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		<title>Comment on Started the Stable Bunk Bed and Got the Ceiling Fan Up! by jodie</title>
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		<dc:creator>jodie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 01 May 2011 20:16:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Now we have light in the living room, yippy.  We could have used that when we were laying the tile in there. Just kidding you get alot of natural light in that house, thats nice.</description>
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		<title>Comment on Started the Stable Bunk Bed and Got the Ceiling Fan Up! by Bruce</title>
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		<dc:creator>Bruce</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 01 May 2011 09:04:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The black spot on the wall is the chalk-board paint Terri put on the wall...after she puts a second coat on, I am going to put a frame around it, and Rebekah will have a chalkboard on her wall for drawing :D</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The black spot on the wall is the chalk-board paint Terri put on the wall&#8230;after she puts a second coat on, I am going to put a frame around it, and Rebekah will have a chalkboard on her wall for drawing <img src='http://www.bruceshields.us/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif' alt=':D' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>Comment on Started the Stable Bunk Bed and Got the Ceiling Fan Up! by Nancy &#38; Dale</title>
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		<dc:creator>Nancy &#38; Dale</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 01 May 2011 04:14:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh, wow again!  Everything is looking sooooo good :))

What is that black hole under Rebeka&#039;s bed?  Terri is turning into a real professional artist.  Good job gal.  I like your ceiling fan and light - you guys are going to have a brand new home to move into.  What great ideas you both have.  We are in a countdown also....16 days before we come home!   Love ya&#039;s and hugs, Nanc</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh, wow again!  Everything is looking sooooo good <img src='http://www.bruceshields.us/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> )</p>
<p>What is that black hole under Rebeka&#8217;s bed?  Terri is turning into a real professional artist.  Good job gal.  I like your ceiling fan and light &#8211; you guys are going to have a brand new home to move into.  What great ideas you both have.  We are in a countdown also&#8230;.16 days before we come home!   Love ya&#8217;s and hugs, Nanc</p>
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		<title>Comment on Post-Apocalyptic Character Contest by Hunnicutt</title>
		<link>http://www.bruceshields.us/2011/03/21/post-apocalyptic-character-contest/comment-page-1#comment-585</link>
		<dc:creator>Hunnicutt</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 01 May 2011 00:43:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Background
    Before the Cleansing, Bruce was a hard working construction worker.  While not a big man at 5’ 11”, he was strong.... and had a refined gentleness about him and was a simple man.  He believes in values, something the world seemed to forget about. Honor, Loyalty, Honesty and Truth, those were the laws Bruce lived by.  He had an accident a few years before the cleansing which took his left arm. It has since been replaced with a robotic arm to allow him to continue to work. 

    As you would expect, this arm gave him a bit of an advantage.  For one, he has a “vise “grip, so he does not need a wrench to tighten bolts. There are also a few ”extras” the company paid for to increase his efficiency. He could do light welds and light cuts ( thin metal and wood mainly). It also contains a built in PDA.  Since the “cure,” which fractured one of the solar cells supplying power to his arm, Bruce has used his arm as little as possible. 
 
The Meeting
    Lunk  and Tia  came to a clearing, looking in and being quiet so not to attract any attention incase any slavers where around.  they looked in and saw a man sitting in the middle of the field.  It looked as though  he was playing with something.   He also had a small fire going. Small enough to not to give off much smoke and in the 2nd quarter of the day, by the time the smoke cleared the trees it had already dissipated. He was cooking something. They decided to try to avoid any confrontation,  and side stepped the clearing.  “SNAP”, Tai stepped on a branch. The sound was loud in the quiet clearing. As the man quickly stood up and looked around, his eyes stopped right where they where standing. 
 
“Come on out” the man said.
Slowly walking out Lunk spoke “we don’t want any trouble”.  Lunk kept one hand up and the other close to his gun.
“then why are you ready to go for your gun?” the man asked
as he stood there Lunk  could get a better look at him. He was older than Lunk, he wore an over coat  that could easily hid any weapon he may have if he had any. Lunk paid close attention to make sure he could see both hands of the man.
The man looked beyond Lunk and saw Tia and said “I have a little to eat, its fresh and hot, I don’t mind sharing”
As the man squatted back down in front of the fire, keeping an eye on Lunk and Tia, Lunk said “That would be great, IF you could spare some”
 
They sat in a half circle, and the man looked over at Lunk and said “ My name is Bruce”
“Lunk” 
“Tia”
They shook hands  and Lunk looked down at what Bruce was cooking.
“Man, that must be the biggest rat I have ever seen”  Lunk said
“Meat is meat” Bruce answered “and when God provides I don’t question”</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Background<br />
    Before the Cleansing, Bruce was a hard working construction worker.  While not a big man at 5’ 11”, he was strong&#8230;. and had a refined gentleness about him and was a simple man.  He believes in values, something the world seemed to forget about. Honor, Loyalty, Honesty and Truth, those were the laws Bruce lived by.  He had an accident a few years before the cleansing which took his left arm. It has since been replaced with a robotic arm to allow him to continue to work. </p>
<p>    As you would expect, this arm gave him a bit of an advantage.  For one, he has a “vise “grip, so he does not need a wrench to tighten bolts. There are also a few ”extras” the company paid for to increase his efficiency. He could do light welds and light cuts ( thin metal and wood mainly). It also contains a built in PDA.  Since the “cure,” which fractured one of the solar cells supplying power to his arm, Bruce has used his arm as little as possible. </p>
<p>The Meeting<br />
    Lunk  and Tia  came to a clearing, looking in and being quiet so not to attract any attention incase any slavers where around.  they looked in and saw a man sitting in the middle of the field.  It looked as though  he was playing with something.   He also had a small fire going. Small enough to not to give off much smoke and in the 2nd quarter of the day, by the time the smoke cleared the trees it had already dissipated. He was cooking something. They decided to try to avoid any confrontation,  and side stepped the clearing.  “SNAP”, Tai stepped on a branch. The sound was loud in the quiet clearing. As the man quickly stood up and looked around, his eyes stopped right where they where standing. </p>
<p>“Come on out” the man said.<br />
Slowly walking out Lunk spoke “we don’t want any trouble”.  Lunk kept one hand up and the other close to his gun.<br />
“then why are you ready to go for your gun?” the man asked<br />
as he stood there Lunk  could get a better look at him. He was older than Lunk, he wore an over coat  that could easily hid any weapon he may have if he had any. Lunk paid close attention to make sure he could see both hands of the man.<br />
The man looked beyond Lunk and saw Tia and said “I have a little to eat, its fresh and hot, I don’t mind sharing”<br />
As the man squatted back down in front of the fire, keeping an eye on Lunk and Tia, Lunk said “That would be great, IF you could spare some”</p>
<p>They sat in a half circle, and the man looked over at Lunk and said “ My name is Bruce”<br />
“Lunk”<br />
“Tia”<br />
They shook hands  and Lunk looked down at what Bruce was cooking.<br />
“Man, that must be the biggest rat I have ever seen”  Lunk said<br />
“Meat is meat” Bruce answered “and when God provides I don’t question”</p>
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		<title>Comment on 34 Days Until I Have to be in my New House! by Bruce</title>
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		<dc:creator>Bruce</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 01 May 2011 00:34:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks...a lot of work, but things are going very smoothly, thanks to God and His never ending endurance he has given me during this time LOL</description>
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		<title>Comment on 34 Days Until I Have to be in my New House! by DR- Desiree Renaud</title>
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		<dc:creator>DR- Desiree Renaud</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 30 Apr 2011 02:09:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>It&#039;s so exciting!  I pray everything goes smoothly.</description>
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		<title>Comment on Post-Apocalyptic Character Contest by DR</title>
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		<dc:creator>DR</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 30 Apr 2011 02:06:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The house seemed hopeful from the street, but Lunk was still a bit apprehensive.  Even though he felt a calm come over him as he looked upon the sunny yellow exterior, he knew from experience how feelings can’t be trusted.
 
Lunk slowly approached the house, looking to his left and his right.  He walked slowly through the front door which was only held on by the top hinge.  “It seems safe enough.. dirty enough... dusty enough..” he said in a low whisper.  
 
As he walked through the house he found the kitchen, but it was the door on the floor that caught his eye.  It seemed as though the basement door had extra heavy wood, much heavier than the flooring.  He noticed an area rug rolled up partially from what seemed to be high-winds.  Reaching down, he grabbed at the door’s handle.  Everything was quiet... too quiet... almost eerily quiet.  But he had to try, he had to see if there were any supplies.  Reaching to his side, he pulled out his weapon with his right hand,  his left hand grabbing the handle as quietly as possible.  The handle squeaked just slightly and that’s when he heard it.  “Grrrrr!!!!!” the low growl startled him so much that he noticed he was holding his breath.  “Exhale, Lunk.  This isn’t the first time you’ve had to fight.  Just get ready, just breathe slowly...” he continued to slightly pull on the handle and the growling became a low guttural exhale “grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr”  He held his weapon tighter and in one quick swoop he swung the door open, ready to hit the cursed.
 
“DOWN BOY!  SIT!” he heard the child’s voice scream out.  Turning his head to the left and then the right he caught a glimpse of what seemed to be the outline of a child sitting and a dog directly in front of the child.  “Hey, mister are you human or monster?” the boy asked in a serious and stern voice.  Chuckling to himself, he lowered his weapon and replied, “100% human!  What are you doing down here?  Is anyone else with you?”  There was a sudden pause in the conversation and then he heard the boy’s tone change to one of concern “I don’t know if I’m alone.  I don’t know how long we’ve been down here.  I don’t...&quot; his voice started to crack. “We?” Lunk asked.  “Yes, me and my dog”, he pointed to what Lunk could now see was a dog being held by a leash.  The child continued, “I’m Johnny and this is Teddy Bear.  My mom named her Angelique but she hated it.  So I call her Teddy Bear.”  “Teddy!  Light!” he commanded, and the dog leapt onto the table behind the boy and pulled aside a small curtain with her teeth.  With the sunsets light, Lunk was now able to see that the boy was maybe 8 or 9 years old and the chair he sat in was a wheelchair.
 
Shaking his head as he hung it down slightly, Lunk asked, “what happened?  Why are you the only one here?”  Johnny went on to explain that his dad retired from the Navy Seals and then married Johnny’s mom.  2 years later Johnny was born.  There were some complications and Johnny’s paralyzed.  Johnny’s matter-of-fact description led Lunk to feel like the young child was comfortable with himself and well adjusted.  “My dad brought Teddy and me down to the basement when he heard the boom.  And then he went to get my mom.  I haven’t seen anyone since,” Johnny looked at the ground.
 
“So, what does Teddy Bear do for you?” Lunk asked, hoping to ease the sorrow he felt in the room.  “Awww Teddy!  She’s amazing!!!” Johnny exclaimed and he looked over to his beloved friend.  “When I was really little my parents got her for me and told me she was trained to help me out.  She goes everywhere with me, does everything with me.  She was trained to get me food, water, open doors, cabinets, turn faucet handles, everything!  We used to take her hunting a lot before the boom, and she would show us where stream water was.  She’s my best friend!” Johnny finished with a long stroke down Teddy’s back.
 
“Fresh water, huh?  She might come handy.  Johnny... I think I can help you!” Lunk said in a caring voice.  “You, help me?  Naw!  I can help you!”  Johnny raised his eyebrows as he looked around the room.  Lunk then noticed the mass amounts of food, bottled water, flashlights and batteries. It looked like someone was very well prepared for a disaster such as this.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The house seemed hopeful from the street, but Lunk was still a bit apprehensive.  Even though he felt a calm come over him as he looked upon the sunny yellow exterior, he knew from experience how feelings can’t be trusted.</p>
<p>Lunk slowly approached the house, looking to his left and his right.  He walked slowly through the front door which was only held on by the top hinge.  “It seems safe enough.. dirty enough&#8230; dusty enough..” he said in a low whisper.  </p>
<p>As he walked through the house he found the kitchen, but it was the door on the floor that caught his eye.  It seemed as though the basement door had extra heavy wood, much heavier than the flooring.  He noticed an area rug rolled up partially from what seemed to be high-winds.  Reaching down, he grabbed at the door’s handle.  Everything was quiet&#8230; too quiet&#8230; almost eerily quiet.  But he had to try, he had to see if there were any supplies.  Reaching to his side, he pulled out his weapon with his right hand,  his left hand grabbing the handle as quietly as possible.  The handle squeaked just slightly and that’s when he heard it.  “Grrrrr!!!!!” the low growl startled him so much that he noticed he was holding his breath.  “Exhale, Lunk.  This isn’t the first time you’ve had to fight.  Just get ready, just breathe slowly&#8230;” he continued to slightly pull on the handle and the growling became a low guttural exhale “grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr”  He held his weapon tighter and in one quick swoop he swung the door open, ready to hit the cursed.</p>
<p>“DOWN BOY!  SIT!” he heard the child’s voice scream out.  Turning his head to the left and then the right he caught a glimpse of what seemed to be the outline of a child sitting and a dog directly in front of the child.  “Hey, mister are you human or monster?” the boy asked in a serious and stern voice.  Chuckling to himself, he lowered his weapon and replied, “100% human!  What are you doing down here?  Is anyone else with you?”  There was a sudden pause in the conversation and then he heard the boy’s tone change to one of concern “I don’t know if I’m alone.  I don’t know how long we’ve been down here.  I don’t&#8230;&#8221; his voice started to crack. “We?” Lunk asked.  “Yes, me and my dog”, he pointed to what Lunk could now see was a dog being held by a leash.  The child continued, “I’m Johnny and this is Teddy Bear.  My mom named her Angelique but she hated it.  So I call her Teddy Bear.”  “Teddy!  Light!” he commanded, and the dog leapt onto the table behind the boy and pulled aside a small curtain with her teeth.  With the sunsets light, Lunk was now able to see that the boy was maybe 8 or 9 years old and the chair he sat in was a wheelchair.</p>
<p>Shaking his head as he hung it down slightly, Lunk asked, “what happened?  Why are you the only one here?”  Johnny went on to explain that his dad retired from the Navy Seals and then married Johnny’s mom.  2 years later Johnny was born.  There were some complications and Johnny’s paralyzed.  Johnny’s matter-of-fact description led Lunk to feel like the young child was comfortable with himself and well adjusted.  “My dad brought Teddy and me down to the basement when he heard the boom.  And then he went to get my mom.  I haven’t seen anyone since,” Johnny looked at the ground.</p>
<p>“So, what does Teddy Bear do for you?” Lunk asked, hoping to ease the sorrow he felt in the room.  “Awww Teddy!  She’s amazing!!!” Johnny exclaimed and he looked over to his beloved friend.  “When I was really little my parents got her for me and told me she was trained to help me out.  She goes everywhere with me, does everything with me.  She was trained to get me food, water, open doors, cabinets, turn faucet handles, everything!  We used to take her hunting a lot before the boom, and she would show us where stream water was.  She’s my best friend!” Johnny finished with a long stroke down Teddy’s back.</p>
<p>“Fresh water, huh?  She might come handy.  Johnny&#8230; I think I can help you!” Lunk said in a caring voice.  “You, help me?  Naw!  I can help you!”  Johnny raised his eyebrows as he looked around the room.  Lunk then noticed the mass amounts of food, bottled water, flashlights and batteries. It looked like someone was very well prepared for a disaster such as this.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Fallout 3 Room, Drywall &amp; That Thing on my Ceiling by Bruce</title>
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		<dc:creator>Bruce</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 29 Apr 2011 11:44:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh yeah, and the kitchen is going to take a little longer because I got the wrong cement board...Terri and I have to take it back today and get the right size LOL</description>
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		<title>Comment on Fallout 3 Room, Drywall &amp; That Thing on my Ceiling by Bruce</title>
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		<dc:creator>Bruce</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 29 Apr 2011 11:43:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Yeah, the wood was pulling away from the mirror, I tried to fix it, but couldn&#039;t, and one of the mirrors cracked in the process...so, I will cover it with tile and hope it looks OK when I&#039;m done LOL</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yeah, the wood was pulling away from the mirror, I tried to fix it, but couldn&#8217;t, and one of the mirrors cracked in the process&#8230;so, I will cover it with tile and hope it looks OK when I&#8217;m done LOL</p>
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		<title>Comment on Fallout 3 Room, Drywall &amp; That Thing on my Ceiling by Nancy &#38; Dale</title>
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		<dc:creator>Nancy &#38; Dale</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 29 Apr 2011 04:26:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I love the gray in Trent&#039;s room.  It is definitely a boy&#039;s hideout and I can see why you like it so much.  How is the kitchen floor coming?  I forgt to ask today when I talked to you.  Isn&#039;t it exciting to see what God has planned next?  It&#039;s really too bad that the ceiling thing was broken - it kinda looks okay in there, don&#039;t you think?  I&#039;m sure whatever you pick out to replace them will look even better.  Have fun.  The party invitation were mailed today.  Hugs and love you, Nanc</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I love the gray in Trent&#8217;s room.  It is definitely a boy&#8217;s hideout and I can see why you like it so much.  How is the kitchen floor coming?  I forgt to ask today when I talked to you.  Isn&#8217;t it exciting to see what God has planned next?  It&#8217;s really too bad that the ceiling thing was broken &#8211; it kinda looks okay in there, don&#8217;t you think?  I&#8217;m sure whatever you pick out to replace them will look even better.  Have fun.  The party invitation were mailed today.  Hugs and love you, Nanc</p>
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