<?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-14776263</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:01:07.039-07:00</updated><category term='Jaliel'/><title type='text'>thomasbluhm</title><subtitle type='html'>Height: 6’1”
Weight: 300
Hair: DARK BLONDE
Eyes: HAZEL</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomasbluhm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14776263/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomasbluhm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>thomasbluhm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815389426727369285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14776263.post-6240833032126464186</id><published>2008-02-06T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T22:10:50.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>almost a year</title><content type='html'>hello it's almost a year .....damn 30 coming up. but i decide to age with grace and sweaty hands. how is everybody? my little brother is coming out with a book he has been trying to write for some time now and it looks to be paying off updates will come later. two books i am reading are tender warrior by stu weber and the four seasons of marriage by capman. me and gina go to a couple connection at the church were she works. we are leading the first two chapters of the four seasons book hen someone else will take the next chapters and so forth. fatherhood-----wow jaliel has stared the two stage early about 6 months early. it is a lot of fun watching him during the 18 months that we have had him 17 really. anyway he has been teaching me a great deal of humility and patience which i did not have before. it's amazing what God uses to teach those who are willing to learn. my day stared when my son showed up one night. up side baby is home down side what the hell do i do now! but i managed along side the most wonderful woman in the world. and here we are. well thats all for now .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Hello&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14776263-6240833032126464186?l=thomasbluhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomasbluhm.blogspot.com/feeds/6240833032126464186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14776263&amp;postID=6240833032126464186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14776263/posts/default/6240833032126464186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14776263/posts/default/6240833032126464186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomasbluhm.blogspot.com/2008/02/almost-year.html' title='almost a year'/><author><name>thomasbluhm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815389426727369285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14776263.post-4850391363737234551</id><published>2007-07-24T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T23:52:08.895-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jaliel'/><title type='text'>Jaliel B-day</title><content type='html'>Hello son,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy B-day Jaliel. wow one year ago you came into our home. i was nervous. you came me and yoyr mom were so excited. You stayed with a foster parent for one month before we got you. That was the longest month in my life. I am so happy that you are in our lives. when you came home i was able to hold you in my hand now a year later it take s both are to hold you. You have learned so much sense then. learned how to crall, say mike in sgin languge, almost feed yourselg. so big is one of the saying that you caught very qukily. we would lift our hands up and say " so big" and you would lift your hands and smile. waqtchin you simle is one of the best feeling in the world. God has made so big chnges sens you've come and i am a better person because of it. I thank God for you and pray for you always. I love you my son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Hello&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14776263-4850391363737234551?l=thomasbluhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomasbluhm.blogspot.com/feeds/4850391363737234551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14776263&amp;postID=4850391363737234551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14776263/posts/default/4850391363737234551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14776263/posts/default/4850391363737234551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomasbluhm.blogspot.com/2007/07/jaliel-b-day.html' title='Jaliel B-day'/><author><name>thomasbluhm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815389426727369285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14776263.post-116486963625153637</id><published>2006-11-29T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T22:53:56.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>Friends. There is a group of people who have been there for me this past few years and because of them I have been able to explore different sides of me personality. I talked about a mask and if I offend anyone by that I ask for forgiveness. That blog was not to hurt anyone but to express feelings. This small group and a few outsiders have given me a chance to find out about true friendship which uses pain to keep together. Pain is been the glue that holds me with these people. Pain and the ability to laugh. Again thank you for everything the you have brought to table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love Thomas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Hello&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14776263-116486963625153637?l=thomasbluhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomasbluhm.blogspot.com/feeds/116486963625153637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14776263&amp;postID=116486963625153637&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14776263/posts/default/116486963625153637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14776263/posts/default/116486963625153637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomasbluhm.blogspot.com/2006/11/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>thomasbluhm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815389426727369285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14776263.post-116486885224228766</id><published>2006-11-29T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T22:40:52.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn I'm ugly</title><content type='html'>weird God uses different things to show me what is happening in His world. I learning just how ugly I am. First the movie crash I find out how racist I am. Now I finding out what kind of person I am. Due to the lack of sleep I don't like me any more. I am reaching new levels of anger. New levels of hate. Self. When does this guy die? uggggg go away. Dad sucks. Husband sucks. Leadership is not happening. Note to self: die you f##king pig. Me is gross. Keep trying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Hello&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14776263-116486885224228766?l=thomasbluhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomasbluhm.blogspot.com/feeds/116486885224228766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14776263&amp;postID=116486885224228766&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14776263/posts/default/116486885224228766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14776263/posts/default/116486885224228766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomasbluhm.blogspot.com/2006/11/damn-im-ugly.html' title='Damn I&apos;m ugly'/><author><name>thomasbluhm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815389426727369285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14776263.post-116366955059299694</id><published>2006-11-16T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T01:32:30.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>father/son</title><content type='html'>I had a talk with my son[who is 4 months old] and we were talking about love and acceptance. He made this statement " dad I will do want ever you want , just please love and accept me." with tears in my eyes I told him " son I love and accept you matter what. Your are welcomed at my table. Eat from my fridge, borrow my car, but please remember this -no matter what happens your are my son and I am your dad-. With a smile we held each other. [hold those who you love]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Hello&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14776263-116366955059299694?l=thomasbluhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomasbluhm.blogspot.com/feeds/116366955059299694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14776263&amp;postID=116366955059299694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14776263/posts/default/116366955059299694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14776263/posts/default/116366955059299694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomasbluhm.blogspot.com/2006/11/fatherson.html' title='father/son'/><author><name>thomasbluhm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815389426727369285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14776263.post-116318901112387614</id><published>2006-11-10T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T23:58:02.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>apolage</title><content type='html'>this blog if for a few diffent people. first my wife these past years i have not lived up to my end of the marriage bargin. i have not be there for her. to have to hold, sickness and heatlth, dearth to us part. {i know i missing something} i said some really stupid things. God has given me some amazing blessing Gina is one of those. Without my wife i dont know where i would be right now. also my friends thank you so much for being there for us. i am learning what real freinds are. i have a long way to go and brecause of the people God has put in my life i will get to were i a going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love thomas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Hello&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14776263-116318901112387614?l=thomasbluhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomasbluhm.blogspot.com/feeds/116318901112387614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14776263&amp;postID=116318901112387614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14776263/posts/default/116318901112387614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14776263/posts/default/116318901112387614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomasbluhm.blogspot.com/2006/11/apolage.html' title='apolage'/><author><name>thomasbluhm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815389426727369285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14776263.post-116252701941150852</id><published>2006-11-02T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T20:10:19.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>these are my boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-KMbK8k8lc6kLuWcKhNJmD31FbMIxeAE-;_ylt=AqLjVVj4tWMl4UAN4Iie5Hi0AOJ3?cq=1"&gt;http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-KMbK8k8lc6kLuWcKhNJmD31FbMIxeAE-;_ylt=AqLjVVj4tWMl4UAN4Iie5Hi0AOJ3?cq=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earthworm jim&lt;br /&gt;the tick&lt;br /&gt;darkwing duck&lt;br /&gt;freakazoid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Hello&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14776263-116252701941150852?l=thomasbluhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomasbluhm.blogspot.com/feeds/116252701941150852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14776263&amp;postID=116252701941150852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14776263/posts/default/116252701941150852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14776263/posts/default/116252701941150852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomasbluhm.blogspot.com/2006/11/these-are-my-boys.html' title='these are my boys'/><author><name>thomasbluhm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815389426727369285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14776263.post-115821122127716746</id><published>2006-09-13T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T22:20:21.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad's cry too</title><content type='html'>I became a dad. Weird. I look at my son and cry. I have been a dad for 3 weeks. Crying at this time is kinda lame I know. Crossing lines I never really thought about. More later on that. Already things have changed. The basic sleeping. I have been tolded that I don't know what I am getting into. I know that. I know I don't have any idea what I am doing. I know the is more than I have. I know, I know, I know,. My life changed. I choose this road not out of naive, or whim but out of love for my son. I will have to be more than I am. More than I have , more than I can give. I look at my son and cry. Hope to hear him say someday "my daddy was my best friend."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Hello&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14776263-115821122127716746?l=thomasbluhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomasbluhm.blogspot.com/feeds/115821122127716746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14776263&amp;postID=115821122127716746&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14776263/posts/default/115821122127716746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14776263/posts/default/115821122127716746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomasbluhm.blogspot.com/2006/09/dads-cry-too.html' title='Dad&apos;s cry too'/><author><name>thomasbluhm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815389426727369285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14776263.post-115717516670773334</id><published>2006-09-01T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T22:32:46.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mask</title><content type='html'>I wear a mask. Every time I take it off my friends leave me. Loneliness. It comes down to being lonely or lies. Take the mask off nobody wants to be around me. Leave the mask on and I have to lie to keep people around. I am so desperate for closeness that I have to choose. Mask on or off. Lie or real. Mask getting heavy, lies getting to empty. Crying. Do I let you see me or maybe find a lighter mask. Have to kill the closeness. Drugs cost to much, sex to hallow, truth to painful. Now what? Tears fill my eyes. Happiness not real. Joy everlasting where? No comfort. Why? Pain hurts inside. Hold me but don't look at me. Feel me but don't touch. See but don't look. Hear but don't listen. Death. Time coming soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Hello&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14776263-115717516670773334?l=thomasbluhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomasbluhm.blogspot.com/feeds/115717516670773334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14776263&amp;postID=115717516670773334&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14776263/posts/default/115717516670773334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14776263/posts/default/115717516670773334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomasbluhm.blogspot.com/2006/09/mask.html' title='Mask'/><author><name>thomasbluhm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815389426727369285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14776263.post-115587706545963927</id><published>2006-08-17T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T22:02:33.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soliton</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; (Sorry spellcheck in not working)Here are some notes for this event. -pray session, laying on hands- time, hospility, justice opening up your home.- the shit doesn't ends unitl Jesus comes back.(tshirt)- passion, drama in chuch.- have a clear goal.- dirt not as not, mary douglas.- matter out of place.- place something so clean nothing can live there.- Jesus touches dirt in society!- you will find God in the dirty palce.- Jesus on the cross is the dirtyes palce.- who is dirt in the church?- invite trickers to challge you.- met were people are.- redefinf social boundries.- just spread the message.- love with action.- remove the scales from my eyes.- believe the right way, not in the right things.- build a church on trickers.- using dark light to see.- drunk with wine or with the Sprit.- you came across needy.- nution, body temple, salad, spinich, oranic, whole, local, living.- winter food, hard to dijest, summer food raw.- 80% full 20% emty.- networking.- God is among 2 or more gather in His name.- Live in the world with Jesus.- Bring playing cards and ballon animals.- we fell Jesus came to redmeem us our lives are working out thast rememtion.- secular and spitriual there is noi divie.- chrisitnay killing people polite.- God is in control we are just mamanger.- Jesus, sex, drama.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Hello&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14776263-115587706545963927?l=thomasbluhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomasbluhm.blogspot.com/feeds/115587706545963927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14776263&amp;postID=115587706545963927&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14776263/posts/default/115587706545963927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14776263/posts/default/115587706545963927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomasbluhm.blogspot.com/2006/08/soliton.html' title='Soliton'/><author><name>thomasbluhm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815389426727369285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14776263.post-113650753769283708</id><published>2006-01-05T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T16:32:17.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>C. Players</title><content type='html'>Dear fellow C P touring and non-touring,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how are you? Me doing okay. Someone made a comment on my blog from C P and I wanted to say that you for that I do remember you. You were always smiling . Well my time in C.P. which was 4 years a lot happened. First I met my wife and we are still married not kids so far but GOD is working on me. At first I didn't like the idea of being a father for the reason that I myself have yet to grow up. Second I wanted GOD blessing and I have received that. I will tell that story later. Now back to C.P. beause of my time and training there I have been getting acting jobs around san Fran. (we live in san Jose now)&lt;br /&gt;well got to go talk to you later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Hello&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14776263-113650753769283708?l=thomasbluhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomasbluhm.blogspot.com/feeds/113650753769283708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14776263&amp;postID=113650753769283708&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14776263/posts/default/113650753769283708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14776263/posts/default/113650753769283708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomasbluhm.blogspot.com/2006/01/c-players.html' title='C. Players'/><author><name>thomasbluhm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815389426727369285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14776263.post-113420175817649895</id><published>2005-12-09T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T00:02:38.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wife</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody. Well how are things going for you all? The tow truck driving did not work out. Oh well. Now I am with a movie company. I drive to sac and back to san Jose every night. For me this works great for my wife it can be hard. I work the swing shift. She works during the day. My wife is the best woman in the world without her I don't know where I would be. And she has taught me so much about the world I could almost write a book about it. Best cook ever yes better than my mom. I didn't know how much I was missing until I got married. I did knot know how blind I was until she stepped in. I wish she could understand how pretty she is, how wonderful and caring she really is. Of all the things that have happened in my life she is without a doubt the best and most beautiful that ever can and will happen to me. I love you sweetheart now and for as long as I live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lammer pants&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Hello&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14776263-113420175817649895?l=thomasbluhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomasbluhm.blogspot.com/feeds/113420175817649895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14776263&amp;postID=113420175817649895&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14776263/posts/default/113420175817649895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14776263/posts/default/113420175817649895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomasbluhm.blogspot.com/2005/12/wife.html' title='wife'/><author><name>thomasbluhm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815389426727369285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14776263.post-112969401538590609</id><published>2005-10-18T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T20:53:35.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My wife needed me</title><content type='html'>Hey everybody. My mother-in-law past away a few years ago. My wife has taken it pretty hard. As a husband I'm not sure what to do. Today I got home from work and went straight to the computer. Without knowing it my wife tried to say hi but I was busy with other things. After a while she went into her room and I just stayed at the computer working on stuff. She leaves and calls me and tells me that she needed me to hold her. Now for you husbands out there your wife needs you weather you had a bad day or not. You need to be ready for whatever comes your way. What it took was  a phone call and her crying to get my attention. Your wife is the most important person in you life. At times I forget that. She needs to feel loved, she needs to know how important she is, she needs to know that you are willing to die for her. Today I did not meet that standard. With lessons learned you move on. We will see how this ends. So long for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Hello&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14776263-112969401538590609?l=thomasbluhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomasbluhm.blogspot.com/feeds/112969401538590609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14776263&amp;postID=112969401538590609&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14776263/posts/default/112969401538590609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14776263/posts/default/112969401538590609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomasbluhm.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-wife-needed-me.html' title='My wife needed me'/><author><name>thomasbluhm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815389426727369285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14776263.post-112847796674182578</id><published>2005-10-04T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T19:06:06.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>who knows</title><content type='html'>blue ocean. wave. right angle possible  "L"   canvas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Hello&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14776263-112847796674182578?l=thomasbluhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomasbluhm.blogspot.com/feeds/112847796674182578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14776263&amp;postID=112847796674182578&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14776263/posts/default/112847796674182578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14776263/posts/default/112847796674182578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomasbluhm.blogspot.com/2005/10/who-knows.html' title='who knows'/><author><name>thomasbluhm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815389426727369285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14776263.post-112779452385328863</id><published>2005-09-26T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T21:15:23.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting go</title><content type='html'>Today I wanted to cry. I lot has happened as some of you know. But today I wanted to focus on something else. I have a problem with anger. I watched a movie called crash. Unfortunately I could not watch all of it. The movie is about racism. I hate racism. The sad thing is I don't know what I am angry about. Is it the fact that people judge others just upon what they look like or just because they are different the others? It doesn't make sense that people hate each other just because of the differences. I was taught that you get to know the person then make you decision. But I have found that if you hate someone for whatever reason that is just as bad. It makes me ask why do we hate? What is hate? And why is it so strong? How do we solve this problem? I don't want to hate anymore. I don't want to hate anybody. JESUS taught to love everybody even your enemies. That will solve the problem. This is a lesson that will take the rest of my life to learn. GOD bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Hello&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14776263-112779452385328863?l=thomasbluhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomasbluhm.blogspot.com/feeds/112779452385328863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14776263&amp;postID=112779452385328863&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14776263/posts/default/112779452385328863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14776263/posts/default/112779452385328863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomasbluhm.blogspot.com/2005/09/letting-go.html' title='Letting go'/><author><name>thomasbluhm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815389426727369285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14776263.post-112714280874373889</id><published>2005-09-19T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T08:13:28.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do</title><content type='html'>The past few weeks have been an attitude adjust. A few weeks ago I was listening to a sermon about 3 young men and a fiery furnace. During this time I had prayed to GOD for such and experience for my life. The events that were to follow made me rethink about that prayer. First my wife purse was stolen while we were in san Fran, next my company truck breaks down for a week which means I did not work during this time. Bills kept coming in and creditor's kept calling, I had to quit my last job and find a new one I was blessed when I did, I am a tow tuck driver , rent was due and GOD came through for month of Aug, now we have enough money for food and that is it. Well a few days ago I was in training for the tow truck and my foot got smashed. I have been out of work of a least five days now. I'm not sure what to do. And bills keep coming. Every time I think of all this I start to cry. GOD has something planed but for what I not sure. I know I don't have it as bad as some so I try a stay grateful for what I do have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Hello&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14776263-112714280874373889?l=thomasbluhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomasbluhm.blogspot.com/feeds/112714280874373889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14776263&amp;postID=112714280874373889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14776263/posts/default/112714280874373889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14776263/posts/default/112714280874373889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomasbluhm.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-to-do.html' title='What to do'/><author><name>thomasbluhm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815389426727369285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14776263.post-112331076430480362</id><published>2005-08-05T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T23:46:04.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need GOD</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a hot day at work. I install auto equiment for a living. I travel to and from woodland near sac and everywhere in the middle. My story starts on my way back from woodland to Santa Clara were my job has me intsalling some oil reels for this auto shop. Well I was on my way back when I started thinking about how much GOD loves his people. And as my train of thought was goning along I statred to realize and cry about how much GOD has shown HIS love and forgiveness towards all who accept it. At that point with tears in my eyes I thanked GOD for me a sinner who can only give a broken life and broken spirit. I need GOD if I want to get anywhere in life. I cant do any of this on my own. When I die all I can offer GOD is brokenness. Makes me want to cry again. But that is the beauty of GOD HE can take anything and make whatever HE wants. Well that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Hello&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14776263-112331076430480362?l=thomasbluhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomasbluhm.blogspot.com/feeds/112331076430480362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14776263&amp;postID=112331076430480362&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14776263/posts/default/112331076430480362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14776263/posts/default/112331076430480362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomasbluhm.blogspot.com/2005/08/need-god.html' title='Need GOD'/><author><name>thomasbluhm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815389426727369285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14776263.post-112224245344514931</id><published>2005-07-24T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T15:03:57.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>headshot</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="278" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3315/1348/320/IMGP1929_med.jpg" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the pic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Hello&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14776263-112224245344514931?l=thomasbluhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thomasbluhm.blogspot.com/feeds/112224245344514931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14776263&amp;postID=112224245344514931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14776263/posts/default/112224245344514931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14776263/posts/default/112224245344514931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thomasbluhm.blogspot.com/2005/07/headshot.html' title='headshot'/><author><name>thomasbluhm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815389426727369285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14776263.post-112224119615284797</id><published>2005-07-24T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T14:39:56.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>resume</title><content type='html'>Height: 6’1"&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 300&lt;br /&gt;Hair: DARK BLONDE&lt;br /&gt;Eyes: HAZEL&lt;br /&gt;MESSAGES: (408) 482-2702&lt;br /&gt;EMAIL: thomasbluhm2000@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Theatre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The Best Laid Plans&lt;/strong&gt; 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