machines... where are you American Woman???)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-396697884763427996?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/396697884763427996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=396697884763427996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/396697884763427996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/396697884763427996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/10/alone-again-naturally.html' title='Alone again... Naturally'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-5769669763310327849</id><published>2008-10-01T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T15:12:59.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And you guys say your my "friends"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SOP12aJrWoI/AAAAAAAAAIw/MfQ-bwPdRck/s1600-h/theworst.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SOP12aJrWoI/AAAAAAAAAIw/MfQ-bwPdRck/s400/theworst.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252311905525783170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up with my wig in this... and you all let me go around looking like this... y'all are the WORST!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-5769669763310327849?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/5769669763310327849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=5769669763310327849' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/5769669763310327849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/5769669763310327849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-you-guys-say-your-my-friends.html' title='And you guys say your my &quot;friends&quot;'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SOP12aJrWoI/AAAAAAAAAIw/MfQ-bwPdRck/s72-c/theworst.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-795659218246765477</id><published>2008-10-01T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T14:36:05.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Debbie Boone said it best...</title><content type='html'>I was taking Sydney over to target to buy her some "pet shops" as she calls them... "Thanks Tori"... and on the way over there, she hits me with a plethora of funny things... starting with, "dad, did you know that when the light is red, that means we have to stop..." and then she is telling me that green means we can go, if it is safe... what two year old says, if it's safe... by the time we reached target she noticed a CD that I had playing... she says, "Dad, is that Motown on the radio?"  It made me laugh as i answered, "yes it is".  she then said, "I thought so, that tambourine sounded familiar"  where did she get all these funny things from?  not to quote Debbie Boone, But she lights up my life!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-795659218246765477?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/795659218246765477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=795659218246765477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/795659218246765477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/795659218246765477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/10/debbie-boone-said-it-best.html' title='Debbie Boone said it best...'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-1053959271502746993</id><published>2008-09-30T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T17:11:50.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The added value of a good percussionist</title><content type='html'>Most people classify people who play the drums as percussionist, but they are NOT the same... Drummers play drums, true, but the term more applies to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;drum sets&lt;/span&gt;... percussionists play a wide variety of intricate instruments, from cowbells, shakers, wood blocks, bongos, congas (not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;congos&lt;/span&gt;.. that is the worst when people say that) and they play all the other crap you played in the fourth grade.  I for one am a drummer, I prefer the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;drum set&lt;/span&gt; than any other set up, and i can play a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;percussion&lt;/span&gt;... this guy in this video will show you the difference in what a percussionist does... if he/she does it well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nhdm1b09iuk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nhdm1b09iuk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-1053959271502746993?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/1053959271502746993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=1053959271502746993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/1053959271502746993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/1053959271502746993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/09/added-value-of-good-percussionist.html' title='The added value of a good percussionist'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-721444535755834591</id><published>2008-09-28T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T19:43:40.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This reminds me of Keilan</title><content type='html'>Oh my dear sweet boy.... this is you, if you played bass in the late 70's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7-NOZU2iPA8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7-NOZU2iPA8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-721444535755834591?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/721444535755834591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=721444535755834591' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/721444535755834591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/721444535755834591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-reminds-me-of-keilan.html' title='This reminds me of Keilan'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-9048809888494492007</id><published>2008-09-28T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T18:23:03.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a while...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SOAtmbir5uI/AAAAAAAAAIo/BNb6OMsuGKA/s1600-h/img_0375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SOAtmbir5uI/AAAAAAAAAIo/BNb6OMsuGKA/s400/img_0375.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251247303765518050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SOAtZcAnbxI/AAAAAAAAAIg/GqtouOWnaj4/s1600-h/img_0233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SOAtZcAnbxI/AAAAAAAAAIg/GqtouOWnaj4/s400/img_0233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251247080552754962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone... a few things... It has been a while since my last post, but I have been busy as I don't know what... We have been getting ready for Colby and Annie's going away... here are some pictures of the madness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SOAs78Nau4I/AAAAAAAAAIY/ejAqBnEiP1o/s1600-h/img_0652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SOAs78Nau4I/AAAAAAAAAIY/ejAqBnEiP1o/s400/img_0652.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251246573800307586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SOAsveGpi7I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/OzP4Yc0LeDs/s1600-h/img_0636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SOAsveGpi7I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/OzP4Yc0LeDs/s400/img_0636.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251246359560424370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SOAsgH6g3lI/AAAAAAAAAII/Ka_TMnnKrUk/s1600-h/img_0689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SOAsgH6g3lI/AAAAAAAAAII/Ka_TMnnKrUk/s400/img_0689.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251246095905906258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SOAsNiJp99I/AAAAAAAAAIA/sM_cbz8HZaY/s1600-h/img_0259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SOAsNiJp99I/AAAAAAAAAIA/sM_cbz8HZaY/s400/img_0259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251245776531224530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-9048809888494492007?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/9048809888494492007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=9048809888494492007' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/9048809888494492007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/9048809888494492007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/09/been-while.html' title='Been a while...'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SOAtmbir5uI/AAAAAAAAAIo/BNb6OMsuGKA/s72-c/img_0375.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-6137814548292826556</id><published>2008-09-20T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T12:43:15.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12th annual Kids Convention and Jonathan Burke Sartotorial assistance</title><content type='html'>today was action packed at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Spotsy&lt;/span&gt; Mall (now referred to as the town centre.) It was the 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; annual Kids convention... Sydney and I ventured out and hit all the booths there, we made a clay pot, a water &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;balloon&lt;/span&gt; yo-yo(can't wait for that to pop), she made some slime, saw some bugs from the bug box and had her face painted... (classic).  I also want to say that I was signed up to free memberships to like two or three gyms... What a waste. anyway a day full of laughing and having fun, complete with crying and a tantrum at the end (she was getting sleepy) was all had.  Now, one thing i like about the mall in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;spotsy&lt;/span&gt; is Macy's... great selection, great price, and friendly staff.  Macy's is by far the best store in that mall.  I have been known to be some what of a fashion buff (not something you really want to brag about), but the fact of the matter is, I'm just a detail oriented guy when it comes to clothes.  Let's go over the must haves... from the bottom up. Socks... you gotta at least get two pair (camel and charcoal) of thick wool socks... nothing says fall/winter like that.  now for shoes i have two options... &lt;a href="http://zeta.zappos.com/product/7338166/color/3465"&gt;Hunter originals&lt;/a&gt;, an all out great shoe for those snowy or rainy days... be sure to tuck your trousers INSIDE the boot.  you may say... that looks like a fashion &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Faux&lt;/span&gt; Pas, it's not, wet bottoms of your suit pants is.  the other shoe, Aptly sported by my brother, Joshua Burke is the &lt;a href="http://clarks.zappos.com/n/p/dp/16225873/c/7686.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wallabes&lt;/span&gt;, by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;clark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  get them in tan... that is the original color.  these can be dressed down with some nice DARK indigo jeans or even stepped up for the office, paired with some chinos or cords.  since we're "moving on up" Jeans, Cords, Chinos.... all are in and all are great.  the thing you are looking for here is fit and color... with jeans... the darker the better, Cords and Chinos... go with muted earth-tones... browns, tans (NOT LIGHT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;KHAKI&lt;/span&gt;!!! that's for the summer), even the hunter green is a good one.  Here's a secret, the less break you have in your pants the taller and neater your pants will look, also, get them slim fitted, bell bottoms are not in style anymore...  shirts, well it all depends... where are you going... the key point here is fit, most people, I was just as guilty, have this idea that if they get their shirts a little big, they can, 1)hide their weight, 2) have room to grow into the shirt... News flash, wearing a shirt that is even one size too big will not hide your weight, it will accentuate it, and room to grow... trust me, if you are over 18, you're done growing... buy a shirt that fits, or even have it altered so you don't look like you are wearing a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;trash bag&lt;/span&gt;.  granted, we don't all have a Kevin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Dowker&lt;/span&gt; or Bobby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Oliveri&lt;/span&gt; physique, we can't all be so lucky... but I am saying get your shirt cut to fit.  for guys like Kevin and Bobby... those shirts should be as snug in the mid torso as your pants, if you look more like me (198lbs of chewed bubble gum or a sack of potatoes) them get it with no more then two inches of play in the sides... not a skin fit, but no loose fabric.  I have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Tailor&lt;/span&gt; that is amazing.  go with some plaid, button-down collars or some v-neck sweaters, again FITTING NOT BAGGY... Just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; the 70's.  same with jackets, get them to fit... it's not 1984 so loose the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;shoulder pads&lt;/span&gt;, get a jacket that hugs your shoulders, not hangs off.  for fall/winter, tweed and cords seems to be the thing, earth tones are a must.  as far as neck wear, YOU JUST GOTTA GET A KNIT TIE... I got mine from polo, I love it and plan on getting more, but you can get one from &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/Merona-Knit-Stripe-Necktie-Navy/dp/B0014JUDJO/qid=1221939024/ref=br_1_23/602-9904230-0638267?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;node=681273011&amp;amp;frombrowse=1&amp;amp;pricerange=&amp;amp;index=target&amp;amp;field-browse=681273011&amp;amp;rank=pmrank&amp;amp;rh=&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;target&lt;/a&gt;... and the great thing is they are only 20 bucks there... target is still a great place to shop.  finally let's nail down the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;outer&lt;/span&gt; wear.  a six-button &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;pea coat&lt;/span&gt; that is just below the waist or a leather "bomber-style" jacket that stops right at the waist is needed for your casual look. A mid thigh, three button, camel or tweed, or even navy over coat is a must for your dressier occasions.  you'll notice that the mention of black was not in this set up for fall... while you can still wear it, why not take advantage of the change to see some new colors come out to play.  here is a great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to be "out there" and still be considered "business".  as a final note, no winter wardrobe is complete without, these three items, Hat, Gloves and Scarf... as far as a hat, Tweed or wool, "news boy" is good for everyone, you want to step it up? get a fedora... gloves, I personally go for leather &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;isotoners&lt;/span&gt;, you can get them at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Khol's&lt;/span&gt; pretty cheap.  and finally, a scarf... you can snatch one up about anywhere, but I would get it from S&amp;amp;K... that's about all i would buy from that place... you can secure one for about 20 bucks.  feel free to post any questions about this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-6137814548292826556?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/6137814548292826556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=6137814548292826556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/6137814548292826556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/6137814548292826556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/09/12th-annual-kids-convention-and.html' title='12th annual Kids Convention and Jonathan Burke Sartotorial assistance'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-4562559259638074563</id><published>2008-09-17T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T12:16:22.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Greasing the Skids"</title><content type='html'>That's an old Army term for "getting ready"... we are greasing the skids to send Colby and Annie (and Haley and Darcy) over to Iceland, with what I will consider will probably the biggest concert that I have played in the longest time... I have played to crowds over 600 (when i was in the touring choir in Texas) and that took a lot of prepping, but I can say that this is probably the biggest that means the most to me.  I have known the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Garmans&lt;/span&gt; for about 7 years now and shared very special times with them, they are truly my friends.  i really want to make this concert a great success, not for personal reasons, but to show the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Garmans&lt;/span&gt; that they are worth every bit of effort that we are putting into them... actually, they are worth much, much more.  the "concert" will be held at Stafford Baptist Church on October 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, 2008 starting about 6.  I highly encourage you to come if you have a heart for missions, adventure, or the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Garmans&lt;/span&gt; themselves.  there is no cost, and this is a great way to learn about what they will be doing.  please come and support these wonderful people and share the "Joy in their journey".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-4562559259638074563?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/4562559259638074563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=4562559259638074563' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/4562559259638074563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/4562559259638074563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/09/greasing-skids.html' title='&quot;Greasing the Skids&quot;'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-4169263163001064486</id><published>2008-09-14T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T12:12:55.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Karaoke MADNESS!!!</title><content type='html'>If I decide to go (which I'm leaning towards "YES") this will be my fourth night in a week... STOP THE MADNESS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-4169263163001064486?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/4169263163001064486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=4169263163001064486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/4169263163001064486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/4169263163001064486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/09/karaoke-madness.html' title='Karaoke MADNESS!!!'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-736929336394524342</id><published>2008-09-12T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T11:59:07.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This week's featured artist</title><content type='html'>Earlier I made a reference to Eric Hutchinson's song "Rock &amp;amp; Roll"... Still a beauty, but let me also turn you on to Marc &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Broussard&lt;/span&gt;... you can look him up on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;you tube&lt;/span&gt;... he also sings with Toby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lightman&lt;/span&gt;... she's pretty good too.  Again, a man after my heart with his soulful sounds and retro tracks... I am really hoping to see this music come back in style... it never really lost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;prominence&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Louisiana&lt;/span&gt; which is where Marc is from... I encourage you to listen to: Someone you know, Let the music get down in your soul, and If I could build my whole world around you... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;phenomenal&lt;/span&gt; young man!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-736929336394524342?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/736929336394524342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=736929336394524342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/736929336394524342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/736929336394524342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-weeks-featured-artist.html' title='This week&apos;s featured artist'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-6013908830666500001</id><published>2008-09-09T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:20:16.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike Burke... The man of wisdom...</title><content type='html'>I gotta say... I love my Dad... but for more than just the fact that he's my "dad", but because he's a great friend.  I would have to say, the older I get, the more I find myself becoming like him and for the majority, that's awesome... especially since I became a dad in 2005.  I can remember so many great one-liners that my dad has had, I would be here all day reciting them... needless to say, everyday in the Burke house (Burke Palace), was full of adventure and excitement.  Dad has a couple staple mannerisms that are unique to him... Josh can attest... Like when we were little, he would stand over top of you while doing your homework in the silent room and you could hear him breathing so loud, and then you'd know before you were about to get corrected, by the half-second pause before you hear, Read that again son... or his signature Mike Burke throat clearing, I find myself doing all the time... not to mention the absolutely hilarious statements that come from this man... to this day, and I guess I should be ashamed of saying this, but I have never laughed as much when I heard someone cuss the way he does... it's hysterical.  I had the privilege of working beside my dad for several home projects and in my late teen years, working as a member on his crew doing construction... those were probably my best times in life... most recently, I have expressed an interest in "getting back out there" and starting to date... I was talking to dad about this and he offers some great advice... But before I can share that advice, I have to lay it out for you... I typically like women EONS out of my league... High-maintenance, prissy, girly, want to get their nails done every week, take two hours to get ready to go to dinner at McDonald's type of chicks... don't know why, I just do.  As I was telling dad about some of my "interests" he said, "Well Jonathan, I think that you are truly a catch for some woman.  You're honest, a great father, you take good care of yourself, you make good money, I think that there are no women that are out of you're league."  My dad is a pretty good hype-man... then he follows up with, "But I'm gonna tell you what my dad told me" (so you can now see that it didn't start with him, he's just keeping the rediculi going), I said, "What's that dad?"  He said, "Don't marry one of these drop dead gorgeous women, marry someone who is just plain... The gorgeous one's always will leave you."  So I said to him, "Dad, an ugly girl can leave you too..." His reply, "well, yeah they can... but who gives a s**t?"... That's my dad... and the best part, he was dead serious... and so was his dad... Funny as I don't know what!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-6013908830666500001?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/6013908830666500001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=6013908830666500001' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/6013908830666500001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/6013908830666500001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/09/mike-burke-man-of-wisdom.html' title='Mike Burke... The man of wisdom...'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-2423251460662142084</id><published>2008-09-08T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T09:47:24.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone make sense of this...</title><content type='html'>A few random thoughts from me... I really like the song "Rock &amp;amp; Roll" by Eric Hutchinson... it has such an old feel to it, but it's still pop for 2008... I admire that type of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;musicianship&lt;/span&gt;.  I have also been feeling somewhat restless the last few days, kinda anxious I guess.  No real reason, just that's the way I feel.  it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; and I'm already looking forward to the weekend... Terrible.  I really want to write a bone crusher of a song, but I only play drums really good, all other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;instruments&lt;/span&gt;, I just play enough to get by, can't really compose on a drum set.  The Baby has been so awesome, but she is getting older and hanging out in the house is not what she wants to do, I want to do some cool stuff with her, but I just am out of Ideas, She does like to help wash the dishes (and subsequently spray me with the hose)... Overall, I feel that I am a good dad, and I may even say in a non-cocky way, I'm a great dad... But I want to be the BEST DAD IN THE WORLD... and on that, I'm just stuck.  Sydney is such a bright little girl, and that's not just a dad bragging up his kid, if you have met her, you all agree that she is fairly smart and funny to boot.  She gets her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;funniness&lt;/span&gt; from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Burkes&lt;/span&gt;, and that's not on the table for discussion... My dad, "Mike" is probably the funniest cat I know, with his blunt and non-politically correct statements, it's actually where I get it from... If you have ever seen Royal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tenenbaum&lt;/span&gt;, you have seen Mike Burke... But aside from her demeanor of being funny, she is also geared to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;performer&lt;/span&gt;, I think anyway... That runs in my family too... Look at Joshua and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jadey&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jadey&lt;/span&gt; may be from a different family, but she has been a part of my life for more than half of it... She's family).  Sydney can watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;you tube&lt;/span&gt; videos of singing and dancing for like hours on end... and another Burke trait she shares is, elephant memory... She can put a DVD in a different case, and in two months tell you exactly where it is... Funny.  So, now that I'm done rambling on about her, anyone with good ideas for a dad and daughter to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-2423251460662142084?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/2423251460662142084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=2423251460662142084' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/2423251460662142084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/2423251460662142084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/09/someone-make-sense-of-this.html' title='Someone make sense of this...'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-7434282973126925580</id><published>2008-09-07T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T12:10:41.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Down at Fraggle Rock...</title><content type='html'>Sydney is now a fan of Fraggle Rock... Can't say that I blame her... that show is awesome... That show along with a list of others were my favorite as a child... I can't find the other sweet ones... Like Count Duckula, under the umbrella tree, Danger Mouse, the Elephant Show, You Can't do that on Television, and a laundry list of others... but I will continue my search...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-7434282973126925580?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/7434282973126925580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=7434282973126925580' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/7434282973126925580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/7434282973126925580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/09/down-at-fraggle-rock.html' title='Down at Fraggle Rock...'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-3422629479436587085</id><published>2008-09-05T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T12:32:18.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just speechless... now that's a feat</title><content type='html'>During my divorce, as I spiraled out of control, searching for someone that would fill the void left of my broken marriage, I signed up for an online dating thing... I rate this #8 in my top 10 dumb ideas... what a waste. They send you an e-mail every so often with what they consider your "Matches" and you are supposed to reply... Honestly, I think after day two I was really regreting this waste of time and money. some of the "prizes" that hit me up were, Golddigga81, lonelygirl324, desparatelywanting12, and a myraid of other hood rat broads... and those are names they gave themselves!!! Honestly, what is running through your gourd... "Hi, I'm Golddigga81..." coupled with a photo on a cell phone photo that you are taking of yourself in a bathroom mirror "Dropping it like it's hot"... Sweetie, police yourself up and get that act together... And lonely girl... well, there is probably a reason for that... stage 5 clinger... I did see some nice chicks on there, and even talked to a few of them over the phone and what have you... but no one really struck me as someone to be more than friends "or one time meet and greets".  I am glad to report that I have cancelled that "service"... it's been a while now, but I learned that looking for someone... especially in that forum, is just a waste of time. And it has made me realize that I'm a fairly decent cat, with a lot to offer someone, once they see it, they will know, and so will I. I finally know who I am and what I want... and subsequently don't want... (Photo on a cell phone in your bathroom... who the crap does that???) I'm just gonna keep rockin' til Ms. Right comes along... As some would say and probably all of you are thinking... ONLY JONATHAN BURKE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-3422629479436587085?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/3422629479436587085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=3422629479436587085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/3422629479436587085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/3422629479436587085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-just-speechless-now-thats-feat.html' title='I&apos;m just speechless... now that&apos;s a feat'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-8384038703549966357</id><published>2008-09-05T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T11:11:02.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rediculi...</title><content type='html'>Alright, I am hot to trot right now... The Weather report stated... as a matter of fact, I even got a notice on my phone, that severe storms and what have you would be coming up this way... So I grabbed the appropriate overcoat (and it's dang near 90 degrees out there) so lugging that joint around is not what I really wanted to do... I just came in from out side... Absolutely gorgeous out there... This really grinds my gears... Had I left that home we would have had hail and everything else... you may be wondering about the title... "rediculi" applies to when two or more things are Rediculous (according to Jonathan Burke), just after a brief dry spell of funnies from the "Pentagon People"... they are back in full force... Starting my day, I went to the McDonald's and this gay midget was GOING OFF on the people at the counter... It's been making me laugh all day... I'm even chuckling as I write this... And he was giving those people the business too... He had all these little multi-colored beads in his hair and stuff... I was crying by the time I left up outta there. Then, around lunch time, I was walking outside and happed upon this older black lady... WITH A WIG ON BACKWARDS, and you know it was blonde...Furthermore, she was not the most "shapely" character, but for some reason felt compelled to wear a shirt that was cut down to her naval... after a few dry heaves, I began laughing... Then she busts out a smile at me and her teeth looked like a firecracker had gone off in her mouth... not a nane one tooth was straight... This sent me over the edge... You may say that this is mean, but I'm not really laughing at the people's issues, it is their indifference to change them... that is what keeps me rolling... I just enjoy each day as it comes, and once it goes, all that are left are the memories... I have a ton of memories... I think that "rediculi" applies to today's happenings...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-8384038703549966357?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/8384038703549966357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=8384038703549966357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/8384038703549966357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/8384038703549966357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/09/rediculi.html' title='Rediculi...'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-5599043262559297442</id><published>2008-09-04T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T10:27:24.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing really note worthy</title><content type='html'>Stuff has pretty much been the same... I feel like I haven't seen most of you in ages... but just a re-cap of what is the same... I still love being a Musician, Sydney is still AWESOME, Shauna is still being difficult to deal with, Motown music is still my favorite, I still love all my friends, My parents are still asking me 100 questions about everything (yeah, that still goes on, even if you are 25 and living on your own 7 years running), My beard is growing in nicely for the fall/winter months, so is my hair, the people at the pentagon still amuse me with their "rediculi", And God is unchanging, Still Blessing me beyond measure... The standard JB Rant stuff... Nothing out of the normal...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-5599043262559297442?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/5599043262559297442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=5599043262559297442' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/5599043262559297442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/5599043262559297442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/09/nothing-really-note-worthy.html' title='Nothing really note worthy'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-1721681165672127183</id><published>2008-08-31T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T19:36:13.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No TAKERS and Great weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SLtU-__ov1I/AAAAAAAAAH4/a3FL38gTMUQ/s1600-h/jb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SLtU-__ov1I/AAAAAAAAAH4/a3FL38gTMUQ/s400/jb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240876032682671954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alright, I see no takers for the Bassist, So let me tell you... James Jamerson.  Jamerson was the Bassist for Motown, he pretty much played on every record for every Motown artist in the starting phases.  Now on to something else, Today (actually the 28th) marked my fathers 65th birthday.  We had a small family gathering, all my brothers and sister came into town and we gave my dad the best party we could.  The biggest surprise for me was a great friend from long ago, that I haven't seen in a long time, came by to join in.  It was truly great on all accounts.  and not to mention DB and I had fun cutting up all weekend... that's where the picture came from... Great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-1721681165672127183?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/1721681165672127183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=1721681165672127183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/1721681165672127183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/1721681165672127183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-takers-and-great-weekend.html' title='No TAKERS and Great weekend...'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SLtU-__ov1I/AAAAAAAAAH4/a3FL38gTMUQ/s72-c/jb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-2287438648271911203</id><published>2008-08-29T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T06:04:12.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah... you got that one, so here's another...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SLfzrXreqFI/AAAAAAAAAHw/HaYUBQQ9JDI/s1600-h/JJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239924617885165650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SLfzrXreqFI/AAAAAAAAAHw/HaYUBQQ9JDI/s400/JJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Alright... you got that last one... Carter Beauford from Dave Matthews Band... Now here's another one... This man, Single-handedly, Changed the way Bass Guitar is played... his impeccable timing, and style has influenced the style of every Bass Player, even if you don't know it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-2287438648271911203?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/2287438648271911203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=2287438648271911203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/2287438648271911203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/2287438648271911203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/08/yeah-you-got-that-one-so-heres-another.html' title='Yeah... you got that one, so here&apos;s another...'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SLfzrXreqFI/AAAAAAAAAHw/HaYUBQQ9JDI/s72-c/JJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-476848927025619468</id><published>2008-08-28T11:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T11:57:09.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you name this drummer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SLb0xFe30bI/AAAAAAAAAHo/V-bJ1zHb3yo/s1600-h/awesome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239644340614582706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SLb0xFe30bI/AAAAAAAAAHo/V-bJ1zHb3yo/s400/awesome.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quite possibly the most talented man on the kit ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-476848927025619468?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/476848927025619468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=476848927025619468' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/476848927025619468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/476848927025619468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/08/can-you-name-this-drummer.html' title='Can you name this drummer...'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SLb0xFe30bI/AAAAAAAAAHo/V-bJ1zHb3yo/s72-c/awesome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-8862851420747853706</id><published>2008-08-27T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T11:00:19.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And now the explaination for yesterday's post...</title><content type='html'>I was really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt;, only one person confronted me on it... (reality check) I guess not too many people read this thing!!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;, The statement when plainly read says, "God don't let me lean on your grace"  but that is just it, You have nothing else to lean on, but his grace... The meaning behind what I'm saying is "God don't let me excuse my actions with the the blanket statement (God forgives)"... you copy now?  The truth is we will never achieve a level where we don't need God's grace in our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lives&lt;/span&gt;, daily, however we shouldn't turn a blind eye to our blatant wrongdoings and then just saying, "God forgives"... although we are "in good hands"... this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ain't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Allstate&lt;/span&gt;.  God's grace isn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;license&lt;/span&gt; or "insurance" to do what we want and say, "Yeah... God forgives".  Something I think is all to present in most of our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lives&lt;/span&gt;.  Kevin hit the nail on the head last night in accountability, and this is the Jonathan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;interpretation&lt;/span&gt;, you can't understand the depth of god's grace, until you understand the depth of your sin.  Something that I think I should reflect on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-8862851420747853706?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/8862851420747853706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=8862851420747853706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/8862851420747853706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/8862851420747853706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-now-explaination-for-yesterdays.html' title='And now the explaination for yesterday&apos;s post...'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-2404324554773419020</id><published>2008-08-26T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T09:19:43.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>part of my prayer last night...</title><content type='html'>"God, Let your Grace be present in my life... but not a crutch I lean on"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-2404324554773419020?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/2404324554773419020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=2404324554773419020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/2404324554773419020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/2404324554773419020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/08/part-of-my-prayer-last-night.html' title='part of my prayer last night...'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-560404464380877524</id><published>2008-08-25T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T06:44:33.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend of "Rediculi"</title><content type='html'>All I can say is... Those who know... Know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-560404464380877524?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/560404464380877524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=560404464380877524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/560404464380877524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/560404464380877524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/08/weekend-of-rediculi.html' title='Weekend of &quot;Rediculi&quot;'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-6930549504015730717</id><published>2008-08-22T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T19:49:05.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An ode to my good friend Cory Carter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SK96nfpz2OI/AAAAAAAAAHg/QOvObO00qlg/s1600-h/the+cart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SK96nfpz2OI/AAAAAAAAAHg/QOvObO00qlg/s400/the+cart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237539710585526498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you know that I served in the US Army...  During my tenure of service, I met thousands of people... Literally.  Not one person from that 6+ years of my life stands out quite like Cory.  You may have read Jason's Blog about "Gunny G", I am here to say, Cory is all that and more.  When I first was assigned to the White House Communications Agency as a newly promoted Specialist, most people's opinion of a 20 year old "kid" was less than desirable... The one person I found to be not only a mentor, but friend I would give my life for was Staff Sergeant Carter.  As I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;in processed&lt;/span&gt; at the personnel shop he was one of the first people I was introduced to, and the shocking part was, everyone else there was treating me like a somewhat second class citizen, save Cory.  I want to say someone was trying to give me the business, and he quickly came to my defense.  Over my 4 years there, it became quite evident that I was not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; favorite person, and I guess knowing my regs to quickly rebut &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;every ones&lt;/span&gt; corrections of me did not help matters... when it came time for me to get promoted, it wasn't the people that I worked with or even for who helped me, It was Cory.  Cory worked in a completely different section altogether, and could have very easily told me to get MY leadership to help me... But like a true Non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Commissioned&lt;/span&gt; Officer, he gladly took me under his wing, mentoring me in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;disciplines&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt; to be a successful NCO myself.  my time for shining never really came while I was on active duty, it came after that... in civilian life.  Most of my characteristics and trademark sayings were developed by or with Cory.  I say all that to say this... To my dear friend, a man I look up to, thank you from the bottom of my heart... a man who saw potential in a junior troop and chipped away the rough edges, until I became who I am professionally.  granted there was a lot on the behalf of my parents, but that is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt; of a parent, when someone who is not in that role assumes it, they become &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;immeasurable&lt;/span&gt; in their worth.  Cory Carter may never have a fanfare ticker-tape parade in his honor, but I can say the the difference he made in the life of Jonathan Burke will NEVER be forgotten... I hope to one day be that man to someone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-6930549504015730717?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/6930549504015730717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=6930549504015730717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/6930549504015730717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/6930549504015730717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/08/ode-to-my-good-friend-cory-carter.html' title='An ode to my good friend Cory Carter'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SK96nfpz2OI/AAAAAAAAAHg/QOvObO00qlg/s72-c/the+cart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-7585998838774006814</id><published>2008-08-22T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T06:40:00.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back and better than ever!!!</title><content type='html'>Alright... the BLOG-STRIKE is over!!! I waited two weeks, now I'm back in action... with tales of "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rediculi&lt;/span&gt;" that can only be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;expereinced&lt;/span&gt; in "The Life and Times of Jonathan P. Burke"... Wow, so much has happened since the the two week sign off I will just have to say, I guess you missed out on some goodies, but oh well, and truthfully, I don't know that you "Missed out". Most all things have been positive, maybe there is some negative things in that time span, but nothing comes to mind... Kevin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dowker&lt;/span&gt; (AKA: The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dowkem&lt;/span&gt; Powder) and I have been meeting for accountability and that has really brought me around in several areas of life... I am very grateful to have a friend such as him. plus the Mushroom/Squash thing that he cooks could possibly be the best thing I have eaten in my life. I set up a Face Book account and already, I'm loving it! I have re-connected with several friends from High School, people I haven't seen in 7+ years. It is so cool to me... being able to see them and for them to see me now... Again, Face Book could possibly be the best thing on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;. I'm starting school on September 29&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and I'm super excited... getting my degree in Entertainment Business from Full Sail University. Also, Damian turned me on to "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cha&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Cha&lt;/span&gt;" a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; service that you can ask any question to and you will get a response with your answer... it's like the magic 8-ball, but for 2008, and the answers are factual (someone does the research and responds) you never get, "Reply hazy, ask again later". My good friend Bobby is back from the mission field of Indonesia, I'm so glad that he is back. ON to something else, Jason Pelt and I are doing a Weigh down campaign to loose some weight, one of the contingencies for this is to actually post our weight on our blogs... so as much as I say I'm fat, I think it may be true, according to "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Cha&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Cha&lt;/span&gt;" the average 6 foot man should weigh between 160-175lbs... Bobby will be good for eternity. I am at 195lbs... granted that is a drop from my earlier 200lbs and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;zenith&lt;/span&gt; of obesity at a whopping 220lbs (and the funny about that is that was when I was on active duty, I get out and lose close to 30lbs... go figure). I got 20 lbs to go... let's see how well I manage. Sydney is still hilarious, the other night I made dinner for us and a promise to her that if she ate half of her dinner, I would give her some cookies. she did as she promised and so when I go to the pantry to get the cookies I asked her, "Sydney, do you want one cookie or two?" almost certain that she would opt for two she said something that even shocked me... she paused for a second and then replied, "Well... I was thinking maybe three..." I laughed so hard it made the walls shake! I love how my two year old computed the numerical value of three as being more. she is a flat out riot. I will be putting her in Tap Dancing classes for two reasons, 1) she wants to do it and 2) it will undoubtedly entertain the masses, especially me. I used to tap dance for a little while and I want to do all I can to encourage her "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Hammyness&lt;/span&gt;" my parents did that for me and I think that I'm a pretty out going person. I have home video after home video of me doing all kinds of "performances". every thing from tap dancing in my bathing suit, to singing "Why'd you come in here looking like that?" by Dolly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Parton&lt;/span&gt;... I don't care what you think... that song was the JAM in 1989.  That doesn't include all the random Karate (but let's be real, thery were Ninja moves, ask Josh about "wild-cat") on video tape... I can look back and laugh now, but then, I was doing for real, I was meaning it too.  Then there's me rapping (every white boy goes through that phase, plus late 80's was a hot bed for the rap scene) ahhh... random reflections.  the reason I can say that my mom and dad encouraged this is simply due to the fact that they recorded it... not like we were somewhere and they happened to catch it in a glimpse. no, it was straight recorded in the basement or kitchen depending on what my mom had going on.  there is even a spot on the video where I fire my mom up because she "Didn't introduce me"... you can validate all of these things through Josh, Bobby, Damian or even ask my mom herself at church... she'll let you know... while I assume I will remain the grand poo-bah of hams in the Burke family, I see a rising potential in my heir... Sydney.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-7585998838774006814?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/7585998838774006814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=7585998838774006814' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/7585998838774006814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/7585998838774006814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-back-and-better-than-ever.html' title='I&apos;m back and better than ever!!!'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-4441780878314790519</id><published>2008-08-08T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:37:29.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no more blogging for a while...</title><content type='html'>I know, I post things randomly throughout the day, however some readers, think that's all I do.  Well that's kinda true, but I do other stuff too.  so here are two things I will do to "remedy" the situation.  1) I will not blog again for two weeks (sorry Jason), and 2) I will read everyone else's, but post no comments... that should give everyone the break from Jonathan Burkedom they need.  So with this being my last post til the end of the month, please let me say, SETH KEGLEY is quite possibly THEE single most TALENTED PERSON IT HAS EVER BEEN MY PLEASURE TO ENTERTAIN COMPANY WITH... HE ROCKS MY SOCKS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-4441780878314790519?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/4441780878314790519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=4441780878314790519' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/4441780878314790519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/4441780878314790519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-more-blogging-for-while.html' title='no more blogging for a while...'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-6274365921633452252</id><published>2008-08-08T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T08:30:29.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From an Army Vet, Thanks US Navy...</title><content type='html'>Long ago, the U.S. Navy had a slogan for selling their service... It's listed below and I think it describes me perfectly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's not a Job, It's an Adventure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-6274365921633452252?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/6274365921633452252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=6274365921633452252' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/6274365921633452252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/6274365921633452252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/08/from-army-vet-thanks-us-navy.html' title='From an Army Vet, Thanks US Navy...'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-4199641856273679538</id><published>2008-08-08T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T06:07:59.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Experiment</title><content type='html'>We all know that I'm a little "un-couth"... or at least I have been told that... So, you shouldn't be surprised to find out the other day, as I was leaving work (Pentagon), I put my sunglasses on and braced myself to the wall and proceeded to act as if I was blind.  I walked down the hallway, blankly staring ahead, I "Struggled" to read the Braile on the signs, and I observed two things... 1) no one really stopped to help me and 2) people would stare like they never saw a blind person before... terrible.  It makes me wonder how the blind man that Jesus healed must have felt and what an utter joy it was for him to recieve sight.  People realize what they don't have, but want... and people also don't realize what they have...  I said all that to say this, if you can afford to help someone, do it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-4199641856273679538?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/4199641856273679538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=4199641856273679538' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/4199641856273679538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/4199641856273679538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/08/social-experiment.html' title='Social Experiment'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-8061770504924317189</id><published>2008-08-08T05:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T06:00:21.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't believe how blessed I am...</title><content type='html'>I was talking to Damian until about 12:15 and just talking about how blessed I am... Sincerly, I have to say, It blows my mind.  I have a whole rack of friends, my parents still live together, I have a beautiful daughter, My brother and I are the best friends in the world, I have food in the fridge, Money in my pocket, a roof over my head... the list just goes on.  I thank God for this every day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-8061770504924317189?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/8061770504924317189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=8061770504924317189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/8061770504924317189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/8061770504924317189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/08/cant-believe-how-blessed-i-am.html' title='Can&apos;t believe how blessed I am...'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-657236324389687815</id><published>2008-08-07T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T11:27:37.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This song may make you cry...</title><content type='html'>Seriously, they don't make them like they used to... if you repeat this out loud, or even reflect on it... well for me... It brought tears to my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How deep the Father's love for us,&lt;br /&gt;How vast beyond all measure&lt;br /&gt;That He should give His only Son&lt;br /&gt;To make a wretch His treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How great the pain of searing loss,&lt;br /&gt;The Father turns His face away&lt;br /&gt;As wounds which mar the chosen One,&lt;br /&gt;Bring many sons to glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold the Man upon a cross,&lt;br /&gt;My sin upon His shoulders&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed I hear my mocing voice,&lt;br /&gt;Call out among the scoffers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my sin that held Him there&lt;br /&gt;Until it was accomplished&lt;br /&gt;His dying breath has brought me life&lt;br /&gt;I know that it is finished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not boast in anything&lt;br /&gt;No gifts, no power, no wisdom&lt;br /&gt;But I will boast inJesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;His death and resurrection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should I gain from His reward?&lt;br /&gt;I cannot give an answer&lt;br /&gt;But this I know with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;His wounds have paid my ransom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-657236324389687815?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/657236324389687815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=657236324389687815' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/657236324389687815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/657236324389687815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-song-may-make-you-cry.html' title='This song may make you cry...'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-1332306385640005702</id><published>2008-08-07T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T09:55:33.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just can't let it go...</title><content type='html'>I'm not gonna lie, I am absolutely having a love affair with the song, "Sing your praise to the lord"...  The best part is everyone I have talked to can't stand it!!!  This all started on Sunday afternoon... there was some kids camp and to go along with the slide show, they played that song.  That night, amongst friends at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Baskin&lt;/span&gt; Robins, I shared how much I liked that song... Brittany and Alyssa both looked at me with sheer disgust, but I just couldn't stop singing it... before long, they were singing it, and they were mad at me because i got it stuck in their head...  usually nothing stays in my head for more than 12 minutes and I'm off to rambling about something else &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;, but it is now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; and I'm still "Singing my praise to the Lord"... I want that song played at my funeral (long running joke with Damian, every song in the world is gonna be played at my funeral according to him!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-1332306385640005702?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/1332306385640005702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=1332306385640005702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/1332306385640005702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/1332306385640005702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-cant-let-it-go.html' title='Just can&apos;t let it go...'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-8882710630054414390</id><published>2008-08-06T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T11:50:14.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Horrid (continued)</title><content type='html'>So after relentless hours of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tedious&lt;/span&gt; work, I decided to "Study for the LSAT" in the bathroom... upon seeing that most of the "reading rooms" were occupied, I had to settle for the one next to my favorite... as I'm reviewing my study guide, I hear a loud and thunderous breath that can only be described as "Snoring"... Some one was dead asleep on the can!!! how does that happen?  Baffled at this I cut my study session short and just went back to my desk... that gives a whole new meaning to the rhyme "nap and a... well you get it"  another reason why the pentagon rates up there with the strangest places on the earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-8882710630054414390?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/8882710630054414390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=8882710630054414390' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/8882710630054414390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/8882710630054414390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/08/horrid-continued.html' title='Horrid (continued)'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-1527013795712615478</id><published>2008-08-06T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T08:31:01.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Horrid...</title><content type='html'>I have the distinct pleasure of being around people that entertain me... not that they even mean to... I am a people watcher... it is so funny to me, don't really know why. What makes that even funnier to the people who are watching me is my sheer shock that is borne on my face at some of them. Take the pentagon for instance... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;comb&lt;/span&gt;-over capital of the world... Dude, you are bald... accept it and move on, that is NOT CUTE!!! I have seriously seen, jeez it has to be up in the hundreds. My favorite thus far has been this older Afro-American dude I have seen a dozen times in the hallway, trying to have a Jerry curl, gold tooth, and a mustache/soul patch combo that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;reminiscent&lt;/span&gt; of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;woolly&lt;/span&gt; willy toy, and he had the nerve to have a shirt on that said "when god made me, he was just showing off", I thought they were gonna have to call 9-1-1 to pick me up as I hysterically laughed (Kind of like D.C. Washington) in the hall. Another thing that really grinds my gears is the amount of poor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hygiene&lt;/span&gt; some of these people practice... seriously, there is so much money that these people make... Take your tail to the barber shop and quit trying to save 8 dollars by cutting your hair with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;flowbee&lt;/span&gt;... take the shirt that looks like you slept in it the night before you came to work to the dry cleaners... IT'S 99 CENTS!!! I had the "honor" of sitting next to a guy today in a meeting and his breath smelled like summer sausage and hot nickels... and he says, "hold the meeting! gotta get some more coffee!" I was gonna tell him to get a car air freshener to hang off his front tooth while he was down to the seven-eleven...  seriously, I have changed diapers that didn't smell that bad.  one word &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;describes&lt;/span&gt; this... HORRID!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-1527013795712615478?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/1527013795712615478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=1527013795712615478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/1527013795712615478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/1527013795712615478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/08/horrid.html' title='Horrid...'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-1367063161280320092</id><published>2008-08-05T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T20:38:05.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just got audited... Spiritually...</title><content type='html'>There are several titles that would fit this blog... but that one "rocked my socks".  Yesterday, Kevin made a comment at Bible Study (AKA: B-Stud) about accountability.  I got the chance to be "audited" by the Kevin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dowker&lt;/span&gt; himself... one word that describes this... Ouch!!! (but in a good way)... I have held to the fact that true friendship is being able to flat call someone out on something, and have them thank you for it.  That's what happened tonight with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dowk&lt;/span&gt;... Let me please say... He finessed it a little bit... to make the pill easier to swallow, but after about an hour of that with little to no results he loaded the shotgun and blasted me in the wig... I gotta say, a few things about this method... The best way to get to me, by far.  I am really receptive to that method...  I don't get subtle hints.  Being called out, not on any particular "Sin" but just heading down a path of poor choices that ultimately lead to sin has been most helpful... I feel even more open to discussing "the real issues" with him... seeing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;genuineness&lt;/span&gt; that comes from him... and hearing him relate bad choices within his own life make you realize that we are just sinners saved by grace and that we all struggle... there is a song by Donnie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;McClurkin&lt;/span&gt; called "we fall down" and one of the lines is "for a saint is just a sinner who fell down... and then got back up".  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Satan's&lt;/span&gt; desire for us to live defeated... defeated in our sin, and short comings, however, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Christ&lt;/span&gt; offers grace that covers all... so if you fall down, then get back up, and if you need a hand, reach out to a fellow brother (or sister) in Christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-1367063161280320092?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/1367063161280320092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=1367063161280320092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/1367063161280320092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/1367063161280320092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-just-got-audited-spiritually.html' title='I just got audited... Spiritually...'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-6217486064507441306</id><published>2008-08-05T05:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T06:05:55.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O to Grace how great a debtor...</title><content type='html'>This is the opening line (On the third verse) to my favorite hymn, actually one of my favorite hymns... Be thou my vision is my favorite... anyway, last night after everyone left the scene, I had the chance to pray and reflect on not only my personal issues/struggles but having listened to others issues/struggles, God kept bringing this song back to my mind, and what began as somewhat solemn, down-trodden prayer morphed into to praise... praise to a God that has shown so much mercy and grace....  If you have not heard the song "Come thou fount" you have truly missed out... I found myself singing it in my head this morning and just can't get it out (some would say that's better than the Amy Grant song I couldn't shut up about) So, I encourage you to read the lyrics below and even make them your song to God as well... let the words saturate your heart and become real to you, as they have to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come, Thou Fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;&lt;br /&gt;Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise.&lt;br /&gt;Teach me some melodious sonnet, Sung by flaming tongues above.&lt;br /&gt;Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it, Mount of Thy redeeming love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I raise my Ebenezer; Here by Thy great help I’ve come;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope, by Thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wandering from the fold of God;&lt;br /&gt;He, to rescue me from danger, Interposed His precious blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O to grace how great a debtor Daily I’m constrained to be!&lt;br /&gt;Let Thy goodness, like a fetter, Bind my wandering heart to Thee.&lt;br /&gt;Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, Prone to leave the God I love;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s my heart, O take and seal it, Seal it for Thy courts above.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-6217486064507441306?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/6217486064507441306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=6217486064507441306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/6217486064507441306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/6217486064507441306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/08/o-to-grace-how-great-debtor.html' title='O to Grace how great a debtor...'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-6349997341422385720</id><published>2008-08-04T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T05:50:41.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great weekend to follow up with terrible thursday...</title><content type='html'>Well... as this weekend drew to a close, I have to say it was bittersweet.  The bitter parts: Bobby-O, Zach, and Stacy left for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Indonesia&lt;/span&gt;... it's only bitter in the fact that they will be out of my life for 10 days (Selfish).  Colby and Annie are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; out of town.  This morning I heard something on the radio that reminded me of Colby, I wish he had a phone so I could have called and left it as a message... (I heard total eclipse of the heart)... and I found out some disturbing info about my daughter's living situation... I may be making a mountain out of a mole hill on that one, it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; not the first choice of mine.  I have to rest in the fact that Christ is ultimately in control and he will protect her in all situations, and it reminds me that I don't have the control over my life, let alone Sydney's, therefore the charge is: "Trust him"... something I think is hard to do, not just for me, but for all of us.  The sweet parts: I did get to spend time with Bobby-O and Ben... Good quality time.  I also got to spend a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sizable&lt;/span&gt; amount of time with some "old friends" and get to reconnect with them, that was really uplifting.  Now let's talk about the best part of the weekend... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SBC&lt;/span&gt; 3-on3...  Kevin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Dowker&lt;/span&gt; put on a spectacular event that drew in the remaining funds needed for the Indonesia Missions Trip... Hat's off to Kevin "The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Dowkum&lt;/span&gt; Powder" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Dowker&lt;/span&gt;... Great event!  Finally, I got to see my Nephew who is serving our country in the Marine Corps (OOH-RAH) before he "goes down range" to Protect and Defend.  I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;soliciting&lt;/span&gt; your prayers not just for Matthew, but all military members... My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Gramps&lt;/span&gt; had a bumper sticker on his truck that simply stated, "If you love your Freedom, Thank a VET"... I know I read that sticker a thousand times and i will say that it played a part in my call to service, I was glad to be a part of the best Army in the world...  in closing, this weekend has been great, I look forward to what lies ahead...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-6349997341422385720?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/6349997341422385720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=6349997341422385720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/6349997341422385720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/6349997341422385720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/08/great-weekend-to-follow-up-with.html' title='Great weekend to follow up with terrible thursday...'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-8922765330438261341</id><published>2008-08-02T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T09:58:40.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time for saying good bye...</title><content type='html'>First off, that title is a reference to a song from the greatest movie of all times... the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Muppets&lt;/span&gt; take Manhattan... now let me tell you the story... I fear that it is time for me to part with one of my favorite possessions... I have had since 1986.  Not only is it a "possession" but it has been a comfort that I have had a 22 year attachment to... I'm talking about my pillow...yeah the one I sleep with.  It this was given to me by my Nana when I was 4 and I have slept with it everyday since... that's roughly 8,030 nights of bliss... however, I think it's time to lay it to rest (no pun intended)... this pillow has been everywhere I have... Be that staying the night at a friends house for the first time as a kid, my honeymoon, basic training (I had to hide it behind the three drawers in my wall locker), I had it in the field in the army, and when i traveled at my last assignment, it was a first item packed.  this pillow has served me well for 22 years, I have an attachment to it as it reminds me of my childhood.  To give you a little insight, this thing is ragged.... it probably has 1/4 of the feathers left in it, it has been ripped several times, to which I gladly stitched the wounds, it has more scars than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Frankenstein&lt;/span&gt;.  It got so bad that i had to "double bag" it with two pillow cases, then a third for good measure... this morning when i adjusted my pillow, she gave way to the 22 years of abuse and tore completely in two... I contemplated collecting the feathers back up and attempting to "put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;humpty&lt;/span&gt; back together again" but it's like the dog dying with cancer, just put the thing down... you are just delaying the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;inevitable&lt;/span&gt;... so here's to you my trusty friend, there will be no replacement for you, you are to me as the meteor was to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Joe&lt;/span&gt; dirt... you will be missed... (for all you readers, I am dead serious)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-8922765330438261341?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/8922765330438261341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=8922765330438261341' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/8922765330438261341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/8922765330438261341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-time-for-saying-good-bye.html' title='It&apos;s time for saying good bye...'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-354850472753513211</id><published>2008-07-31T20:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T21:11:18.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough Day...</title><content type='html'>Today had to be up there with rough days I've had... as you know, I am not a fan of the doctor's thus avoid it altogether...  today I was at work (The Pentagon) and having a discussion with my boss... and all of a sudden my vision went blank, my chest felt like it was caving in and my limbs started going numb... my boss "quickly" sprang into a panic running around saying "JONATHAN'S HAVING A HEART ATTACK!!! JONATHAN'S HAVING A HEART ATTACK!!!"  I was rushed to the pentagon triage center and about 5 people ran in there with me... my shirt was being ripped off, they were attaching EKG pads to me and administering oxygen... I was a little scared, as I had just told Bobby my fear of going to the doctor's.... long story short, they found out I have a case of severe bronchitis and an upper respiratory infection... they made me go home and I had to meet with my personal provider...  I met "Dr. V" and gave them the lowdown... I called Bobby, to see if he would go with me... but he couldn't go... so I was stuck to face it alone, actually, Brittany kept me company via text... thanks for that.  they did a full work up on me.  it started with sticking my finger, not a fan.  then chest x-ray, I could handle that one... then the biggest turn-off a blood test... almost passed out, not to mention she had to do it twice... you know I fired her up (that was for you Jenna).  my blood work won't be back for a week, however she used the finger stick to see if i was diabetic or not and I am on the line... on the not diabetic side... but i was warned that i a teetering... I have to go back next week so if anyone wants to witness &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt; in the scared outta his mind mode, volunteer to be my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chaperon&lt;/span&gt;...  I picked up the baby and headed down to King George to visit with my folks and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Garmans&lt;/span&gt;, as they are leaving for Iceland soon... a bittersweet event for me... I won't get into the rest of what made my day bad, but i will say this... please pray for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sydney&lt;/span&gt; and her new living situation...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-354850472753513211?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/354850472753513211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=354850472753513211' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/354850472753513211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/354850472753513211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/07/rough-day.html' title='Rough Day...'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-5259871819732459240</id><published>2008-07-31T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T05:16:38.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Retort to Jadey's comment</title><content type='html'>first of all, there is no such thing as "Bad 80's music reference"... that isn't even a possibility... Although relatively young in the 80's, I have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;phenomenal&lt;/span&gt; memory... this morning I woke up singing the Rick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Astley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; classic "never gonna give you up"... Yesterday, it was Huey Lewis and the News' "Hip to be square"...  but my all time, number one 80's song, that i will have played at my next wedding, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nothing's&lt;/span&gt; gonna stop us now" by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Starship&lt;/span&gt;... What a classic and it was good in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mannequin&lt;/span&gt;... I go through phases where I will get hung up on a decade and be in love with it... all through high school it was the 70's... Bell bottom pants, super tight t-shirts (Before I started looking like a man) platform shoes, leisure suits, bush hair-do... it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; to say the least, but everyone knew me for it... granted I never lived in the 70's so all I had to go off of was what i had seen in movies (like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Car Wash&lt;/span&gt;, the inspiration for most of my get-ups). I was around in the 80's and do remember a lot of stuff from it... like the see through phones so you could see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;circuit&lt;/span&gt; boards and stuff (you can't find those anywhere, I have looked), the speak &amp;amp; spell, joy of painting with Bob Ross, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tag, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nintendo&lt;/span&gt; (when it was just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nintendo&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) ninja turtles, and a plethora of other stuff... I'll have to let &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;jadey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tell you the story of me dancing to Paula &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Abdul's&lt;/span&gt; "opposites attract" in the office when my boss shows up... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;.... here's to the 80's, when all the good bands were named after a continent (Asia, Europe), and neon colors weren't just for the highway clean up guys!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-5259871819732459240?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/5259871819732459240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=5259871819732459240' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/5259871819732459240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/5259871819732459240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-retort-to-jadeys-comment.html' title='In Retort to Jadey&apos;s comment'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-5111383341363488834</id><published>2008-07-30T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T07:51:02.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Supper Club... and Chicken Point</title><content type='html'>Last night I had the distinct honor of participating in Super Supper Club... known as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SSC&lt;/span&gt;.  This event is hosted by Stafford's very own, Jason Pelt.  I got to have the honor of being in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;presence&lt;/span&gt; of such fine gentlemen Joshua Lopez and Damian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Barnette&lt;/span&gt;.  I was also allowed the honor of feeding baby Jillian, I really miss that with my daughter.  upon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;completion&lt;/span&gt; of the meal, we ventured out, roughly a half mile to what we only were told was "Chicken Point"... Jackson was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;insistent&lt;/span&gt; that we were heading to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Aquia&lt;/span&gt; Landing, however, our tour guide quickly ruled that out... Just off the road, there is a civil war marker where the confederacy had set up artillery and they would rain down fire and brimstone on the union navy.  really neat history lesson, and it would be a cool date, in the fall... honestly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-5111383341363488834?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/5111383341363488834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=5111383341363488834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/5111383341363488834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/5111383341363488834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/07/super-supper-club-and-chicken-point.html' title='Super Supper Club... and Chicken Point'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-8879920716827391831</id><published>2008-07-28T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T04:59:42.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Instinct told me...</title><content type='html'>So I got my instinct last night... I gotta say, I'm excited.  this morning on the ride to work I watched a few MTV videos, the Colbert Report, and listened to some music.  The thing I can't stand is the whole "Instinct is better than iPhone" or "iPhone is better than Instinct"... bottom line... Both phones are great, it depends on what you want.  iPhone has a much better browser, possibly easier to use, and what else it has i don't really know... I haven't researched it all the way...  Instinct has a couple of things iPhone does not: Speech to action: In short I can bring up this function and say a name of a place and it will give me the phone number, address and GPS turn-by-turn directions.  The web browser is OK, it serves its purpose... I usually surf the internet on my computer, not my 3" screen on my phone.  As with all great things, there are give and take... I would rather have the fuctionality of the Instinct simply because it fits my needs... I have text, calling, video, pictures, web, GPS, calendar, and a plethora of other features... my favorite so far is the "Movies" button... with this you can touch "playing near you" and it will bring up a list of all the movies playing around you... select the movie and it will tell you what theatre it is playing at, give you the phone number and turn-by-turn directions through GPS, the times that it is playing, movie synopsis, it will even allow you to purchase tickets right over the phone by pushing two buttons... that's impressive...  all in all, I have sold many people on the phone, Damian, and my MOM to name a few.  the other thing I like about it is the plan.  the plan is $99 a month and that is unlimited everything, text, calling, data, GPS.  Check the phone out... it sells itself... It is not an iPhone competitor, they are two different phones all together.  here is the website:  &lt;a href="http://www.nowisgood.com/"&gt;www.nowisgood.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-8879920716827391831?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/8879920716827391831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=8879920716827391831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/8879920716827391831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/8879920716827391831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-instinct-told-me.html' title='My Instinct told me...'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-145662001477152417</id><published>2008-07-25T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T10:59:35.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not all fists of rage...</title><content type='html'>I am all about firing up some one for bad service, but I love to share accolades for good service as well... As an employee, I know that positive feed back usually paints your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;performance&lt;/span&gt; in a great light that usually helps said employee gain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;notoriety or "Street cred" for all my Woodbridge readers... If you are ever really happy with your service, please take time to find out who the manager/boss is so you can report that to them... why not?  if you had a complaint, you would.... here is the e-mail I sent the young ladys boss that helped me yesterday at sprint...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;"Mr. XXX,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that I had the pleasure of dealing with the best Customer Care Representative that I have ever dealt with since having service with Sprint.  Her name was XXX, and please let me tell you, there has never been a time where I have ever felt so much care and concern with a Customer Care person as I did with her.  Not only was she helpful with resolving my issues, but she was extremely knowledgeable in her job as well... I was truly a joy to deal with such a professional and her attitude and demeanor is a contributing factor as to why I have decided to continue service with Sprint.  Please send her my warmest regards as an appreciative and extremely satisfied customer...  If possible, I would like to work with her in the future, I'm not sure if you support "direct lines" but if so may I please have hers, with her kind of attitude, I would gladly wait on hold...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-145662001477152417?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/145662001477152417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=145662001477152417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/145662001477152417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/145662001477152417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-not-all-fists-of-rage.html' title='I&apos;m not all fists of rage...'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-6628508625862432794</id><published>2008-07-25T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T07:05:43.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming soon to a Jonathan Burke near you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SInbHb5mt_I/AAAAAAAAAHI/oX7X-eM8N6Q/s1600-h/sprint.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226949763335108594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SInbHb5mt_I/AAAAAAAAAHI/oX7X-eM8N6Q/s400/sprint.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have had sprint service for several years now... I have recently purchased the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HTC&lt;/span&gt; Touch, which is an OK phone, I have had trouble with getting text and voice messages... when I called Sprint to tell them that I was interested in cancelling my service, they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; sent me to "Customer Retention".  I have dealt with "those people" before, and they are always trying to retain you, at a cost to you... They offer you a phone "upgrade" and with that comes the upgrade fee, ETC.  well this time I won sprint over with my expert "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lawyering"&lt;/span&gt;.  after explaining everything to them, they saw it my way, so now, they have decided to take care of the customer.  This should be in the mail and on it's way... I am turning into Jason Pelt a little more each day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-6628508625862432794?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/6628508625862432794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=6628508625862432794' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/6628508625862432794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/6628508625862432794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/07/coming-soon-to-jonathan-burke-near-you.html' title='Coming soon to a Jonathan Burke near you...'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SInbHb5mt_I/AAAAAAAAAHI/oX7X-eM8N6Q/s72-c/sprint.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-7162677021148166812</id><published>2008-07-23T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T07:29:22.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GI Bill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pelt Law'/><title type='text'>Serving in the Army has it's benefits...</title><content type='html'>I have done it... I have sent my application to VA to get paid by the GI Bill.  With all my friends going away to college, I figured I would go ahead a buckle down that chapter of my life as well.  The beauty of paying for the GI Bill is this... when I first joined the Army, we were asked if we wanted to pay for the GI Bill, $100 a month for 12 months... Some turned it down, but if you think of it, I was 18, single and owed no one, plus being in Basic Combat Training (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BCT&lt;/span&gt;) and Advanced Individual Training (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;AIT&lt;/span&gt;) for the majority of that year, it's not like you are gonna be out needing to spend money.  best investment of my life... now they are gonna pay me $1321 a month for up to 36 months ($1321 a month + 36 months =  $47,556) pretty good return on an investment... So I'm going to &lt;a href="http://www.fullsail.com/"&gt;Full Sail University&lt;/a&gt; and majoring in Entertainment Business.  The tentative plan is to accomplish this degree and apply for law school.  I have been told by a friend (can't really recall the name) that if I am to become a Virginia BAR certified attorney, that I will be allowed to practice law with him... lofty goals I know... but listen to &lt;a href="http://peltlaw.blogspot.com/2008/07/peltcasting-episode-number-2.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Peltcast&lt;/span&gt; #2&lt;/a&gt; for inspiration.  You may ask what does Entertainment Business and Law have to do with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;... three words... Contracts, Trademark and Copyrights... I don't plan on practicing entertainment law, but could if I wanted, I will more than likely want to practice family law.  we shall see... let me get the degree first...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-7162677021148166812?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/7162677021148166812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=7162677021148166812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/7162677021148166812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/7162677021148166812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/07/serving-in-army-has-its-benefits.html' title='Serving in the Army has it&apos;s benefits...'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-4247105654822592365</id><published>2008-07-22T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T08:15:00.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy the time you have with your friends...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a great... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; I have been running like a mad man, I am trying to make time to enjoy the company of fine people.  Yesterday, before Bible Study, I had the privilege of having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Keilan&lt;/span&gt; over for dinner, we had great steak, salad and we &lt;a href="http://www.nakedjuice.com/#OurJuices/Background/MainMenu/Families/Antioxidant/bottle3"&gt;drank naked&lt;/a&gt;... It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; get better than that... I know that I will undoubtedly be sad with his departure this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;September&lt;/span&gt;, but He's only going to Richmond, not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Guantanamo&lt;/span&gt; Bay or anything.  I am trying to have meaningful relationships with those I call friends and in doing so, I want to start inviting people over for dinner before bible study so we can enjoy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;each other's&lt;/span&gt; company, so far I have done, Bobby-O, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Keilan&lt;/span&gt;, Kevin B, and there are a ton others I have yet to invite.  I like cooking for my friends and truly enjoy their company, I can't invite everyone at once, so I will get to you as soon as I can... with that I make this public invite... Ben Cartwright, what are you doing next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; night?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-4247105654822592365?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/4247105654822592365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=4247105654822592365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/4247105654822592365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/4247105654822592365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/07/enjoy-time-you-have-with-your-friends.html' title='Enjoy the time you have with your friends...'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-748584656156620155</id><published>2008-07-21T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T12:08:22.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bobby and I... Here's what my house is like</title><content type='html'>So bobby-o and I worked on some music together and this is the unprofessional recording as noted... but it's fun to work with someone who's fun to be around...  &lt;a href="http://bobby0.wordpress.com/audio-rants/#comment-85"&gt;http://bobby0.wordpress.com/audio-rants/#comment-85&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-748584656156620155?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/748584656156620155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=748584656156620155' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/748584656156620155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/748584656156620155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/07/bobby-and-i-heres-what-my-house-is-like.html' title='Bobby and I... Here&apos;s what my house is like'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-121375048905782248</id><published>2008-07-18T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T19:18:08.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Advanced Learning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SIFO1F1RsEI/AAAAAAAAAHA/kbwH5Kzk0II/s1600-h/IMAGE_273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SIFO1F1RsEI/AAAAAAAAAHA/kbwH5Kzk0II/s400/IMAGE_273.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224543716732153922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I was two... in 1985, there was no such thing as a laptop... but I know all the oldies in the crowd remember &lt;a href="http://www.speaknspell.co.uk/speaknspell.html"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;.  If you had one of those, that was about as close to a laptop as you could get... It is just astonishing how much more kids know now than we did growing up... Noah is 6 and he has his own blog for crying out loud... this is just madness.... technology is taking over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-121375048905782248?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/121375048905782248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=121375048905782248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/121375048905782248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/121375048905782248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/07/advanced-learning.html' title='Advanced Learning'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SIFO1F1RsEI/AAAAAAAAAHA/kbwH5Kzk0II/s72-c/IMAGE_273.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-6155891132995991211</id><published>2008-07-18T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T07:28:38.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mandating the Man-Date...</title><content type='html'>Usually Mandates are something I avoid... I like to have my freedom... but I'm not talking about those kind of mandates... A Man-date is when a group of guy friends get together and hang out, outside of the confines of one's house, thus making it a "Man-Date"... Last night and early on into this morning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Keilan&lt;/span&gt;, Todd and I participated in such an event...  We saw the New Batman movie, The Dark Night... overall, it was just what you want a Batman movie to be, dark and cold... where the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;villains&lt;/span&gt; really give the impression that they are psychotic, it was not the mid-90's blunder with neon lights... this movie was set apart from all the others... the Joker... BY FAR THE BEST BATMAN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;VILLAIN&lt;/span&gt; OF ALL TIMES!!! I highly encourage you to take this one in... if your spouse or kids won't go... Man-Date it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-6155891132995991211?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/6155891132995991211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=6155891132995991211' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/6155891132995991211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/6155891132995991211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/07/mandating-man-date.html' title='Mandating the Man-Date...'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-8352365664049677021</id><published>2008-07-17T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T11:45:02.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Madame Mix-A-Lot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SH-TCX8Yr0I/AAAAAAAAAG4/EyT6Ip46_fc/s1600-h/IMAGE_271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224055761769377602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SH-TCX8Yr0I/AAAAAAAAAG4/EyT6Ip46_fc/s400/IMAGE_271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sydney trying her hand at the sound board...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-8352365664049677021?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/8352365664049677021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=8352365664049677021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/8352365664049677021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/8352365664049677021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/07/madame-mix-lot.html' title='Madame Mix-A-Lot'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SH-TCX8Yr0I/AAAAAAAAAG4/EyT6Ip46_fc/s72-c/IMAGE_271.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-580121362261543688</id><published>2008-07-17T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T10:26:09.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Commenting on blogs...</title><content type='html'>I am undertaking a challenge... to comment on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; blog at least twice a week... I know how discouraging it can be to type something that really means something to you... only to get no reply.  I will say, just because no one comments, that doesn't mean no one reads.  I had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; of being the first person to leave a comment on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Keilan's&lt;/span&gt; blog... &lt;a href="http://www.keilan.wordpress.com/"&gt;The Keilan Report &lt;/a&gt;Regardless of what Kevin says... (Check the time stamp).... a new blogger added to the fold... will the madness stop?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-580121362261543688?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/580121362261543688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=580121362261543688' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/580121362261543688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/580121362261543688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/07/commenting-on-blogs.html' title='Commenting on blogs...'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-8421039974037114389</id><published>2008-07-17T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T04:54:14.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What to write about...</title><content type='html'>The past few days have kinda been a blur... I have been getting up, going to work and coming home with the thought of cleaning up, doing laundry, picking up my dry cleaning for the past 4 days (You should see the terrible outfit I had to wear today due to not getting my clothes out of hock at the dry cleaners), or just resting and relaxing...  those hopes and dreams are shattered daily by my desire to spend time with my friends... I know my time with them is limited, Bobby is going to college, Keilan is going to Richmond... soon enough these friends I love will be out in the world doing their own thing and I will have but the memories of good times had with them.  I have grown in so many aspects by their influence and wish them the best...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-8421039974037114389?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/8421039974037114389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=8421039974037114389' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/8421039974037114389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/8421039974037114389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-to-write-about.html' title='What to write about...'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-1463676040515505488</id><published>2008-07-15T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T09:10:24.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feat of strength...</title><content type='html'>Some of you may know this and some not... This is one of those random recolections from my life... My Brother, Joshua S. Burke, can tear a telephone book in half... I mean like a yellow pages book, not the church directory... amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-1463676040515505488?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/1463676040515505488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=1463676040515505488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/1463676040515505488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/1463676040515505488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/07/feat-of-strength.html' title='Feat of strength...'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-830779379384001604</id><published>2008-07-14T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T12:32:44.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's get with the times (a typical old school rant)</title><content type='html'>there is truth behind fashion trending... it is an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ever changing&lt;/span&gt; beast.  I work in corporate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;America&lt;/span&gt; where a stylish cat just can't get a break... The women love it, people your age applaud your bravery and the old men look down on you in disgust... Typical.  While for women fashion is an up and down roller coaster bi-seasonally, for men there is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;usually&lt;/span&gt; a ramp up, and then something stays fashionable for a good 4-5 years.  given the life of suits is usually about 6-8 years, you can be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;reasonably&lt;/span&gt; in fashion and be a "Classic Gent."  A few rules to follow and you'll be the best dressed cat where ever you go... I have devoted a few years of my free time to learning some of this and I'd like to share it with you now:  1) there are several colors of suits, don't restrict yours to black and navy blue.  fight the urge to find "Year round suits".  if you have three for each season, you'll be able to rotate your style and not wear the suit out as fast. 2) GET A TAILOR!!! why is everyone obsessed with buying something off the rack?  Your body I can assure you is not the same as the factory settings.  get a suit that fits you right and you'll love the way you look and feel. 3) brown shoes go with everything (but a black suit)...  honestly, in the summertime when it is 100+ outside, do you want to be standing in the slug lot with shoes as black as the asphalt your standing on? 4) socks should match your suit, not your shoes. 5) if you live in the south, and yes Virginia is considered the south, don't wear socks in the summer time... you may contend that sounds silly, it's not. 6) DO NOT BUTTON THE BOTTOM BUTTON ON YOUR JACKET!!! unless you are in the military, that is a terrible rookie mistake.  7) if you insist on having more than a two-button jacket, get no more than three. 8) since i'm on jackets here are two things that are imperative : a) make sure the jacket has a vent in the back and b) wear a clean white pocket square, square being the term. 9) have your shirts altered to fit you, you don't want to look like your wearing a trash bag with a collar. and 10) Learn new ways to tie a neck-tie and make sure they are on the slim side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closing I will say this... you don't need to spend thousands of dollars to look good, as a matter of fact, GQ (gentlemen's quarterly) has tons of great ideas and thoughts.  I have a ton of sources for people looking for everything from shoes to hats to bow ties to a tailor... please shout if you need some help in the style department.  I've attached a link so you can see... I actually own the suit from target that is listed here... Target is probably one of the best stores on the face of the earth...  &lt;a href="http://men.style.com/gq/features/landing?id=content_6771"&gt;http://men.style.com/gq/features/landing?id=content_6771&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-830779379384001604?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/830779379384001604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=830779379384001604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/830779379384001604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/830779379384001604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/07/lets-get-with-times-typical-old-school.html' title='Let&apos;s get with the times (a typical old school rant)'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-5488437974683267953</id><published>2008-07-14T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T06:16:35.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An ode to PCG!!! (and family of course)</title><content type='html'>I have been going to church for 25 years... I have seen and heard a lot of things across the spectrum... everything from lying to God's name Being praised... and all that are in between. some practical applications that I have learned in church have been: Everything comes by way of a vote. some of these votes are great and some... not so much. for example, at some point (had to be the 80's) there was not only a proposal, but an actual passed vote to install Starlight Blue carpet in the sanctuary... that falls in the category of "not so much". but I'm drawn back to a vote that I remember being a senior in high school, sitting in the gym after a discipleship now youth function and the proposal... add a one Colby J. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Garman&lt;/span&gt; as our youth pastor. I distinctly remember how fast the unanimous, and by that I mean 100%, vote came back to do just that. One of Stafford Baptist's finer moments in life. The addition of this dynamic young man I would dare say has effected the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lives&lt;/span&gt; of so many people, probably in the thousands, in such a way that you leave his presence feeling encouraged and refreshed. Not only have I had the privilege to call Colby my pastor over the past years, but I have had the distinct honor of calling him "friend". Colby has helped me through a lot in this past year, my divorce, my attitude, and things unseen by but a few eyes. He has never backed down in his stance on the gospel and his fingerprints are all over the lives of several effective young people of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Stafford&lt;/span&gt; baptist church. Colby has been a mentor and role model second to none in the time I've known him. I would like to take this time to publicly announce that Colby J. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Garman&lt;/span&gt; and his lovely wife, Annie are two of the greatest people that anyone could know. My love and prayers go out to you as you impact Iceland the way you have impacted Stafford Baptist Church, and me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-5488437974683267953?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/5488437974683267953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=5488437974683267953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/5488437974683267953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/5488437974683267953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/07/ode-to-pcg-and-family-of-course.html' title='An ode to PCG!!! (and family of course)'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-2257416734916150780</id><published>2008-07-14T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T05:36:08.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we making light of God's goodness?</title><content type='html'>***WARNING!!! THIS BLOG REQUIRES POSTING!***  For the past few days, I have really been struggling with what seems to be plaguing everyone... Discontent.  I am specifically speaking about my job... I must say, not in any bragging form, that I am probably one of the best paid people for what I do and probably make more than most people with a Degree my age... Yet I find myself in a constant place of discontentment.  Always complaining about where I work, who I work with, etc.  The more I think of it, I hear people complaining all the time about where they work, their house, fill in the blank... we complain about everything, or at least I do.  The fact of the matter is that God has blessed me with so much and I constantly take it for granted, furthermore, I think I do his goodness an "injustice" by being discontent.  you can post to this blog in as little as one word... Yes or no.  You can also post as much as you want, but this is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bottom line&lt;/span&gt; question, do we do God's greatness an injustice by having an attitude of discontentment?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-2257416734916150780?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/2257416734916150780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=2257416734916150780' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/2257416734916150780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/2257416734916150780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/07/are-we-making-light-of-gods-goodness.html' title='Are we making light of God&apos;s goodness?'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-4386196629418318028</id><published>2008-07-11T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T18:02:42.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I could have sworn this was yesterday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SHgCkAST4WI/AAAAAAAAAGs/yTwB6kCRXTw/s1600-h/DSC_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SHgCkAST4WI/AAAAAAAAAGs/yTwB6kCRXTw/s400/DSC_0037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221926585511436642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a tribute to the old days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-4386196629418318028?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/4386196629418318028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=4386196629418318028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/4386196629418318028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/4386196629418318028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-could-have-sworn-this-was-yesterday.html' title='I could have sworn this was yesterday...'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SHgCkAST4WI/AAAAAAAAAGs/yTwB6kCRXTw/s72-c/DSC_0037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-1567862745866301987</id><published>2008-07-11T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T15:57:18.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The efficiency of the Internet</title><content type='html'>I'm a big fan of nostalgic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stuff&lt;/span&gt;... I still shave with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mug soap&lt;/span&gt;, brush and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Safety&lt;/span&gt; razor", I like wearing a suit, and hats with those suits, I really like listening to old radio programs (like Six Shooter, Superman, and The Whistler).  I guess in my mind it's like 1948...  The thing that astounds me most is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;... It has morphed our culture so much that there are now things you actually can't do without it.  When the Internet first came about only a select few technical gurus could operate it.  Then the World Wide Web (WWW) hit the street and made it a little more user friendly...  you could do some basic research and read certain postings.  now there isn't too much you can't do without it.  Your reading this blog, Because of the Internet... I paid my bills today, on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;... I signed up for school so I can get my Bachelors Degree, You guessed it, on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;... I even ORDERED A PIZZA for dinner tonight, I didn't call it in, I ordered it... ON THE INTERNET.  Yes the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; is truly a great tool, but it comes with a price, besides your monthly bill.  You are constantly "Connected" to everything and everyone at all times.  they even have little green bubbles by your name to let people know you are online.  a healthy balance of this to can give a dynamic to your relationships, business, and life, but don't let it's joys consume you, before you become a basement dwelling stunt double for Michael Moore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-1567862745866301987?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/1567862745866301987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=1567862745866301987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/1567862745866301987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/1567862745866301987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/07/efficiency-of-internet.html' title='The efficiency of the Internet'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-9165199820404456939</id><published>2008-07-10T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T18:22:39.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Support Barack Obama's notion... It IS time for change...</title><content type='html'>First off, I am not supporting any political campaign.  But Senator Obama has been becoming quite popular with his one word catch phrase... "Change".  In a real-life application, we don't like to change.  You may be swinging on the hinges of "we need to change our economy, military posture and so on..."  that is not the change I'm speaking of... I'm talking about a change of heart.  I will not throw fiery darts at anyone but myself.  I have not been the spitting image of a Christan, but I will say, I'm fairly comfortable in my assumption that you haven't either.  For the play of the problem, follow me on this.  Many people, me included are very quick to jump up and say how we as the church need to be loving our neighbors and those in our community, yet we sit beside, or across from people in church who's name we don't even know.  I am as guilty as charged as they come.  Recently on my visit to Alethiea in Richmond, as I was setting up my drum set to assist in the worship part of the service, a young man entered the building.  His clothes were worn and stained, he had large dark circles under his eyes, his hair was sort of greasy... He was disheveled to say the least...  I instantly assume in my head and make the judgemental statement (to myself, not aloud) "what on earth is that druggie doing at church?"  I never gave it much thought beyond that... I played drums and got to sit and start hearing the sermon... although this was not the key verse, something that was said made me think of it...&lt;sup id="en-NLT-24015"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;woj style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;“Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father, inherit the Kingdom prepared for you from the creation of the world.&lt;/woj&gt; &lt;sup style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" id="en-NLT-24016"&gt;35&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;woj style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;For I was hungry, and you fed me. I was thirsty, and you gave me a drink. I was a stranger, and you invited me into your home.&lt;/woj&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" id="en-NLT-24017"&gt;36&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;woj style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I was naked, and you gave me clothing. I was sick, and you cared for me. I was in prison, and you visited me.’&lt;/woj&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;   &lt;sup id="en-NLT-24018"&gt;37&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;woj&gt;“Then these righteous ones will reply, ‘Lord, when did we ever see you hungry and feed you? Or thirsty and give you something to drink?&lt;/woj&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NLT-24019"&gt;38&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;woj&gt;Or a stranger and show you hospitality? Or naked and give you clothing?&lt;/woj&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NLT-24020"&gt;39&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;woj&gt;When did we ever see you sick or in prison and visit you?’&lt;/woj&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;   &lt;sup id="en-NLT-24021"&gt;40&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;woj&gt;“And the King will say, ‘I tell you the truth, when you did it to one of the least of these my brothers and sisters,&lt;sup&gt;[&lt;a href="http://bibleresources.bible.com/passagesearchresults.php?passage1=Matthew+25&amp;amp;version1=51#fen-NLT-24021f" title="Go to" f=""&gt;f&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt; you were doing it to me!&lt;/woj&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;woj&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;After having this recalled to my memory, I thought, "Wow, how judgemental, how offensive that attitude must have been to Christ?"  The fact of the matter is Jesus Christ bled and died for that young man, just as much as he did for me.  I am no more loved than him.  Now, the verse above doesn't directly relate to my attitude, however it puts in perspective that what we do to the least of our brothers and sisters, we are doing it to Christ... I held a view that someone was less worthy than I to be there, strictly based off of appearance.  My heart became rather convicted over it and I made an effort to seek out the young man I so harshly pre-judged and introduced myself, I even felt compelled to tell him that I was glad he was there.  I have been attending church for 25 years and I think this is a epidemic within churches today... Where is the love of Christ that is supposed to be reflected in us?  I can't tell you how many times I have passed by, or even avoided people, because they "didn't meet my standard".  who am I to hold such a self-worth that puts people below me?  It is something I can trace back from my days in Sunday school, all the way up to adulthood.  I'm certain that when I asked Jesus to be a part of my life, he did not ostracize me and say, "yeah Jonathan, you're cool and all, but you're just not the type of person I'd hang out with."  I have heard that lame-duck excuse, and used it so many times I don't even wish to think about it.  There are people I see sitting in church every Sunday, they are there looking for something, what are we showing them... Ashamedly, there are people there who's name I don't know... and haven't cared to know.  From my vantage point on stage every Sunday, I get to view the masses in a more holistic approach, I see my group of friends, my Mom and Nana, Sydney, Pastor Bill, Josh and Jadey... people I love and cherish... but I also see the large majority of that congregation, that I may know if I saw in the store, but know nothing more than where they are on Sunday morning at 0930.  What a tragedy this is...  So why is change the title of this blog?  Our hearts need to change, not by our own doing, but by sincere prayer that Christ will fill us with the desire to love each other and be the reflection of him to a world, nation, town, and community that needs him, just as much as we do.  There is a song written by Keilan Creech that also came to mind... It's called "Think something of it"  The last verse left me speachless... "there used to be a kid, who didn't have a friend, we thought nothing of it, til' his desk was empty"  you can navigate to Keilan's website and hear the song&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/keilanmusic"&gt;her&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/woj&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-9165199820404456939?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/9165199820404456939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=9165199820404456939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/9165199820404456939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/9165199820404456939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-support-barack-obamas-notion-it-is.html' title='I Support Barack Obama&apos;s notion... It IS time for change...'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-2910042737408229350</id><published>2008-07-09T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T19:55:50.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First night of being alone... in a while (the second of my serious posts)</title><content type='html'>So, on Wednesdays, I get to spend a little time with Sydney, not much, only about two and half hours.  I was so excited all day to get the little girl who I can see such a hope in, the only girl my heart beats for.  She had been out all day with her Mom who watches children and she was sleeping when I picked her up... she usually is.  but tonight was different, she slept for two hours and ten minutes leaving me only twenty minutes to spend with her.  Most of you know that Shauna and I have an awkward relationship nowadays, so it's hard to explain things without becoming emotionally upset.  I have been running at a hundred miles an hour ever since we separated, occupying my time with this or that, avoiding being alone (if you haven't guessed, I hate that).  But this time there was nothing I could do.  I wasn't about to wake her up so I could selfishly spend the time with her (although it crossed my mind).  When Shauna pulled up, my heart sank.  I knew I was gonna have to send Sydney home with her, and I would be left home, friendless, and void of the joy that being a father can only bring.  I called some people, but they all have their own lives, and keeping me company is not their job, although it has been appreciated.  After Shauna left, I was faced with the fact that I was gonna be here alone for the night and I couldn't stand it.  I got in the car and headed down to one of my favorite places in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fredericksburg&lt;/span&gt;, The Blarney Stone (quick plug, If you like Irish food, that's the JAM!) but the whole ride down there, saddened me.  Everywhere I looked, I saw droves of families and couples who were enjoying the city and each other.  I couldn't help but feel a little empty. Upon getting to The Stone (as all the Irish in the burg call it) I saw an older man there, who's name I won't mention, and my heart went out for him.  When I was frequenting The Stone, he was a regular patron.  You could set your watch by his arrival and departure.  I quickly pulled up a chair to sit down with this forgotten  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;acquaintance&lt;/span&gt; and tried to get re-aquainted with him.  This poor guy is really alone... he is in his late seventies and has no one to talk too.  His weathered face shone with delight that I not only remembered his name, but took an interest to sit and talk with him... Most of the talk was small, John McCain and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Barack&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt;, the city of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Fredericksburg&lt;/span&gt;, my Irish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;heritage&lt;/span&gt;, but as the end of the night drew near, he stood up and said something that made my heart bleed for him... "Well, I guess I'll go home, even if there is no one there, I'll bet you have lots of friends."   A hopeless expression drew across his wrinkled face, as he stood up and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;scratched&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;barren&lt;/span&gt; top of his head that used to be adorned with thick black hair, just like mine.  I pondered, "that poor old man, he is really lonely" and it made me think of how many people pass him by, day in and day out, with not so much as a passing glance.  He pulled out his worn through wallet, holding only a few wrinkled bills and an old driver's license and began to pay for his debt, I told him that it would be my honor to pay for him.  He argued that he wasn't sure when he'd see me again, and he didn't know how he would repay the favor...  I told him that it wasn't even enough to make an out of state phone call and as far as repayment, there was none.  For the first time since I met this gentleman, his listless eyes had a glimpse of hope.  He was overjoyed at the friendship offered and took it gladly.   I said all that to say this... So often in life we take for granted the things in which God has blessed us with.  some might conceed that they do in fact take the "little things" in life for granted, but I contend that we take the "big things" in life for granted as well.  Family, children, spouses, jobs, cars, houses, great friends, and the list goes on.  I saw a man today, who had none of those, hopeless and alone, and yet he was happy just for the time I offered him...  If you have read this, please take time to call your friend, brother, sister, cousin, aunt, uncle, mom, dad, children, or spouse and let them know, with as much sincerity as you can muster, that you love and appreciate them.  One kind act may not change the world, but it can be the world to someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-2910042737408229350?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/2910042737408229350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=2910042737408229350' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/2910042737408229350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/2910042737408229350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-night-of-being-alone-in-while.html' title='First night of being alone... in a while (the second of my serious posts)'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-276201057254918818</id><published>2008-07-09T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T08:46:21.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waylon Jennings said it best... (the first of my serious posts)</title><content type='html'>"I spent a life time looking for you..."  The opening verse of one of the best country songs of the 70's and I dare say, all time.  The song is "looking for love (in all the wrong places)".  The more I think of it, the more I realize, That's me.  Part of my efforts to "change" my blog is to stop hiding all my hang-ups and start sharing the true "Jonathan Burke".  Ever since Shauna and I broke up, my opinion on relationships has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wavering&lt;/span&gt; to say the least.  I find myself looking for shallow, selfish qualities in women, and when I do see someone that peaks my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;interest&lt;/span&gt;, it's only long enough for me to loose it.  **self-disclosure** I have been so focused on finding a "new mate" that I have laid aside everything that is important.  The thought of being alone frightens me, I can't stand it.  I've tried the bar scene (that leads to trouble) on-line dating (I have no idea where they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;drudge&lt;/span&gt; up those scullery maids... ill-advised to say the least) and my final, and bravest attempt is applying to be on "The Bachelor"... all of which none have worked (well, I haven't heard back from the bachelor, so we'll see).  But this has been weighing on my mind, quite heavily.  recently, I have been forced to face the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;inevitable&lt;/span&gt;, having a relationship might not be God's calling in my life right now... or ever again.  As much as I want to be a part of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;someones&lt;/span&gt; life and have them be a part of mine, I'm starting to think God would rather me be a part of his plan, and let him be the someone in my life, something that I have neglected to do for a long time.  It hit me like a ton of bricks last night, the views that I have been holding about certain people, how often I make excuses for my sin, or worse yet, completely blow it off, and the contempt and lack of compassion I hold for my ex-spouse.  I have been trying to find a "relationship", thinking that will make it all better, and putting God to the side... What a tragedy.  I am challenged by the John Piper book "Don't waste your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I read it.  I am going to need much prayer and guidance as I fully accept that God's plan might not be mine, so if you could, I'd appreciate it.  I'll finish with this line from that song, I'm sure Waylon did not have God's plan in mind, but I still find it amazing that he used this phrase: "hoping to find a friend and a lover, God bless the day I discover, another heart, looking for love".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-276201057254918818?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/276201057254918818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=276201057254918818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/276201057254918818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/276201057254918818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/07/waylon-jennings-said-it-best-first-of.html' title='Waylon Jennings said it best... (the first of my serious posts)'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-3229010294047455055</id><published>2008-07-09T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T06:12:52.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little more depth please... Give the people what they want</title><content type='html'>I regularly post the most random stuff on here... Stuff that I'm certain is not at the top of your list of things to read... So with that I think I'll be making a change...  Instead of posting my regular musings on here (i.e. applying to be on "The Bachelor") I will try to post things with a little more depth behind them... Like Kevin and Bobby do.  Things that aren't just, "Jonathan is out of control..." (most of you know that and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;needn't&lt;/span&gt; proliferate such an obvious trait), but things that cause you to reflect on what's being said... granted, I will still have those random "I saw a 90 year old lady with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt; corn-rows at the pentagon" stories, or "Wouldn't it be funny to see Jason Pelt in a wig like Cher in the video "turn back time"...  but I'd like to focus more on those things that actually produce something that benefits people...  Although I believe laughter to be one of the most effective ways of relieving stress, and I find humor in almost everything, you can't be the funny man 24/7.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-3229010294047455055?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/3229010294047455055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=3229010294047455055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/3229010294047455055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/3229010294047455055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/07/little-more-depth-please-give-people.html' title='A little more depth please... Give the people what they want'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-273311872103631467</id><published>2008-07-08T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T12:23:45.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My best application yet!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SHO9xSuuF5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/TT6BlErdRKw/s1600-h/jb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220725047591573394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SHO9xSuuF5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/TT6BlErdRKw/s400/jb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just for the Record... I hate filling out applications... even if it's to get money! but I have filled out an application that was just so funny I had to share... one of the most recent applications to the smash hit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; show "The Bachelor" on ABC, was completed and submitted today by yours truly... Now, I'm a realist... I have about as much of a snowballs chance in "you know where" of actually being selected, but you never know unless you try... The ultimate "funny" and truth with this in my defense is it's supposed to be reality T.V.... Well, I don't know if ABC has noticed, but the reality of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;America&lt;/span&gt; is most men don't look like they model for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hollister&lt;/span&gt;... look at the picture above... that's the reality of what most mid-20's men look like... Get with the program... and let me on yours.  If you think of this for entertainment qualities , what would be funnier than watching me on that show, moreover the response of the women on that show when I say some random, "Jonathan Burke-ism"... If it's funny with Kevin Benedict, imagine how funny it would be with a woman looking for the man of her dreams? By Far, My wildest application yet!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-273311872103631467?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/273311872103631467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=273311872103631467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/273311872103631467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/273311872103631467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-best-application-yet.html' title='My best application yet!!!'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SHO9xSuuF5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/TT6BlErdRKw/s72-c/jb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-848922563818866001</id><published>2008-07-08T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T05:41:49.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>from the cutting floor to your front door</title><content type='html'>I don't know if anyone knows this or not, but I was in a movie...  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;premiere&lt;/span&gt; of this film, Violent Karma, will be some time in August.  You may &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;recognize&lt;/span&gt; other people you know, such as Amberly and Gerry Slack... If you watch the extended trailer, you can see a few parts that I did.  I'm the guy who gets killed...  I will issue this one word of warning... viewer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;discretion&lt;/span&gt; is advised... I wouldn't watch the trailer with your children... I mean the movie is called Violent Karma...  anyway, check it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twobitsproductions.com/Site/Violent_Karma.html"&gt;http://www.twobitsproductions.com/Site/Violent_Karma.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-848922563818866001?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/848922563818866001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=848922563818866001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/848922563818866001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/848922563818866001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/07/from-cutting-floor-to-your-front-door.html' title='from the cutting floor to your front door'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-6191256752764475077</id><published>2008-07-07T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T08:37:53.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The language of Jonathan Burke</title><content type='html'>I was spending some time with some friends this weekend and I started talking about how I was about to fire someone up and they just started laughing...  Confused at this response I asked what was so funny... the reply was "just the things you say... you've said "fire someone up" like 4 times today... don't know it's just like you have your own language"... so my question is this... do i actually have certain idiom that comes with the way i communicate?  perhaps I have a saying or two.... I don't know... your thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-6191256752764475077?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/6191256752764475077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=6191256752764475077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/6191256752764475077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/6191256752764475077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/07/language-of-jonathan-burke.html' title='The language of Jonathan Burke'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-7883678043308651581</id><published>2008-07-07T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T07:19:19.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Show!!!! and we have a band name now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SHIlq4iXrnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/RtZLrYSHKOU/s1600-h/SKBand+@+Camille"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220276336737103474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SHIlq4iXrnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/RtZLrYSHKOU/s400/SKBand+%40+Camille%27s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are McCaig's Folly!!! Please come and enjoy the music!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-7883678043308651581?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/7883678043308651581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=7883678043308651581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/7883678043308651581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/7883678043308651581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/07/next-show-and-we-have-band-name-now.html' title='Next Show!!!! and we have a band name now'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SHIlq4iXrnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/RtZLrYSHKOU/s72-c/SKBand+%40+Camille%27s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-5968815598061158570</id><published>2008-07-07T04:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T04:39:40.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumfries to Richmond tour</title><content type='html'>This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; was very busy...  I love to play music with my friends and jump at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to do so... I told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Keilan&lt;/span&gt; that I would play at pillar once a month and I love doing that.  this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; was special because not only did we play in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dumfries&lt;/span&gt;, but I also was afforded the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to play with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Keilan&lt;/span&gt; in Richmond that very night.  we didn't get home until almost 11, but it was great having that much time to have heart to heart discussion with a great friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-5968815598061158570?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/5968815598061158570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=5968815598061158570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/5968815598061158570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/5968815598061158570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/07/dumfries-to-richmond-tour.html' title='Dumfries to Richmond tour'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-1103496081465668400</id><published>2008-07-02T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T08:13:17.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing In The Streets supports Mission: Indonesia</title><content type='html'>Wow... this is way late to be sending this out, but a status report is a status report.... on June 21st, PITS had a benefit concert to help raise funds for Indonesia Missions trip and we were not disappointed... I had set the goal of $500 dollars, and we actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;raised&lt;/span&gt; closer to $650!!!  I think that a lot of this had to do with the Pelt team (Jason and Jackson) pluging the fact that we were raising money, and Jackson walking around like a begger child asking for donations must have won the hearts of many (If I had done it I would have gotten sprayed with mace). we were overly blessed by the presence of over 150 people and Camille's took care of us with some of the best food and drink I have had in a long time. overall, this was the best Playing In The Streets EVER!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-1103496081465668400?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/1103496081465668400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=1103496081465668400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/1103496081465668400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/1103496081465668400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/07/playing-in-streets-supports-mission.html' title='Playing In The Streets supports Mission: Indonesia'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-2910272184070319974</id><published>2008-07-01T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T09:47:26.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh.... The 90's</title><content type='html'>I relate most of my memories to songs (go figure) and these are just a few that remind me of the great 90's... mostly of my brother and the year 1997 (the year I first went to high school)... up until that point, Joshua was just "my brother" but we never really bonded all that much, until high school.  I mean we have always been brothers, but we became friends in high school...  I didn't appreciate him until I saw the true love he had for me... to be the only Freshman hanging out with Juniors... and not having to ride the school bus the entire time i was in high school (except the time I got 3 "F's" and a speeding ticket for 89 in a 55 all in the same week).  and thinking of that, if i could go back to high school, riding the bus isn't so bad when gas is $4 a gallon... I think it was like $1.80 when I was driving... but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;digress&lt;/span&gt;.  back to these songs... I can hear a song and remember in great detail events that were taking place with josh and i while listening to them...  I'm certain I have left a few off this list, but when I hear the songs, a smile comes across my face, and it reminds me of the young boy who wanted so much to be just like his bigger brother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·        Nirvana "Smells Like Teen Spirit"&lt;br /&gt;·        R.E.M. "Losing My Religion"&lt;br /&gt;·        Pearl Jam "Jeremy"&lt;br /&gt;·        &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Alanis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Morissette&lt;/span&gt; "You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Oughta&lt;/span&gt; Know"&lt;br /&gt;·        &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Metallica&lt;/span&gt; "Enter Sandman"&lt;br /&gt;·        Beck "Loser"&lt;br /&gt;·        Third Eye Blind "Semi-Charmed Life"&lt;br /&gt;·        Oasis "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wonderwall&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;·        Spin Doctors "Two Princes"&lt;br /&gt;·        Matchbox Twenty "3 AM"&lt;br /&gt;·        &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Weezer&lt;/span&gt; "Buddy Holly"&lt;br /&gt;·        The Presidents of the United States of America "Peaches"&lt;br /&gt;·        Blues Traveler "Run-Around"&lt;br /&gt;·        The Cranberries "Linger"&lt;br /&gt;·        Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;McLachlan&lt;/span&gt; "Building a Mystery"&lt;br /&gt;·        Lisa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Loeb&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Nine Stories "Stay"&lt;br /&gt;·        Better than Ezra “Desperately Wanting”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to add anything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dave&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;matthews&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-2910272184070319974?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/2910272184070319974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=2910272184070319974' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/2910272184070319974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/2910272184070319974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/07/ahhh-90s.html' title='Ahhh.... The 90&apos;s'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-3747485921270576263</id><published>2008-07-01T08:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T08:53:31.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Jason Pelt</title><content type='html'>Do you remember the peanuts cartoons where you see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lucy&lt;/span&gt; at the lemonade stand and she has a random "The (insert profession here) is in" and the charge of 5 cents.  occasionally, i feel like her... but i don't charge 5 cents.  I find myself being sought after for random advice on things i know very little about... what does this have to do with Jason Pelt?  my most recent string of advice advocates have been asking me legal questions (mostly divorce questions so I may not know the answer, but i do know the process).  I can't help but feel useful when someone asks me advice that can effect their whole life...  and to be correct is even better.  Maybe after i shoot some movies and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;play&lt;/span&gt; in a triple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;platinum&lt;/span&gt; record band, I'll take up law... and the pipe dream factory is working over time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-3747485921270576263?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/3747485921270576263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=3747485921270576263' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/3747485921270576263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/3747485921270576263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/07/being-jason-pelt.html' title='Being Jason Pelt'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-4227058470270528282</id><published>2008-07-01T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T07:00:16.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too busy for this stuff...</title><content type='html'>Let me first start by saying, I'm not participating in the "BLOG OFF" i will undoubtedly not win such a competition.  So many things have happened since my last blog, I guess I really don't ever have anything interesting to write, no one reads this thing anyway... but i digress.  as most of you know, especially if you have ever had to deal with me, I am an extremely, busy person.  hard to get a hold of, and when you do, I'm usually knee-deep in something else.  I am starting to think that i do this intentionally so I don't ponder on wasted opportunity, and things that I could have changed or done differently... what ever the case, it's probably not healthy...  I am going to attempt to regiment myself to having a decent bed time (3a.m. is not such a good idea when you get up at 5:15a.m.) things that will NEVER change on my watch are (not in this order) 1) help friends regardless of time constraints, 2) play music and take all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;feasible&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;opportunities&lt;/span&gt; to play with good people, 3) be the best father I can be to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sydney&lt;/span&gt;. and 4) spend more time focusing on those things that are more deserving of my time (i.e. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;studying&lt;/span&gt; the bible).  As I write this I'm reminded of the play "rent"... before you start getting all fired up about how that is such a terrible play just hear me out... regardless of it's "live for today" or La Vie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Boheme&lt;/span&gt; (the way of the bohemian) proliferation, there are some practical applications that i have drawn from that movie.... 1) you can blame as many people as you want, but the results of your bad choices are ultimately your own doing. 2) the "live for today" attitude is something to be pondered, most would say that it's wrong... there was a time when I would have said it's wrong, until 5 Nov 2007.  i was in a car crash that fractured my spine and broke my ankle, lying on a hospital bed i thought, "If would have died today, how many people would care, further more how many people would care in a year" as morbid as that thought is, the point isn't "how many people like me" but "what kind of impact do i have in the lives of others."  I am very forward to tell those people who impact my life how much they mean to me... I value many aspects of many people.  and point 3 drawn from this movie, although it was not in the christian connotation, was stand by your friends and love them, even if they are not making the best choices in life....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-4227058470270528282?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/4227058470270528282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=4227058470270528282' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/4227058470270528282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/4227058470270528282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/07/too-busy-for-this-stuff.html' title='Too busy for this stuff...'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-300315534591136339</id><published>2008-06-12T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T21:16:51.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!!! nothing new in june...</title><content type='html'>So... with June in full swing, I have to say that I've been so busy I haven't had time to update you with all my regular nonsense... Let's start with Playing In The Streets... Hats off to everyone who makes this thing successful... Kevin Dowker for the flyers and pictures he religiously takes, Ben, Keilan, Josh, and Bobby for the music they create... Pastor Bill for the sound equipment, Gale and Frank McKinney for the venue... and the list goes on of these integral players...  Not to mention all of the faithful show comers that show up every time, (Jadey, the Thomason Girls, Stacy, Zach Castle) you guys make this thing what it is...  The 21st should prove to be the best show yet... we have a line-up, Naethan Hindricks is speaking and the multi-talented Jason M. Pelt as the Emcee.  if you didn't get the flyer, hit me up!  On to the next topic, I bought a house... Living about 3.1mi from my favorite sect of the Burke Nation, Josh and Jadey!!!  house is no big deal, just a place to live... but yet again, thanks to Jason M. Pelt, not only did I get the house, but I'M GETTING MONEY BACK AT CLOSING... This cat is just amazing...  on to some finalized news... Shauna and I are officially divorced, as of 06 June 2008.  It's sad, but to borrow a line from Joe Dirt, "It's been ok, I got to meet some cool people, go different places, crank some tunes"  and honestly, that is true.  Had Shauna and I stayed together, I probably wouldn't know half of the people I know from Stafford Baptist Church, Playing In The Streets would have NEVER happened, and I wouldn't be the Dad I am to Sydney... all is well that ends well...  I have been down kinda lately, I'm turning 25 at the end of this month and I feel like I'm running a hundred miles an hour, but going no where...  I look at all the people in my life and see how much they have impacted me, and I just feel, for lack of a better term, "Unworthy" of their Friendship... I feel like they bring everything to the table and I bring nothing but a wheel barrow to take what I get from them... I hope to one day be a "Josh, Jason, Ben, Bobby, Kevin or Keilan" to someone else...  You guys have no idea how much you've helped me along.  That brings me to where I am, I hope to have an impact on someone the way these fine people have on me...  People who show genuine love as brother's in Christ and hold me accountable for my ridiculous ideas...  I guess I could say, man I'm a busy cat, but it's in times like these, sitting alone I wonder, all that running around, what impact did I have on the lives of others around me today?  I don't know...  Just a shout to all the bloggers, even though you don't always post comments on each others blog, doesn't mean that yours is not getting read... and that is my final, random, thoughts for now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-300315534591136339?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/300315534591136339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=300315534591136339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/300315534591136339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/300315534591136339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/06/wow-nothing-new-in-june.html' title='Wow!!! nothing new in june...'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-4454663635567314608</id><published>2008-05-27T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T16:55:12.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 21st Mission Trip fundraiser</title><content type='html'>Most of you know, several people from my church are going on a missions trip to Indonesia.  I can't go for two reasons, 1) I can't get off of work and 2) don't really feel called to go.  I will, however, make every effort to support those proliferating the gospel.  on the 21st of June, we will be doing another Playing in the Streets (PITS) to raise money for these people.  The monies  raised will provide assistance to those going overseas.  Please come support this event, and CLINT CLIFTON.... I'm calling you out... I expect you to play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-4454663635567314608?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/4454663635567314608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=4454663635567314608' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/4454663635567314608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/4454663635567314608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/05/june-21st-mission-trip-fundraiser.html' title='June 21st Mission Trip fundraiser'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-575186115470963549</id><published>2008-05-27T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T06:31:09.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Success.... Full Success</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SDwMv3umZlI/AAAAAAAAAFw/x_yJzqMWL1Y/s1600-h/bob-o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205049285886240338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SDwMv3umZlI/AAAAAAAAAFw/x_yJzqMWL1Y/s400/bob-o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SDwMmXumZkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/kZw3erpC8kw/s1600-h/kiki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205049122677483074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SDwMmXumZkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/kZw3erpC8kw/s400/kiki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Playing in the steets was a GREAT SUCCESS!!! We had a great time, and I thank you to all who came and supported!!! You are the reason for our success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SDwKz3umZjI/AAAAAAAAAFg/jajnsojw3x4/s1600-h/josh+and+i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205047155582461490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SDwKz3umZjI/AAAAAAAAAFg/jajnsojw3x4/s400/josh+and+i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-575186115470963549?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/575186115470963549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=575186115470963549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/575186115470963549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/575186115470963549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/05/success-full-success.html' title='Success.... Full Success'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SDwMv3umZlI/AAAAAAAAAFw/x_yJzqMWL1Y/s72-c/bob-o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-3232624178439030475</id><published>2008-05-26T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T08:41:58.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Playing In the Streets!!!</title><content type='html'>Memorial Day Jam is gonna have to be cancelled, prior coordination is a must with these things.  enjoy your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;memorial&lt;/span&gt; day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-3232624178439030475?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/3232624178439030475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=3232624178439030475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/3232624178439030475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/3232624178439030475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-playing-in-streets.html' title='No Playing In the Streets!!!'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-1406118420896256120</id><published>2008-05-26T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T08:37:53.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling Nick J. Kelly!!!!!</title><content type='html'>DUDE!!!! So thanks to blog spot, an old Army friend sent me a comment!!! NICK, PLEASE E-MAIL ME... JPBURKE83@GMAIL.COM.  and tell your dad, (Carl Windslow) I said hello!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-1406118420896256120?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/1406118420896256120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=1406118420896256120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/1406118420896256120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/1406118420896256120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/05/calling-nick-j-kelly.html' title='Calling Nick J. Kelly!!!!!'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-8610147102281087510</id><published>2008-05-23T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T12:15:46.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STARBUCKS ON 610!!!</title><content type='html'>OK!!!! with all the hub-bub circulating about Playing In The Streets (PITS) here is the final disposition... We are allowed to play at Starbucks in Stafford MarketPlace.  I asked management and they said, "yes".  SO, 6 pm, we will be there!!! hopefully you will too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-8610147102281087510?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/8610147102281087510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=8610147102281087510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/8610147102281087510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/8610147102281087510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/05/starbucks-on-610.html' title='STARBUCKS ON 610!!!'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-9186203938578794861</id><published>2008-05-22T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T13:34:24.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What ever happened to these?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SDXYt3umZiI/AAAAAAAAAFY/QYRXTWzKs-8/s1600-h/FannyPack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203303227061593634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SDXYt3umZiI/AAAAAAAAAFY/QYRXTWzKs-8/s400/FannyPack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-9186203938578794861?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/9186203938578794861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=9186203938578794861' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/9186203938578794861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/9186203938578794861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-ever-happened-to-these.html' title='What ever happened to these?'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SDXYt3umZiI/AAAAAAAAAFY/QYRXTWzKs-8/s72-c/FannyPack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-12640334264423495</id><published>2008-05-22T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T11:41:07.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busch Gardens Anyone?</title><content type='html'>I'm going to visit Busch Gardens on the 7th of June (it's the weekend I don't have Sydney)...  They have the best deal going, buy one ticket for 56 dollars and you can come all year (limited to VA Residents)...  If you want to come, let me know, I can carry three people in my car...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-12640334264423495?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/12640334264423495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=12640334264423495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/12640334264423495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/12640334264423495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/05/busch-gardens-anyone.html' title='Busch Gardens Anyone?'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-9123344497205443908</id><published>2008-05-22T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T09:06:23.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancelled jam session...</title><content type='html'>We have to call off the Fredericksburg Playing in the streets...  we can still hang out there though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-9123344497205443908?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/9123344497205443908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=9123344497205443908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/9123344497205443908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/9123344497205443908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/05/cancelled-jam-session.html' title='Cancelled jam session...'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-1503184065815800691</id><published>2008-05-22T06:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T06:02:15.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for you Jadey....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SDVuwnumZhI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/GXsotDvil3Y/s1600-h/jams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203186726073689618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SDVuwnumZhI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/GXsotDvil3Y/s400/jams.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Per our conversation last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-1503184065815800691?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/1503184065815800691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=1503184065815800691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/1503184065815800691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/1503184065815800691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-for-you-jadey.html' title='This is for you Jadey....'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/SDVuwnumZhI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/GXsotDvil3Y/s72-c/jams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-4632388750469218830</id><published>2008-05-22T05:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T06:14:27.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new charge of responsibility for the "Mere Christian"</title><content type='html'>Several months back, Joshua allowed me to borrow a book written by Clive Staples Lewis (I would go with that... not C.S.) called Mere Christianity. Like always, I think I'm more in love with the idea of read than the actual practice of it. So here's the charge... I will use this blog to post updates to show my progression, if you don't hear about it... please get on me!!! I really want to read this book, but I don't have the support of Book it (In elementary school, there was some program that you could win a pizza from if you read a certain amount of books...)  tell you what... when I'm done reading this book, if you have said something to me about reading it, I'll have a pizza party and invite you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-4632388750469218830?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/4632388750469218830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=4632388750469218830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/4632388750469218830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/4632388750469218830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-charge-of-resposibility-for-mere.html' title='A new charge of responsibility for the &quot;Mere Christian&quot;'/><author><name>Jonathan P. Burke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06040907295554742108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RBrTBzS9kk8/R59bWupKE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/G7khSyW71SQ/S220/Burkes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974378373679046393.post-2219963044986422363</id><published>2008-05-20T09:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T09:26:53.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom said "Don't play in the street"</title><content type='html'>On Friday, we are gonna violate that rule...  Starting about 6p.m. a group of people (Bobby-O, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Keilan&lt;/span&gt;, Joshua, Ben, Todd, Etc.) and I are gonna kick off the first annual "playing in the street" campaign.  The purpose of this is to get as many people as possible to come and support, all musicians welcome.  We will "tour" downtown &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fredericksburg&lt;/span&gt; and promote the local music industry.  We are going to start on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Caroline&lt;/span&gt; street and start playing, no real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;itinerary&lt;/span&gt;, and see how it goes.  The beauty of this is if we are asked to leave, we can just move down the street and start again... This should prove to be fun...  I am hoping to partner with Josh and use this "playing in the street" method to promote the songwriters guild he has established.  If you are interested in participating, or just coming along for the fun... we will meet in the visitor center parking lot (on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Caroline&lt;/span&gt; st) at 6 and just go from there.  Additionally, I can't help but think that this can be used as a ministry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt;.  If turn out is good (more than me), we could really use this to witness to our local area.  Just a thought, hope to see you there!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1974378373679046393-2219963044986422363?l=burke-nation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/feeds/2219963044986422363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1974378373679046393&amp;postID=2219963044986422363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/2219963044986422363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1974378373679046393/posts/default/2219963044986422363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burke-nation.blogspot.com/2008/05/mom-said-dont-play-in-street.html' title='Mom said &quot;Don&apos;t play in the street&quot;'/><author><name>Jonathan P. 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