<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993304</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 07 Oct 2024 05:41:54 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>From the Front Porch</title><description>My first two blogs are about baseball and theology.  This blog is about the third category of life... everything else.</description><link>http://fromthefrontporch.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Steve Scott)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>265</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993304.post-4605866807742824002</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Nov 2012 16:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-22T08:05:49.545-08:00</atom:updated><title>Negative One</title><description>Our five year old recently approached his mother and said, &quot;Mom, one minus two is negative one.&quot;</description><link>http://fromthefrontporch.blogspot.com/2012/11/negative-one.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steve Scott)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993304.post-735317311733346321</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Jul 2011 03:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-30T20:09:09.278-07:00</atom:updated><title>A Hundred Million</title><description>Just before our youngest&#39;s fourth birthday, I was talking to him about the upcoming day.&amp;nbsp; He said, &quot;When I&#39;m five, I&#39;ll have five candles on my cake.&amp;nbsp; And when I&#39;m a hundred million, I&#39;ll be as tall as the ceiling.&quot;</description><link>http://fromthefrontporch.blogspot.com/2011/06/hundred-million.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steve Scott)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993304.post-8127746579424760014</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Mar 2011 03:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-26T20:50:56.430-07:00</atom:updated><title>Every Of It</title><description>When our three year old doesn&#39;t like something, he often uses the phrase, &quot;I hate every of it.&quot;</description><link>http://fromthefrontporch.blogspot.com/2011/03/every-of-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steve Scott)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993304.post-5043367360797118226</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Mar 2011 07:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-20T00:38:55.619-07:00</atom:updated><title>Shampoo</title><description>Our three year old was talking with me about car colors.&amp;nbsp; &quot;Dad, your car is shampoo.&quot;&amp;nbsp; He meant &quot;champagne.&quot;</description><link>http://fromthefrontporch.blogspot.com/2011/03/shampoo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steve Scott)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993304.post-4375928269157103633</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Feb 2011 16:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-20T00:39:37.443-07:00</atom:updated><title>Unsick</title><description>Our kids have had a bout with the flu this week.&amp;nbsp; Our three year old declared his health thus, &quot;I&#39;m unsick.&quot;</description><link>http://fromthefrontporch.blogspot.com/2011/02/unsick.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steve Scott)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993304.post-7163445801128308820</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Dec 2010 07:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-20T00:39:57.603-07:00</atom:updated><title>Like An Hour</title><description>Two of our kids were discussing who would get to play video games first, and included me in the conversation.&amp;nbsp; I concluded that our nine year old could play for half an hour, then it would be our five year old&#39;s turn.&amp;nbsp; The younger objected to the decision with the following:&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Yeah, but, a half an hour is like...an hour!&quot;</description><link>http://fromthefrontporch.blogspot.com/2010/12/like-hour.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steve Scott)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993304.post-7753279257978998479</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Dec 2010 00:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-20T00:40:20.423-07:00</atom:updated><title>What?</title><description>Our nine year old to our five year old: &quot;You have short-term memory loss.&quot;</description><link>http://fromthefrontporch.blogspot.com/2010/12/what.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steve Scott)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993304.post-3127987167019085775</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Dec 2010 23:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-20T00:40:39.668-07:00</atom:updated><title>Spanish</title><description>Me to my three year old: &quot;Did your brother take his folder?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
My three year old: &quot;Yes, he taked it.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Me: &quot;He took it.&amp;nbsp; Can you say that?&amp;nbsp; Taked isn&#39;t a word.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Him: &quot;It&#39;s Spanish.&quot;</description><link>http://fromthefrontporch.blogspot.com/2010/12/spanish.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steve Scott)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993304.post-3856231943684876352</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Nov 2010 19:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-24T11:20:33.959-08:00</atom:updated><title>Template Upgrade Problem</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCbg9_mqjt0O94DZbpgLjcLTb455GIMDBUE7htfRWQlJKhWbVrxjVHghpJj-qe9ycxkQpPqE-6HVtLrhEVFHAJ93ajE2DGseg66XUfapFXdMbDLKnvazVAEB5CBwoOd35N9yAHkw/s1600/Template+Layout.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;179&quot; ox=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCbg9_mqjt0O94DZbpgLjcLTb455GIMDBUE7htfRWQlJKhWbVrxjVHghpJj-qe9ycxkQpPqE-6HVtLrhEVFHAJ93ajE2DGseg66XUfapFXdMbDLKnvazVAEB5CBwoOd35N9yAHkw/s320/Template+Layout.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I&#39;m having problems upgrading my template for this blog from a classic template (&quot;Rounders 3&quot; template from early 2005) to&amp;nbsp;a new template.&amp;nbsp; I have multiple classic template blogs from early 2005 and multiple new blogs created with the new templates.&amp;nbsp; I want to upgrade all my old templates to the new ones.&amp;nbsp; My first attempt has some problems.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I upgraded to the new template, I entered the template designer to choose a template.&amp;nbsp; Everything was very slow in loading, and my preview is blank, except for the rightmost 1/2&quot; and bottom 1/2&quot;.&amp;nbsp; See photo above.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes, even the part of the preview that shows up goes blank.&amp;nbsp; There are other problems too:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Changing any setting in the template designer is very slow.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The cursor flashes very rapidly between a normal cursor and that rotating circle (MS Waiting!)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The blog page loads very slow from any computer, even though this blog is more simple (fewer links and gadgets) than my other new template blogs.&amp;nbsp; Same profile photo, etc.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;My other new blogs with the latest templates don&#39;t have any of these problems.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I have two computers, one with IE8.0 and the other with Firefox 3.6.12.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The above photo is from the IE8.0 computer.&amp;nbsp; The Firefox computer gives a normal template design preview, but everything is just as slow with changing settings, etc.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I&#39;ve&amp;nbsp;changed my template&amp;nbsp;many times&amp;nbsp;as well (Simple, Awesome, etc.), but there is no change in either the template preview or the sluggishness of changing settings.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Occasionally, when going into the template designer, the preview will show the whole blog page correctly for a fraction of a second, then change to what&#39;s shown in the photo above, then it may completely go blank.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;Any help is appreciated in advance.&amp;nbsp; Thanks!</description><link>http://fromthefrontporch.blogspot.com/2010/11/template-upgrade-problem.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steve Scott)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCbg9_mqjt0O94DZbpgLjcLTb455GIMDBUE7htfRWQlJKhWbVrxjVHghpJj-qe9ycxkQpPqE-6HVtLrhEVFHAJ93ajE2DGseg66XUfapFXdMbDLKnvazVAEB5CBwoOd35N9yAHkw/s72-c/Template+Layout.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993304.post-5434669923645910629</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Nov 2010 04:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-19T20:36:22.403-08:00</atom:updated><title>I Amn&#39;t</title><description>Mrs. Scott placed our three year old on top of the kitchen counter to cuff his pants.&amp;nbsp; He said, &quot;Look at me.&amp;nbsp; How tall am I?&quot;&amp;nbsp; I replied, &quot;You&#39;re the tallest one in our family!&quot;&amp;nbsp; He countered, &quot;No, I amn&#39;t.&quot;</description><link>http://fromthefrontporch.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-amnt.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steve Scott)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993304.post-765546517722920712</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Sep 2010 02:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-24T19:42:57.793-07:00</atom:updated><title>Meet In The Future</title><description>As we were driving by the street where Mrs. Scott&#39;s grandmother lived 30 years ago, I noted it to our 8 year old: &quot;You never knew your great grandmother.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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He replied, &quot;I met her in the future.&quot;</description><link>http://fromthefrontporch.blogspot.com/2010/09/meet-in-future.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steve Scott)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993304.post-7742203970722151037</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Sep 2010 05:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-12T22:12:49.144-07:00</atom:updated><title>Post</title><description>This is a post.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s been a long time since there has been a post here.&amp;nbsp; But this IS a post.&amp;nbsp; It may not look like one, but it is.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ve neglected this blog, and Mrs. Scott has hinted that it may be hijacked.&amp;nbsp; We&#39;ll have to wait and see.</description><link>http://fromthefrontporch.blogspot.com/2010/09/post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steve Scott)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993304.post-450488626840794613</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Jul 2010 18:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-25T11:40:50.652-07:00</atom:updated><title>Measure</title><description>Mrs. Scott had the tape measure out to size something up. As she walked past our three year old&#39;s toy car in the driveway he asked, &quot;Mommy, can you see how measure my car is?&quot;</description><link>http://fromthefrontporch.blogspot.com/2010/07/measure.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steve Scott)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993304.post-4653553052454579077</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Jun 2010 21:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-08T14:09:29.714-07:00</atom:updated><title>Growing Up</title><description>Our two year old today as I told him someday &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt;, too, would take showers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I don&#39;t want to grow up.&quot;</description><link>http://fromthefrontporch.blogspot.com/2010/06/growing-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steve Scott)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993304.post-1807256100747089739</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Apr 2010 00:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-24T17:53:59.216-07:00</atom:updated><title>Day Of Boys</title><description>Today, our five year old got four hits in his pee-wee game, out eight year old caught a lizard at the fields and our two year old carried the bag for his toddler-sized fold out chair with purpose. Sometimes it&#39;s just the small things.</description><link>http://fromthefrontporch.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-of-boys.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steve Scott)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993304.post-6758150633423428589</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Apr 2010 21:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-14T14:09:16.237-07:00</atom:updated><title>Da&#39;yy Tah - Revisited</title><description>Before our youngest turned two, he was saying &quot;da&#39;yy tah&quot; for &quot;daddy&#39;s car.&quot; I &lt;a href=&quot;http://fromthefrontporch.blogspot.com/2009/04/dayy-tah.html&quot;&gt;posted about&lt;/a&gt; this previously. Now that he&#39;s older, he has no problem pronouncing it correctly. A couple of days ago we went out the front door and my car was parked in the driveway. &quot;Da&#39;yy Tah!&quot; he proclaimed. Then he turned around with a big smile on his face and said, &quot;I used to say that.&quot;</description><link>http://fromthefrontporch.blogspot.com/2010/04/dayy-tah-revisited.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steve Scott)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993304.post-7511555192097449699</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Mar 2010 04:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-20T21:24:51.551-07:00</atom:updated><title>A Sport That Makes You Sweat</title><description>Mrs. Scott was coughing (the result of a waning cold) and exclaimed, &quot;I hate coughing.&quot; Our eight year old proclaimed, &quot;Coughing is a sport that makes you sweat.&quot;</description><link>http://fromthefrontporch.blogspot.com/2010/03/sport-that-makes-you-sweat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steve Scott)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993304.post-3762972667008184212</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Feb 2010 17:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-25T09:26:36.587-08:00</atom:updated><title>Open Space</title><description>We have several open space areas near where we live that I take the older kids occasionally. These are hilly areas that have been open for ever and have been turned into parks with little human intervention. So far, we&#39;ve seen a coyote, hawks, &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;snake skins&lt;/span&gt;, pheasants, field mice, lizards, cows and jack rabbits. Neither kid has seen all of these, yet.</description><link>http://fromthefrontporch.blogspot.com/2010/02/open-space.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steve Scott)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993304.post-4577177529994581561</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Feb 2010 08:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-10T00:45:01.699-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Middle Letter</title><description>Our two year old asked Mrs. Scott which letter was the middle letter of the alphabet.</description><link>http://fromthefrontporch.blogspot.com/2010/02/middle-letter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steve Scott)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993304.post-6087419982164968776</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Feb 2010 04:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-05T20:09:23.078-08:00</atom:updated><title>Too Fit For Me</title><description>When something, such as an article of clothing, doesn&#39;t fit our two year old, he says, &quot;It&#39;s too fit for me.&quot;</description><link>http://fromthefrontporch.blogspot.com/2010/02/too-fit-for-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steve Scott)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993304.post-2963496043670431019</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Feb 2010 06:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-03T22:40:00.130-08:00</atom:updated><title>Au Revoir</title><description>The cousins were over recently, and when they were leaving, our eight year old came out of nowhere with the following question, whispered in my ear: &quot;Dad, how do you say &#39;good bye&#39; in French?&quot; He butchered it, but oh, well.</description><link>http://fromthefrontporch.blogspot.com/2010/02/au-revoir.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steve Scott)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993304.post-6237270954952282025</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Jan 2010 07:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-28T09:40:07.884-08:00</atom:updated><title>&quot;F&quot; Is For Grandpa, &quot;B&quot; Is For Grandma</title><description>Not only has our two year old taught himself the alphabet, he&#39;s figured out the first letter of each of our family member&#39;s names. He says, &quot;M is for mommy. D is for daddy,&quot; and so on, including for his own name and the name of his brothers. We never set him up to think like this, he just did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last week, he blew us away. He started saying, &quot;F is for grandpa&quot; and &quot;B is for grandma.&quot; Obviously, the letters don&#39;t correspond to the first letters of the words &quot;grandpa&quot; and &quot;grandma.&quot; Rather, F and B are their first initials. Again, we didn&#39;t teach him the association of letters and their sounds, either. Really scary.</description><link>http://fromthefrontporch.blogspot.com/2010/01/f-is-for-grandpa-b-is-for-grandma.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steve Scott)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993304.post-1063381237741329553</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Jan 2010 08:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-27T00:35:10.734-08:00</atom:updated><title>Alphabet Boy</title><description>With no input from parents, our two year old taught himself the alphabet with the Blue&#39;s Clues Alphabet Power DVD in just under two weeks.  Now he notices letters everywhere and calls them out.  He&#39;s scary.</description><link>http://fromthefrontporch.blogspot.com/2010/01/alphabet-boy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steve Scott)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993304.post-7865349712357580979</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Jan 2010 08:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-14T00:52:46.469-08:00</atom:updated><title>Say What?</title><description>As we exited the house to head down the stairs, our two year old handed me his &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt; cup in order to grab the hand rail. &quot;Can you put this in your purse?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: &quot;I don&#39;t have a purse.&quot;</description><link>http://fromthefrontporch.blogspot.com/2010/01/say-what.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steve Scott)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14993304.post-1296107026325095638</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Jan 2010 03:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-10T19:56:50.713-08:00</atom:updated><title>Today Tomorrow</title><description>Our two year old: &quot;Dad, what&#39;s today?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &quot;Today is Sunday.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Two year old: &quot;No. Today is tomorrow,&quot; followed by a big smile.</description><link>http://fromthefrontporch.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-tomorrow.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Steve Scott)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>