<?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-6376474177325148572</id><updated>2012-01-19T04:53:02.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Y Cam</title><subtitle type='html'>Ramblings about faith, life, work, family and friends!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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>121</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376474177325148572.post-4077153459979254940</id><published>2011-12-27T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T22:25:19.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NERF WARS</title><summary type='text'>Many years ago when they were creating American Holidays, someone suggested, “Why don’t we get together and just eat a lot?”

“But we do that every day,” was the response.“OK, let’s get together and eat a lot with people that annoy the hell out of us!”That sentiment makes Christmas so stressful. Parties with in-laws, aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces, nephews and even neighborhood and work parties </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/4077153459979254940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=4077153459979254940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/4077153459979254940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/4077153459979254940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2011/12/nerf-wars.html' title='NERF WARS'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-794337669816251773</id><published>2011-12-11T22:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T22:54:53.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winning the Lottery</title><summary type='text'>Last week was an emotional roller coaster. I was selected to serve on a jury for a child sex abuse case. I will share in a future post about the jury duty, but the week made me think about Ken Tay Lee.

I met Ken Tay Lee 10 years ago when I did a weekend prison ministry. Ken Tay Lee was who I was matched up with over the weekend. He was 15 years old and a convicted murderer. Ken T ay Lee will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/794337669816251773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=794337669816251773' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/794337669816251773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/794337669816251773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2011/12/winning-lottery.html' title='Winning the Lottery'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l_Xo6l1EPp8/TuV6VPvJrLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Li7NG8lYlL0/s72-c/ken+tay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376474177325148572.post-2155259962344718355</id><published>2011-12-01T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T09:02:39.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>December - Where Work Goes to Die</title><summary type='text'>From Thanksgiving until the Monday after January 1st, work is sparse. People stock pile vacation so they can be off the week between Christmas and New Year’s Day and that basically lops off close to 25% efficiency for the month. Throw in those wacky Christmas Parties, the general secret Santa shopping trips (hey it’s for work) and you have a month that is pretty much inconvenienced by the work </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/2155259962344718355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=2155259962344718355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/2155259962344718355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/2155259962344718355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-where-work-goes-to-die.html' title='December - Where Work Goes to Die'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k7xICUi09QY/TteInDEp8cI/AAAAAAAAAG4/NplBtzfp7V8/s72-c/Dont-Do-This-At-Your-Office-Christmas-Party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376474177325148572.post-7746897288358591347</id><published>2011-10-31T20:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T20:59:11.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Tebow</title><summary type='text'>Dear Stephen,

First, I want to tell you that I may be the only Detroit Lions fan﻿ in North Carolina. And I am really jazzed about being 6-2. After the last 5 years of Lions football, I can't believe what is happening.

But I have to tell you, when you mocked Tim Tebow Sunday by acting like you were praying or doing the Tebow, well that just looked sad.

You see, the Lions haven't done anything </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/7746897288358591347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=7746897288358591347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/7746897288358591347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/7746897288358591347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2011/10/dont-tebow.html' title='Don&apos;t Tebow'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cpWVS4c2YaA/Tq8_EglhonI/AAAAAAAAAGo/96LVw7Nhgjo/s72-c/tebowing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376474177325148572.post-84121464095613985</id><published>2011-10-16T12:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T12:17:25.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Call Me If You Need Me Coach</title><summary type='text'>There are two things that all men think they can do; build a fire and coach football.

As the saying goes, “I resemble that remark.” Every Friday night I sit in the stands at my son's high school football game and mumble what play they need to call, I scream at refs and often moan at the costly turnovers. If I had a clip board I would toss it! 

I don’t want to be the head coach. I want to be the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/84121464095613985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=84121464095613985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/84121464095613985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/84121464095613985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2011/10/call-me-if-you-need-me-coach.html' title='Call Me If You Need Me Coach'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lbb38JN8b6Q/Tpr_tE2AwII/AAAAAAAAAGg/UrTpobCTung/s72-c/mike_ditka_coach_photofile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376474177325148572.post-5946879856993897070</id><published>2011-10-03T15:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T15:52:24.347-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4th Annual Leadership Summit</title><summary type='text'>﻿ 

(L-R John Barker, Sr., Cameron Corder, and Jim Morgan)
﻿ Getting ready to host the Leadership Summit this week. It is a busy week, but the best week of my year. Three days of golf and fellowship high lighted by the key note address by Jim Morgan, CEO of Krispy Kreme.

Often times, leaders get caught up in the day to day work that just bogs you down. You end up living a life of "Ground Hog Day</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/5946879856993897070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=5946879856993897070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/5946879856993897070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/5946879856993897070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2011/10/4th-annual-leadership-summit.html' title='4th Annual Leadership Summit'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sftyjUmqddM/TooQbSd-j3I/AAAAAAAAAGc/3F_QWO_SpuE/s72-c/Prayer+Breakfast+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376474177325148572.post-2839418828401284512</id><published>2011-08-30T11:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T11:59:15.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BUZZ SPEAK</title><summary type='text'>I had to post a job vacancy today. I have advertised this job once before but after a round of interviews we just didn’t find the right fit. 


Hiring can get quite comical. You can almost tell how young or how desperate a person is by the amount of BUZZWORDS they use. I miss the days when people used to rely on the fact that they were a “people person.” Now applicants just spew out big words </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/2839418828401284512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=2839418828401284512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/2839418828401284512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/2839418828401284512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2011/08/buzz-speak.html' title='BUZZ SPEAK'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-5051648592894070738</id><published>2011-08-19T08:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T08:36:37.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>EARN THIS</title><summary type='text'>It was crazy on the Friday morning that I flew home from Dallas. Maybe it was because I bottled in so much emotion that week, but about ¾ of the way through the flight, I started to cry. After about a minute the little old lady in the center seat reached over and just held my hand. She never said a word and I never looked up. It was just a warm motherly squeeze. For a second I almost leaned over </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/5051648592894070738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=5051648592894070738' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/5051648592894070738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/5051648592894070738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2011/08/earn-this.html' title='EARN THIS'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1lNl4uSThxc/Tk5X5j_1s-I/AAAAAAAAAGY/hxIM9uRzxzE/s72-c/Jennifer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376474177325148572.post-3447195680374877929</id><published>2011-07-18T21:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T21:48:45.642-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LIVESTRONG</title><summary type='text'>2 ½ years ago I went online and in 30 seconds I became a certified minister. I joked that I could do weddings, bar mitzvahs, and probably a few satanic rituals. 

I did it so I could marry my best friend and the love of his life, who was his live in companion of more than a decade. She would tell people, “I have been raising three kids for the past decade with this man. I don’t need much more to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/3447195680374877929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=3447195680374877929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/3447195680374877929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/3447195680374877929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2011/07/livestrong.html' title='LIVESTRONG'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wy5mxguH9u4/TiThi7QVfmI/AAAAAAAAAGU/_vCvARnvxd0/s72-c/Jennifer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376474177325148572.post-6483121262002482718</id><published>2011-06-28T22:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T07:34:02.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coach Valvano and Lorenzo Charles</title><summary type='text'>The tragic death of Lorenzo Charles has made all basketball fans reflect back to 1983. One of the great quotes I read today was from Thurl Bailey, “Coach V and Lo had a big hug in heaven.”

The '83 National Championship run of the NC State Wolfpack is being remembered and lauded as one of the top 10 greatest feats in all of sports. As a Tar Heel fan I think that may be a little extreme, but it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/6483121262002482718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=6483121262002482718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/6483121262002482718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/6483121262002482718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2011/06/coach-valvano-and-lorenzo-charles.html' title='Coach Valvano and Lorenzo Charles'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PLA-7ezwDaU/TgqPXgg0N1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/75wzhm2ukmg/s72-c/lorenzo_charles_si.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376474177325148572.post-7365398802599090921</id><published>2011-06-16T08:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T08:53:15.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fight Between My Heart and My Head</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday Ryanne came to me while I was working out and said, “Can we talk without you getting mad?” “Sure,” my heart said and then my mind chimed in, “Did you wreck your car?”

“No, but if now is not a good time we can talk later,” she added. “Honey, just spit it out,” smiled my heart. “I can’t kill you here, because there are too many witnesses,” laughed the brain.

Well the short story is that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/7365398802599090921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=7365398802599090921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/7365398802599090921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/7365398802599090921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2011/06/fight-between-my-heart-and-my-head.html' title='A Fight Between My Heart and My Head'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-30w-YNEpyeY/Tfn8HqVJ6bI/AAAAAAAAAGE/OvdiY2xjAv4/s72-c/Lucifer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376474177325148572.post-8039526278005322587</id><published>2011-05-21T22:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T22:30:24.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Paternal Instinct</title><summary type='text'>Ryanne has become quite the runner. She made the State Championship in Cross Country this Fall and recently made the state Championships in the 1600 meters. This is pretty amazing considering she doesn't even train. 
I am new to all of this track stuff but I have been amazed at the organization of the events. It runs like clock work and utilizes dozens of volunteers that work in concert around </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/8039526278005322587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=8039526278005322587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/8039526278005322587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/8039526278005322587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2011/05/paternal-instinct.html' title='Paternal Instinct'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1JPq9f6G9CI/Tdh1Ion57FI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_Fd460elDDI/s72-c/ryanne+runs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376474177325148572.post-4824526448293049090</id><published>2011-05-07T21:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T21:34:18.621-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HUGGIES</title><summary type='text'>Friday I was visited by an old friend. Jack used to work for me and it had been over a year since we had seen each other. When he walked in my office he stuck out his hand for me to shake, but I said, “Come on now, we hug in this family.” We hugged like long lost brothers.

Hugging in the work place can be awkward, especially with people you see every day. It is nothing to hug that friend that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/4824526448293049090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=4824526448293049090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/4824526448293049090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/4824526448293049090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2011/05/huggies.html' title='HUGGIES'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-843560624940556052</id><published>2011-04-22T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T22:11:55.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Friend Me....I Can't Take the Rejection</title><summary type='text'>Facebook makes me flash back to being 16 again.


Just a few months ago I watched this girl I went to high school with join Facebook and start “friending” everyone…..except me. What did I do wrong? We were friends back then I think? Did she not remember me? Do I have internet bad breath? Finally after a month, I broke down and “friended” her. And guess what? She accepted. 

I worried at first </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/843560624940556052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=843560624940556052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/843560624940556052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/843560624940556052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-friend-mei-cant-take-rejection.html' title='Just Friend Me....I Can&apos;t Take the Rejection'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VrVB9T1QnC0/TbI0RVt2_KI/AAAAAAAAAF4/j4yrOaEZUEI/s72-c/kevin-arnold-winnie-cooper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376474177325148572.post-2395997815618838404</id><published>2011-03-29T21:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T08:10:10.067-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest College Basketball Player of All Time</title><summary type='text'>A few years ago I took one of my board members (let’s just call him Ralph) to a Y Christian Leadership Conference. On the plane Ralph discussed that he loved Carolina so much that if they lost, it ruined his day, and if the Heels lost to Duke it ruined his week. Ralph commented that he hated Duke and everything about Duke. “I’m a grown man, and I hate that the success of my week is based on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/2395997815618838404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=2395997815618838404' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/2395997815618838404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/2395997815618838404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2011/03/greatest-college-basketball-player-of.html' title='The Greatest College Basketball Player of All Time'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5dPqWLZm5f8/TZKEeURZQwI/AAAAAAAAAF0/nsncMesCo0E/s72-c/Laettner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376474177325148572.post-6400160637957193186</id><published>2011-03-22T08:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T08:06:12.941-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Why You Should Never Fall in Love</title><summary type='text'>It all starts so innocently when a friend says, “I have someone I want you to meet. She is really cool. No pressure and no strings attached. Let’s just all go out and have a good time.” That sounds simple enough and exactly what you are looking for. OK, I against my better judgment I went along for the ride.

But then you find that you have so much in common. She really understands you. The more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/6400160637957193186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=6400160637957193186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/6400160637957193186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/6400160637957193186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-is-why-you-should-never-fall-in.html' title='This is Why You Should Never Fall in Love'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jgVhtyWMlOA/TYiQit8sGDI/AAAAAAAAAFg/RhxR-5X46O0/s72-c/nuclear_blast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376474177325148572.post-3671910234337295503</id><published>2011-02-20T20:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T23:07:48.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another 70's Music Post</title><summary type='text'>OK, the XM 70's radio channel is creating quite the debate lately. A few weeks back it had me discussing with my daughter the 5 best slow dance songs. Friday night, my 16 year old daughter was ridiculing the station from the back seat. And in the course of an hour, we heard five of the 15 worst songs of the 70's. (Too many to limit to 10)

15. You Light Up My Life - Debbie Boone
14. Candy Man - </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/3671910234337295503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=3671910234337295503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/3671910234337295503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/3671910234337295503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2011/02/another-70s-music-post.html' title='Another 70&apos;s Music Post'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-8201327677790176640</id><published>2011-02-09T08:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T08:26:10.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Straight from My Rabbi</title><summary type='text'>One of the great things in life is making new friends. Not the kind of Facebook click and accept friends, but real sit down over a meal and share friends. I hate that I don't get to see one of my old friends much anymore. Dan Nussbaum and I met several years ago. We are not necessarily what you would call a perfect match for being friends. Dan is from the academic world. My life has seemed to run</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/8201327677790176640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=8201327677790176640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/8201327677790176640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/8201327677790176640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2011/02/straight-from-my-rabbi.html' title='Straight from My Rabbi'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-1534048482858047807</id><published>2011-01-25T09:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T12:22:55.027-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile, People are Watching</title><summary type='text'>By now we have all heard about the Chicago Bears quarterback, Jay Cutler, and his injury in the second half against the Packers. Early critics have villified Cutler for not being tough, giving up on his team or even faking an injury because he wasn't playing good.

I will not go down any of those paths. I just want to say that Jay Cutler is his own worst enemy.

If you are a supervisor of staff </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/1534048482858047807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=1534048482858047807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/1534048482858047807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/1534048482858047807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2011/01/smile-people-are-watching.html' title='Smile, People are Watching'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B6gpuN_cX5M/TT7XuhTP4HI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ZooZXrf1RDQ/s72-c/cutler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376474177325148572.post-6454606013074787556</id><published>2011-01-17T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T20:29:40.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Play Another Slow Jam</title><summary type='text'>
This weekend I spent a long time in the car and the XM radio got locked into 70's music. I was tapping the steering wheel to Steve Miller, The Allmon Brothers, Jim Morrison and the Doobie Brothers when all of a sudden Heatwave's Always and Forever came on. I told the kids to be quiet that this song was in  my all time top 5 slow dance songs!!! And that led to a long discussion, laughter and this</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/6454606013074787556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=6454606013074787556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/6454606013074787556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/6454606013074787556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2011/01/play-another-slow-jam.html' title='Play Another Slow Jam'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B6gpuN_cX5M/TTTsMSBKH-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/qPWonPHFUvk/s72-c/luther.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376474177325148572.post-7079969767312435087</id><published>2010-12-30T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T23:23:23.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Facebook Posters</title><summary type='text'>Posting on Facebook is an art not a science. I have to admit that I am more of a lurker than a poster. But when I do post, I measure the success or failure of that post by it's response. If it gets no response..."crash and burn."

The blog-o-sphere is full of advice of what not to post and how not to post on FB. Too bad most posters don't read this or ignore this advice.

For the last two months </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/7079969767312435087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=7079969767312435087' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/7079969767312435087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/7079969767312435087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2010/12/best-facebook-posters.html' title='The Best Facebook Posters'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-3108806978677495229</id><published>2010-12-23T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T22:41:59.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>People I will Miss</title><summary type='text'>Leslie Nielsen – His Airplane lines have become part of my basic language. I probably say, “Stop calling me Shirley” at least once a month. 


Tom Bosley – The show Happy Days has to be one of the top 5 most impactful shows in my life. Mr. C was the quintessential father, always offering Joanie and Ritchie such great advice. 

Barbara Billingsley – Just once in my life I want to come home and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/3108806978677495229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=3108806978677495229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/3108806978677495229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/3108806978677495229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2010/12/people-i-will-miss.html' title='People I will Miss'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-2332969850530315631</id><published>2010-12-02T08:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T17:08:39.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BAD COACHES</title><summary type='text'>Working for the YMCA, I have been so blessed to witness some awesome youth sports coaches. I have been fortunate that I have only had to deal with a handful of idiots in my 25 year career.

Recently, the media has addressed coaching behavior in college football by Nebraska's Bo Pellini and also Arizona's Mike Stoops. And recently, coaching behavior has invaded the life of my own kids.

It is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/2332969850530315631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=2332969850530315631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/2332969850530315631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/2332969850530315631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2010/12/bad-coaches.html' title='BAD COACHES'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B6gpuN_cX5M/TPedqkqLgFI/AAAAAAAAAFM/EKHWsb-VHpw/s72-c/Knight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376474177325148572.post-1908171078440063639</id><published>2010-11-11T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T15:01:37.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks From a Grateful Country</title><summary type='text'>Enjoy this special video on Veterans Day.

Soldiers surprising their families (Click Link)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/1908171078440063639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=1908171078440063639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/1908171078440063639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/1908171078440063639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanks-from-grateful-country.html' title='Thanks From a Grateful Country'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-3046825571561584697</id><published>2010-10-28T21:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T22:25:12.588-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Title IX is a Joke</title><summary type='text'>In it's original intent it was supposed to create some equality in sports offerings. That is why today, there are as many women's sports teams as men's teams. 

But it is all a sham. A complete sham and a big flim-flam. It's a monumental hoax.

25 years ago when I coached, I joked about Title IX, only to have an old coach tell me, "wait til you have daughters and you will think differently." So </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/3046825571561584697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=3046825571561584697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/3046825571561584697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/3046825571561584697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2010/10/title-ix-is-joke.html' title='Title IX is a Joke'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B6gpuN_cX5M/TMopZ_4shuI/AAAAAAAAAFI/0Vio_CfIf8Y/s72-c/summit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376474177325148572.post-2878542539889464797</id><published>2010-09-27T21:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T07:46:08.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Tough Work but Somebody Has to do It!</title><summary type='text'>As I prepare to lead the 3rd annual CEO Leadership Summit, I am getting excited about being around true servant leaders. These leaders don’t wait for the perfect time to use their gifts. Instead, they see opportunities to reach out, serve others and lead their organizations every day.


These 3 days will not be about finding some quantum-leap moment to improve our leadership skills, but it will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/2878542539889464797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=2878542539889464797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/2878542539889464797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/2878542539889464797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2010/09/as-i-prepare-to-lead-3rd-annual-ceo.html' title='It&apos;s Tough Work but Somebody Has to do It!'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B6gpuN_cX5M/TKFFFVxYcpI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zaEG5DPluPs/s72-c/Ryder+Cup+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376474177325148572.post-657436048974505262</id><published>2010-09-11T21:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T07:30:14.164-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WE ARE.....T.J.</title><summary type='text'>I say “WE ARE” and you say “TJ.” “WE ARE…..”
I think it’s funny how you said TJ out loud even though you are reading my blog!!!!

But that is the chant I kept hearing over and over Friday night as my kids charter school, Thomas Jefferson Classical Academy, played their first ever home football contest. Headmaster, Joe Maimone and Head Football Coach, Tony Helton, were walking on air. I am sure </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/657436048974505262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=657436048974505262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/657436048974505262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/657436048974505262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2010/09/we-aretj.html' title='WE ARE.....T.J.'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B6gpuN_cX5M/TI2JVYDsewI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MMk6xtkAJ9Y/s72-c/tj+football.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376474177325148572.post-530692391660965828</id><published>2010-08-23T22:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T08:15:12.239-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Employee</title><summary type='text'>In this week's Sports Illustrated, there is an article on Jets Fullback Tony Richardson. Richardson is a 17 year veteran who people keep waiting to retire but he continues to out play the younger players (called Terminators) each season. Here is what SI says about him.

He's not especially big—barely 6'1" and a steady 238 pounds year after year—not especially fast, not especially elusive. What he</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/530692391660965828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=530692391660965828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/530692391660965828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/530692391660965828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2010/08/perfect-employee.html' title='Perfect Employee'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B6gpuN_cX5M/THMzvFXORvI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ik8SOYyEzXs/s72-c/trichardson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376474177325148572.post-3162848508001580216</id><published>2010-08-16T21:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T21:22:10.612-04:00</updated><title type='text'>August Thoughts</title><summary type='text'>• “Are you ready for some football?” said in my favorite Hank Williams voice.

• Can’t wait for those Golden Helmets and those Carolina Blues to hit the field! 

• I think a great new business venture would be text books on a Kindle. I know companies are doing that. The problem is that the college book store business will drastically change and how do they make “Kindle” profitable for publishers </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/3162848508001580216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=3162848508001580216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/3162848508001580216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/3162848508001580216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-thoughts.html' title='August Thoughts'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-4665049241338797109</id><published>2010-07-28T09:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T09:52:09.437-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Understands Tragedy?</title><summary type='text'>Why? I can see how easy it is to cry out, "Why have you forsaken me?"

Who understands when the unexplainable happens? I have walked around numb for about 4 days now trying to figure out how and why tragedy strikes. One of two things happen during tragedy, you either run from God or to him. Yesterday during my workout I turned to Him and let my ipod play Bebo Norman, Nicole Mullen, Casting Crowns</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/4665049241338797109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=4665049241338797109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/4665049241338797109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/4665049241338797109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2010/07/who-understands-tragedy.html' title='Who Understands Tragedy?'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B6gpuN_cX5M/TFA1oCF8gVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/o6zAR76fG1M/s72-c/_MG_1249.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376474177325148572.post-953444115250375076</id><published>2010-07-24T22:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T22:47:55.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Repeat post - BRAWL at THE BEACH</title><summary type='text'>It will not be long before the school bells start ringing again and it signals the end of another hectic summer. The summer of 2010 will be highlighted just like every summer for the past 16 summers; It is the annual Johnson family (my in-laws) beach trip.

Let me describe the week for you. 5 families, 18 people, and 1 house. More numerical trivia defines the week as 1 kitchen, 4 bathrooms, 4 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/953444115250375076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=953444115250375076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/953444115250375076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/953444115250375076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2010/07/repeat-post-brawl-at-beach.html' title='Repeat post - BRAWL at THE BEACH'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-2382072844620112771</id><published>2010-07-12T21:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T21:28:05.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Visit to Sundance, UT</title><summary type='text'>
This place in the mountains, amid nature's casualness toward death and birth, is the perfect host for the inspiration of ideas: harsh at times, life threatening in its winters of destruction, but tender in attention to the details of every petal of every wildflower resurrected in the spring. Nature and creativity obey the same laws, to the same end: life.- Robert Redford

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/2382072844620112771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=2382072844620112771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/2382072844620112771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/2382072844620112771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2010/07/sundance.html' title='Our Visit to Sundance, UT'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B6gpuN_cX5M/TDvAUenaH4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/_PIHC-jFK6I/s72-c/Utah+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376474177325148572.post-4020473014607510999</id><published>2010-06-25T15:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T15:36:17.647-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SAME OLD, SAME OLD</title><summary type='text'>One of my favorite preachers is Mike Breaux, and he describes the “same old life” this way.

“You get up at the same old time, shut off the same old alarm clock, walk in the same old bathroom, look at the same old face in the same old mirror, get in the same old shower, dry off with the same old towel and put on the same old clothes.

Then you walk down to the same old kitchen, get out the same </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/4020473014607510999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=4020473014607510999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/4020473014607510999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/4020473014607510999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2010/06/same-old-same-old.html' title='SAME OLD, SAME OLD'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-3023676187713776474</id><published>2010-06-08T10:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T10:33:03.167-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Thought I Wasn't Looking - By Mary Korzan</title><summary type='text'>When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator,
and I wanted to paint another one.


When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw you feed a stray cat,
and I thought it was good to be kind to animals.


When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw you make my favorite cake for me,
and I knew that little things are special things.


When you thought I wasn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/3023676187713776474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=3023676187713776474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/3023676187713776474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/3023676187713776474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-you-thought-i-wasnt-looking-by.html' title='When You Thought I Wasn&apos;t Looking - By Mary Korzan'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-7889367242761848845</id><published>2010-06-04T09:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T09:50:50.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'>John Wooden is One of My Heroes</title><summary type='text'>John Wooden, legendary college basketball coach, will pass away soon at the age of 99. I am sad because I so enjoy reading his journals, his poems, watching videos of his lectures and speeches. Here are a few excerpts from an article on him that I have kept for a decade.

On the 21st of the month, the best man I know will do what he always does on the 21st of the month. He'll sit down and pen a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/7889367242761848845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=7889367242761848845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/7889367242761848845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/7889367242761848845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2010/06/john-wooden-is-one-of-my-heroes.html' title='John Wooden is One of My Heroes'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-2766144495053940281</id><published>2010-05-27T08:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T08:47:16.532-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Myths All Graduates Should Know</title><summary type='text'>I heard David Chadwick share this in a sermon several years back


1. This world is all there is – I pray that you find that spiritual connectedness to God that becomes your core!

2. Your outsides are more important than your insides – We are bombarded with the notion about looks and beauty. The reality is that we should look for the content of a person’s heart and character

3. Your net worth </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/2766144495053940281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=2766144495053940281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/2766144495053940281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/2766144495053940281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2010/05/10-myths-all-graduates-should-know.html' title='10 Myths All Graduates Should Know'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-6666924271748289682</id><published>2010-05-19T08:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T08:30:24.419-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambition</title><summary type='text'>Who was that old guy in the commercial that said, “Confidence is sexy, Don’t you think?” I can’t recall his name but he was also the cowboy in the Billy Crystal movie where they herd cattle on vacation. Have you ever had a senior moment where you can’t quite remember things?I love people with confidence. Often times on interviews people will interpret it as arrogance but I can often see a big </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/6666924271748289682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=6666924271748289682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/6666924271748289682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/6666924271748289682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2010/05/ambition.html' title='Ambition'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-7143813110014753157</id><published>2010-05-16T21:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T21:03:13.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Couple of Random Thoughts</title><summary type='text'>· I think a great new business venture would be text books on a Kindle. I know companies are doing that. The problem is that the college book store business will drastically change and how do they make that profitable for publishers and universities.· By the way, I don’t own a Kindle. Wish I did though.· I got a new car with a hands free/Bluetooth phone. My son says since I have stopped texting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/7143813110014753157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=7143813110014753157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/7143813110014753157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/7143813110014753157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-couple-of-random-thoughts.html' title='Just a Couple of Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-7031737965131968836</id><published>2010-05-03T10:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T10:42:26.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Magnanimous</title><summary type='text'>I read an article recently that described the owner of this bakery as a “Magnanimous Worker!” Of course I understood what the author meant but I still had to look it up to be sure. One of the short definitions of magnanimous is “unselfish.”She was an “Unselfish worker!” Wouldn’t we all like to be described that way?All of us are nice. And most of us have these outgoing personalities. I would even</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/7031737965131968836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=7031737965131968836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/7031737965131968836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/7031737965131968836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2010/05/magnanimous.html' title='Magnanimous'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-316078593604880580</id><published>2010-04-22T08:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T08:54:57.045-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keepin it Real (From the 2004 archives)</title><summary type='text'>I wrote this in 2004 to the Y membershipMy six-year old son Brooks got a soundtrack CD from the movie Holes for Christmas. He begged me to play it so that we could listen to it in the car. The first song on the track was this RAP song, and I instantly hit eject and said, “Listen to that stuff on your walkman!”   You see, I am not a big fan of rap music. The Michael McDonald sings Motown CD was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/316078593604880580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=316078593604880580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/316078593604880580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/316078593604880580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2010/04/keepin-it-real-from-2004-archives.html' title='Keepin it Real (From the 2004 archives)'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-146566820802354190</id><published>2010-04-11T20:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T20:33:07.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'>15</title><summary type='text'>I created a monster. About three years ago, I was trying to work in the yard but the kids kept bothering me. “I’m bored. There’s nothing to do,” they whined. April banished them from the house because there is only so much TV you can watch! “Dad, do something with us or take us to the Y!”So I made up the game 15.It wouldn’t be so bad except that I told them that I was the neighborhood champion. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/146566820802354190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=146566820802354190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/146566820802354190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/146566820802354190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2010/04/15.html' title='15'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B6gpuN_cX5M/S8Jp_2O02pI/AAAAAAAAAD0/XAeWLJc2h4M/s72-c/Brooks15.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376474177325148572.post-6817597835808773175</id><published>2010-04-01T08:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T08:58:14.922-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Competitive Spirit</title><summary type='text'>Anyone that doesn’t believe in the power of leadership needs to look no further than this year’s North Carolina basketball team and compare it to last year’s team. Oh, I know that there was tremendous talent on last year’s team but they had something extra….they had leadership.I would wager a month’s salary that the tempo, effort and tenacity at practices with last year’s team were far greater </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/6817597835808773175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=6817597835808773175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/6817597835808773175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/6817597835808773175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2010/04/competitive-spirit.html' title='Competitive Spirit'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B6gpuN_cX5M/S7SYYBjsbZI/AAAAAAAAADs/JKuy4Uyn0ms/s72-c/tyler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376474177325148572.post-9098813514415235298</id><published>2010-03-20T21:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T21:07:23.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My NCAA Bracket</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/9098813514415235298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=9098813514415235298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/9098813514415235298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/9098813514415235298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-ncaa-bracket.html' title='My NCAA Bracket'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B6gpuN_cX5M/S6VxKqRS2wI/AAAAAAAAADk/TT8tsDbmE8I/s72-c/nuclear_blast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376474177325148572.post-2358073194031428181</id><published>2010-03-13T16:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T17:44:02.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DC</title><summary type='text'> While I was in Washington, DC this week, I went running. It was borderline spectacular to watch the sun peek up over the horizon as I circled the White House."Good morning Mr. President and Michelle!"The Washington monument reminded me of.....well it reminded me of what I discussed about two blogs ago!I got chills as I ran through the War Memorials, and I could swear that as I passed the Lincoln</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/2358073194031428181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=2358073194031428181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/2358073194031428181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/2358073194031428181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2010/03/dc.html' title='DC'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B6gpuN_cX5M/S5wIja7jY-I/AAAAAAAAADc/toVTeqDN7t0/s72-c/DC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376474177325148572.post-5615220186704237407</id><published>2010-03-05T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T09:57:47.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and Melissa</title><summary type='text'>I got to spend 72 minutes with one of my all time favorite people. It was awesome to catch up with more than just a Christmas Card, email or Facebook message.I am a little distraught in that I look like her father. I don't know why that surprises me, she looked much better than me 25 years ago too!Can we pull off a Holly Tree neighborhood reunion?"Growing up happens in a heartbeat. One day you're</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/5615220186704237407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=5615220186704237407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/5615220186704237407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/5615220186704237407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2010/03/me-and-melissa.html' title='Me and Melissa'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B6gpuN_cX5M/S5HFHWh8VcI/AAAAAAAAADM/NDIeWCOEWRg/s72-c/melissa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376474177325148572.post-5392220819675134146</id><published>2010-02-25T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T21:06:07.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite All Time Rick Reilly Article</title><summary type='text'>CRUNCH TIME FOR DAD - June 6th, 2005Dad?Yeah, son?What's that on the TV?Oh, well, pal, that's, uh, that's the volume control. But we usually just use the remote. Like this.No, Dad. The commercial. What's Viagrow?Via-GRA. Well, that's, see, that's nothing you really need to know about until you're on, like, your third hip.Mom said I was supposed to ask you. Viagra, See Alice and Lavoris--she said </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/5392220819675134146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=5392220819675134146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/5392220819675134146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/5392220819675134146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-favorite-all-time-rick-reilly.html' title='My Favorite All Time Rick Reilly Article'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-6867351779785288293</id><published>2010-02-06T10:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T12:27:41.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Yah-Yah</title><summary type='text'> Recently I took our Y Executive team on a bench marking trip to visit DAXKO in Birmingham, AL. DAXKO is a fast growing tech company that is one of our key partners. (Thanks to CEO, David Gray and VP of People, Kris Dunn for their time.)One of the funny things that we learned about their culture is they have this principle rule around the office called “No Yah-Yah.” It doesn’t sound like the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/6867351779785288293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=6867351779785288293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/6867351779785288293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/6867351779785288293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-yah-yah.html' title='No Yah-Yah'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B6gpuN_cX5M/S24csY0WSjI/AAAAAAAAADE/09LdF8ICbs8/s72-c/Daxko+visit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376474177325148572.post-2706880110987343713</id><published>2010-02-04T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T17:17:49.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Strategic Leadership</title><summary type='text'>It seems that we constantly go faster and faster toward the future. Getting their faster is only making us anxious. What if as leaders, we realize we cannot create the future we want by increasing the speed of change, by increasing the rush and the chaos? At some point it's up to us to say, "We must take time to think. We must take time to reflect." I think this is one of the most courageous acts</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/2706880110987343713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=2706880110987343713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/2706880110987343713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/2706880110987343713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2010/02/strategic-leadership.html' title='Strategic Leadership'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B6gpuN_cX5M/S2siX0IRgPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/490VqIHQhQ0/s72-c/Prayer+Breakfast+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376474177325148572.post-1045781143811229894</id><published>2010-02-03T08:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T08:17:50.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>POISE</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever just lost your cool? What would it take for you to just go “postal” on someone? In my job, I often have to “bite my tongue” or distract myself in some way just so I want put my foot in my mouth or cause more damage by saying or doing something stupid.Last spring, at my son’s little league baseball game a mom came up to me and just read me the riot act. Right in front of my 15 year </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/1045781143811229894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=1045781143811229894' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/1045781143811229894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/1045781143811229894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2010/02/poise.html' title='POISE'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-8293345753847520636</id><published>2010-01-11T09:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T09:30:37.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Resolution</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/8293345753847520636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=8293345753847520636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/8293345753847520636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/8293345753847520636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-resolution.html' title='New Years Resolution'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B6gpuN_cX5M/S0s2AIp7_oI/AAAAAAAAACs/pj-mWc4M1IM/s72-c/Resolution.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376474177325148572.post-5078012191274203735</id><published>2010-01-06T07:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T08:05:25.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>January 6th! Hall of Fame Day</title><summary type='text'>I don't pay much attention to major league baseball today. It is not the steroids, it is just that my teams suck. I like the Nationals (Expos) and the Orioles.But if we jumped in the "Way Back Machine" I knew my baseball. As a pre-teen, you could name the team and a position and I could tell you the player. Me and my older brother Carey would play Strat-O-Matic baseball so I learned every player.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/5078012191274203735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=5078012191274203735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/5078012191274203735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/5078012191274203735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2010/01/january-6th-hall-of-fame-day.html' title='January 6th! Hall of Fame Day'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B6gpuN_cX5M/S0SJ1SNuJsI/AAAAAAAAACk/TcG9NHct56Q/s72-c/Andre-Dawson-Photograph-C10105675.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376474177325148572.post-7340269577439631196</id><published>2009-12-16T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T09:08:28.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Years</title><summary type='text'>On December 16th, April and I celebrated 20 years of marriage. I wouldn’t call it a huge celebration. We swapped cards, love pats and the occasional we’re getting old joke! Click this link to get a picture of our life.Twenty years ago we got married out in the middle of nowhere (Grays Chapel, NC) and it was less than 10 degrees. Many of the gamblers in attendance on that blessed day had the over/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/7340269577439631196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=7340269577439631196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/7340269577439631196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/7340269577439631196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2009/12/20-years.html' title='20 Years'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-1934730591487829101</id><published>2009-12-02T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T15:51:04.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings while Stuck in the Airport</title><summary type='text'>I feel kind of like the Yugoslavian character Tom Hanks portrayed in the movie Terminal. I have been stuck in the Charlotte airport for the past 5 hours. The plane is in the hanger and they say it will be fixed any time now, mean while it is raining outside like it would if I had a tee time at Augusta National. 3 cups of Starbucks and as many trips to the "lav" and the day is pretty much lost. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/1934730591487829101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=1934730591487829101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/1934730591487829101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/1934730591487829101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2009/12/ramblings-while-stuck-in-airport.html' title='Ramblings while Stuck in the Airport'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-3953515267410185502</id><published>2009-11-29T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T21:11:26.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Turkey Trot</title><summary type='text'>Brooks at 12 is getting taller, Ryanne at 15 is getting faster and April at (43 but don't tell her I told) is getting sweeter!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/3953515267410185502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=3953515267410185502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/3953515267410185502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/3953515267410185502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2009/11/turkey-trot.html' title='The Turkey Trot'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B6gpuN_cX5M/SxMpQmFS09I/AAAAAAAAACc/4HvNEmwIhBA/s72-c/Turkey+trot+09+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376474177325148572.post-5634840412289647966</id><published>2009-11-11T08:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T08:12:28.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TEAM</title><summary type='text'>My staff, I mean my team, probably hates that I reflect often about how we are a team. I guess for the non-sports staff, that doesn’t resonate. But everything about a true team resonates within me. I get goose bumps reading or watching about great championship teams and how they came together as one, well-oiled machine..... “Team.”A great teammate has a willingness to lose themselves in the group</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/5634840412289647966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=5634840412289647966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/5634840412289647966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/5634840412289647966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2009/11/team.html' title='TEAM'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-7866834869423361622</id><published>2009-11-08T17:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T18:01:21.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To the Women in Our Lives</title><summary type='text'>I read this last week. It was written by Leonard Pitts from the Miami Herald. It really expresses how we men feel about ALL women.I am your brother, your father, your husband and your son. I've seen you in church with big hats on, giving children the evil eye. And at the jail on visiting day, shoring up that wayward man. And at the bus stop in the rain on your way to work. And at the dining table</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/7866834869423361622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=7866834869423361622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/7866834869423361622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/7866834869423361622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-women-in-our-lives.html' title='To the Women in Our Lives'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-7773897670548092188</id><published>2009-10-21T08:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T08:47:45.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It Takes Skill</title><summary type='text'>Skill is knowing what to do and having the ability to execute. Last week in my pick-up basketball game I threw a long alley-oop pass that swished. When one of the young guys told me how lucky I was, I just winked and replied, “all skill baby.” However, skill is more than knowledge and execution. A skillful person usually has a sense of timing.I admire the skill of an artist, a surgeon, a song </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/7773897670548092188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=7773897670548092188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/7773897670548092188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/7773897670548092188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-takes-skill.html' title='It Takes Skill'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-151773248507379910</id><published>2009-10-17T11:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T11:14:50.175-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Cal Saturday (Repost)</title><summary type='text'>Let me take you back to 1973. I was 9 years old and I had just spent the fall watching the Notre Dame football high light show on Sunday mornings before I went to church. I can still hear the late Lindsay Nelson’s voice say, “And now to further action.”It was a Saturday afternoon in the Spring of 1973. My father had taken me and several of my friends to swim at the Greensboro Central YMCA. As we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/151773248507379910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=151773248507379910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/151773248507379910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/151773248507379910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-cal-saturday-repost.html' title='So Cal Saturday (Repost)'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-3366490588684495276</id><published>2009-09-26T17:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T17:53:24.565-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This card always makes me laugh!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/3366490588684495276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=3366490588684495276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/3366490588684495276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/3366490588684495276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-card-always-makes-me-laugh.html' title=''/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B6gpuN_cX5M/Sr6NIJRVSmI/AAAAAAAAACU/Cg2LU3tv54Y/s72-c/OldAgeRelations.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376474177325148572.post-5979792487106309900</id><published>2009-09-09T14:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T14:56:31.207-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That Parkway Feeling</title><summary type='text'>I spent Labor Day weekend on the Blue Ridge Parkway.It is amazing watching the sun rise up slowly over Buffalo Mountain. Buffalo Mountain in Virginia got its name because it looks like the hump on a buffalo. Young sons would go off hunting with instructions from their mothers that if they can’t see Buffalo Mountain, they have gone too far. There seems to be a 50 mile stretch of the parkway where </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/5979792487106309900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=5979792487106309900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/5979792487106309900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/5979792487106309900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2009/09/that-parkway-feeling.html' title='That Parkway Feeling'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B6gpuN_cX5M/Sqf5MgWyvTI/AAAAAAAAACM/nqxyZZYmlo0/s72-c/hillsville+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376474177325148572.post-3372249955959964392</id><published>2009-08-26T08:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T08:48:59.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Conditioning</title><summary type='text'>Brooks is going to play football for the first time. He is a big guy and is athletic so he should be good. But he has never had a coach really get on him. The first time a coach yells at him, maybe even grabs a little face mask, Brooks may want to quit. He is sensitive like his mother. I am worried that he has never been through the physical nature of football training. I keep encouraging him to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/3372249955959964392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=3372249955959964392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/3372249955959964392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/3372249955959964392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2009/08/conditioning.html' title='Conditioning'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-209508245838958281</id><published>2009-07-22T21:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:39:30.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brawl at the Beach</title><summary type='text'>This is one of my favorite old posts. Updated from the summer of 2007.It will not be long before the school bells start ringing again and it signals the end of another hectic summer. The summer of 2009 will be highlighted just like every summer for the past 15 summers; It is the annual Johnson family (my in-laws) beach trip.Let me describe the week for you. 5 families, 18 people, and 1 house. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/209508245838958281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=209508245838958281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/209508245838958281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/209508245838958281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2009/07/brawl-at-beach.html' title='Brawl at the Beach'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-4682863213795852532</id><published>2009-07-20T17:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T17:33:27.014-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TENACITY</title><summary type='text'>I am trying to make myself a runner. This big body is hard to move. Oh I can swim, take spin class, and do the elliptical all day and sweat like Mark Sanford at a press conference. But I have a hard time making myself run. On Monday I ran the outside track for 30 minutes. Of course, every 5 minutes I had that little voice going, “Go inside and finish on the elliptical. Your shins hurt, you will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/4682863213795852532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=4682863213795852532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/4682863213795852532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/4682863213795852532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2009/07/tenacity.html' title='TENACITY'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-8801148486537336020</id><published>2009-07-08T08:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T09:07:05.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'>INITIATIVE</title><summary type='text'>I think people today are lacking entrepreneurship. Somewhere along the way we lost some moxie, some mojo, the old intestinal fortitude. I have heard the leadership axiom a million times, “Ask for forgiveness, not permission.”Come on folks, let’s try something new!The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again expecting different results. It makes me want to scream, “Do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/8801148486537336020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=8801148486537336020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/8801148486537336020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/8801148486537336020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2009/07/initiative.html' title='INITIATIVE'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-183499334272267660</id><published>2009-07-01T07:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T07:46:06.608-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Signs Your Kid is Having a Bad Time at Summer Camp</title><summary type='text'>10. Daily art brought home signed "Prisoner #325"9. Sounds disappointed when he mentions not being able to use his “epi pen.”8. He's asking you to sprinkle Prozac on his yogurt7. When you pick him up, he proudly shows off his black eye6. Camp director phones and says, "We're concerned about Psycho, I mean your son"5. "Craft time" is 14 hours of cleaning the grout in the locker rooms4. His name: "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/183499334272267660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=183499334272267660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/183499334272267660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/183499334272267660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2009/07/top-10-signs-your-kid-is-having-bad.html' title='Top 10 Signs Your Kid is Having a Bad Time at Summer Camp'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-6866026350685385909</id><published>2009-06-29T20:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T20:58:15.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LISTEN FIRST</title><summary type='text'>Don’t you hate when you will speak to someone and then after a few minutes they say, “Were you talking to me?” I know my wife hates when I do that! And it is funny how multiple eye witnesses can come up with the totally different reports on hair color, or make of car or clothing. Often times I may be introduced to someone and 5 seconds later I have forgotten their name!At the Y, we have worked on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/6866026350685385909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=6866026350685385909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/6866026350685385909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/6866026350685385909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2009/06/listen-first.html' title='LISTEN FIRST'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-2271790943369083540</id><published>2009-06-17T08:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T08:31:42.774-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SELF – CONTROL</title><summary type='text'>One of my friends was describing driving by an intersection and watching two people standing beside their cars just pummeling each other. What would have to happen for you to get that angry?  When our emotions take over, the execution of our actions is at peril. When emotions dominate our actions, we make mistakes.I have done this experiment many times. When I have a smooth and steady golf swing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/2271790943369083540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=2271790943369083540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/2271790943369083540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/2271790943369083540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2009/06/self-control.html' title='SELF – CONTROL'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-7874541689730153870</id><published>2009-06-10T19:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T20:12:34.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Observations</title><summary type='text'>While working out tonight, I was listening to my ipod and watching TV. Mulit-tasking and multi-inspired I had two thoughts that I want to share.First - The scene where Jamie Lee Curtis dances for "Ahnold"  in the movie True Lies is one of the great scenes in movie history.* How does she do Activa commercials today?Second - The songwriter for Taylor Swift is pretty good. I have been trying for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/7874541689730153870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=7874541689730153870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/7874541689730153870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/7874541689730153870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2009/06/quick-observations.html' title='Quick Observations'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-3337043262279277135</id><published>2009-06-02T13:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:39:06.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LOYALTY</title><summary type='text'>I love some pretty crazy sports teams. I am embarrassed to say that I love the Detroit Lions, maybe the worst team in the NFL the last 20 years. I also love the Washington Nationals, Baltimore Orioles, the Utah Jazz, all things Notre Dame and UNC Tar Heels. If it weren’t for my beloved Tar Heels my sports life would be close to miserable.The fact that I love the Washington Nationals is funny to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/3337043262279277135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=3337043262279277135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/3337043262279277135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/3337043262279277135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2009/06/loyalty.html' title='LOYALTY'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-4028506238606833405</id><published>2009-05-25T09:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T09:38:34.174-04:00</updated><title type='text'>COOPERATION</title><summary type='text'>John Wooden says, “With all levels of your co-workers – listen if you want to be heard and be interested in finding the best way, not in having your own way.”Some people just like to work alone. I know there are many jobs out there that require such isolation: writers, scientists, painters, etc. But for me, I love the dynamic of a group or a team. Working with others helps me reach my potential </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/4028506238606833405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=4028506238606833405' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/4028506238606833405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/4028506238606833405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2009/05/cooperation.html' title='COOPERATION'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-8730077807872789231</id><published>2009-05-13T09:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T11:40:39.194-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendships</title><summary type='text'>When I ask staff what they love best about their job they say it’s the people. That is 100% of the time. There is not much hesitation either. The relationships we form working side by side with people for 40, 50, 60 hours per week makes a tremendous impact on us. In most cases, we actually spend more time with our friends at work than we do our family. My friends in other spheres of my life think</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/8730077807872789231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=8730077807872789231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/8730077807872789231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/8730077807872789231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2009/05/friendships.html' title='Friendships'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-1768981989225536958</id><published>2009-05-07T13:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T13:53:36.357-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Enthusiasm</title><summary type='text'>I cringe when I hear people talk about hating their job. These people get out of bed saying, “Good Lord it’s morning” versus “Good morning Lord.” That puts them at a distinct disadvantage, because I truly believe that you have to enjoy what you do in order to succeed.I know there always days where you are less productive than other days. If you are like me you have to force yourself on some level</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/1768981989225536958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=1768981989225536958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/1768981989225536958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/1768981989225536958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2009/05/enthusiasm.html' title='Enthusiasm'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-3349810767447405155</id><published>2009-04-29T09:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T09:25:44.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PLANNING</title><summary type='text'>I read the other day that if you want to make God laugh, tell him about your future plans. I can just see him laughing at me and saying, “Sure you are…..no Cam, I know the plans I have for you.”It is funny how some of my most productive days happen when I just clear my desk and plan. I spend time re-prioritizing and outlining the next day or the next week or the next month. That kind of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/3349810767447405155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=3349810767447405155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/3349810767447405155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/3349810767447405155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2009/04/planning.html' title='PLANNING'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-2033909587705943253</id><published>2009-04-16T14:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T14:50:45.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Work</title><summary type='text'>One funny thing that came out in the staff satisfaction survey is that staff watches each other work. Staff looks at when they come to work, when they leave and what they do while they are here. It is a constant measurement about “are they working as hard as I am?”Hard work is a funny thing. You always hear the good salesman talk about how he doesn’t work hard but he works smart. Just recently we</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/2033909587705943253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=2033909587705943253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/2033909587705943253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/2033909587705943253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2009/04/hard-work.html' title='Hard Work'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-6961584722325921295</id><published>2009-03-25T05:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T05:51:33.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday April</title><summary type='text'>Dear April,I hope today is a great day for you. I am sorry that I am out of town. But you know that after 20 years of marriage even when I am gone you are never far from my heart.I have to thank one of my old high school buddies for connecting me with this song. Wanted to save it until our anniversary in December but just can't wait. The words are so perfect. Just click on the Happy Birthday link</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/6961584722325921295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=6961584722325921295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/6961584722325921295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/6961584722325921295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-april.html' title='Happy Birthday April'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-2232444755969735776</id><published>2009-03-10T08:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T08:33:36.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Authentic Leadership</title><summary type='text'>I don’t know if I would have said this 25 years ago when my YMCA career started but today I feel that my faith and my leadership are so integrated that they are now hard to separate. Somewhere over the last decade I have felt a sincere calling from God to develop and focus on my leadership. I have had to sit and pray about my spiritual gifts and to ask if leadership is one of them. Some people </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/2232444755969735776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=2232444755969735776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/2232444755969735776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/2232444755969735776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2009/03/authentic-leadership.html' title='Authentic Leadership'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-566973540835583347</id><published>2009-02-27T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:03:40.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emmaus</title><summary type='text'>My brother died 6 years ago this week. Below is something I shared with friends.04/22/03Dear Friends,I want to thank you all for your thoughts and prayers for my family and me in the last few months. Carey and I were very close and I finally feel that I am back to work and giving focus to my job. There would be no other way to survive this, without all of you and I thank you. During this Easter </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/566973540835583347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=566973540835583347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/566973540835583347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/566973540835583347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2009/02/emmaus.html' title='Emmaus'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-5320365325197744226</id><published>2009-02-13T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T22:58:42.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Timing</title><summary type='text'>My 11 year old son Brooks has unbelievable comedic timing.This week, Ryanne had a playoff basketball game against Winston Salem Prep (WSP). On the way to the game, I shared the old joke about the sea captain and his red shirt. Click here to read joke. At dinner prior to the game the coach was sharing that he had done some checking around and he thought we could beat this team.But as WSP walked on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/5320365325197744226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=5320365325197744226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/5320365325197744226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/5320365325197744226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2009/02/great-timing.html' title='Great Timing'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-5612088845233485737</id><published>2009-01-31T08:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:03:15.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Great Movie Scenes</title><summary type='text'>My family likes to play the game in the car where we list things. Movie scenes came up recently and here were some of mine.Everyone remembers the story of one of the first roommates of different color in the NFL. Brian Song is a wonderful movie about Gayle Sayers and Brian Piccolo and how their friendship developed in the face of Brian Piccolo’s cancer fight. And there is not a man in the world </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/5612088845233485737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=5612088845233485737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/5612088845233485737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/5612088845233485737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2009/01/5-great-movie-scenes.html' title='5 Great Movie Scenes'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-7067349551130007956</id><published>2009-01-24T11:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T19:47:57.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>T'Ville Days</title><summary type='text'>This Facebook stuff is crazy. Asking for friends and being asked to be friends. Posting pictures, adding info, and just researching and trying to find people.I basically have a few groups with which I am connecting and re-connecting. I have my YMCA friends across the country. I have a group of my Shelby friends. I have those old friends from Wingate College days. I have those older friends from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/7067349551130007956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=7067349551130007956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/7067349551130007956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/7067349551130007956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2009/01/tville-days.html' title='T&apos;Ville Days'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B6gpuN_cX5M/SXthxxn6dkI/AAAAAAAAACE/Grk9z82Sx9E/s72-c/pp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376474177325148572.post-3831451984133404920</id><published>2009-01-18T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:16:31.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><summary type='text'>· I miss Paul Newman. Of course I love Butch and Sundance but my favorite movie of his is Cool Hand Luke. The scenes of him forcing down those hard boiled eggs is a riot.· I am sure some of you were expecting me to talk about the car wash scene!· I love great love songs and yesterday on the radio I heard one of the best – Back at One by Brian McKnightOne, you’re like a dream come trueTwo, just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/3831451984133404920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=3831451984133404920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/3831451984133404920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/3831451984133404920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-3182347767760033000</id><published>2009-01-02T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:18:24.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Article</title><summary type='text'>Enjoy this read!ESPN Article</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/3182347767760033000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=3182347767760033000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/3182347767760033000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/3182347767760033000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2009/01/great-article.html' title='Great Article'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-6837017984484091129</id><published>2008-12-23T13:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T18:01:49.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best 2008 Sports Moments</title><summary type='text'>2008 was a great year for sports, so it is hard for me to list my top sports moments for the year.The Olympics were nice but I was not mesmerized by the action so while impressed with Michael Phelps, his feats did not overwhelm me. Nor did the Giants in the super bowl. I am bored with Tiger, he is just too good. I don’t care about the NBA anymore so bah hum bug on the Celtics. With the Tar Heels </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/6837017984484091129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=6837017984484091129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/6837017984484091129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/6837017984484091129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2008/12/best-2008-sports-moments.html' title='Best 2008 Sports Moments'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-8341000679540620668</id><published>2008-12-10T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:37:01.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Days of Introspection</title><summary type='text'>I have spent the last 3 days at a meeting focused on looking at my leadership abilities. Throughout all of this introspection I realized something. I am not that deep. I am pretty normal (Some may say boring) I wish there was more depth and breadth or something that would be remotely interesting. Nope nothing is there!But I did reflect about being on Facebook and Facebook has really allowed me to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/8341000679540620668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=8341000679540620668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/8341000679540620668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/8341000679540620668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2008/12/3-days-of-introspection.html' title='3 Days of Introspection'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-7071437291026454193</id><published>2008-11-22T16:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T16:30:28.509-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets Take the House to DefCon 4</title><summary type='text'>The Corder house is going to DefCon 4.Five 9th grade girls are spending the night tonight. I worked all day in the yard today and while I was getting up leaves I wondered what I would have done as a 9th grade boy if I knew these girls were in the house! OK, this is not good.I'd be calling the house and checking out things....but kids don't call today they text. OK, I will just go check my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/7071437291026454193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=7071437291026454193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/7071437291026454193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/7071437291026454193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2008/11/lets-take-house-to-defcon-4.html' title='Lets Take the House to DefCon 4'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-3967209973657173746</id><published>2008-11-16T19:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:40:03.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Futility</title><summary type='text'>I am embarrassed to say that my favorite NFL football team is the Detroit Lions. I watched them today lose to the Panthers. They are now 0 – 10 and on course to be the first team to lose every game in a single season.Being a Lions fan draws me to a line in one of my favorite all time movies, Plains, Trains and Automobiles. Recently I keep relating to this quote in the movie by the character </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/3967209973657173746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=3967209973657173746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/3967209973657173746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/3967209973657173746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2008/11/futility.html' title='Futility'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-8921041825955064375</id><published>2008-11-06T08:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:18:20.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep an Eye on the Ditch</title><summary type='text'>One morning, as I was about to walk into our Senior Staff meeting, I met a man asking if the YMCA "Prayer Partners" were meeting. You see "Prayer Partners" would meet once a week and it is a time when we do a devotion and list prayer requests for the week. Staff mostly attend it, but occasionally a member will stop by to make a specific prayer request. Unfortunately, this particular morning, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/8921041825955064375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=8921041825955064375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/8921041825955064375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/8921041825955064375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2008/11/keep-eye-on-ditch.html' title='Keep an Eye on the Ditch'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-148604413626445899</id><published>2008-11-03T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:02:57.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Day</title><summary type='text'>The best thing that can happen tomorrow is that it will be over. It seems that the big winners in this election season are the printers, marketing people, TV stations, ad agencies, newspapers and the people that sell canned phone calls.I am starting to get tired of the calls at home, the slanderous slick ads in the mail, and the partisan TV pundits. I am not getting tired of the SNL </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/148604413626445899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=148604413626445899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/148604413626445899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/148604413626445899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-more-day.html' title='One More Day'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-484705671009983581</id><published>2008-10-23T23:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T23:53:18.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Feel So Cool</title><summary type='text'>I am an official member now. Spent the day talking about Gen Xers and Millenials at a Y staff retreat, and now I am an official member of FACEBOOK! It took 5 minutes to register and 27 ½ straight hours of finger blistering and eye straining to find 14 people to sign up as my friend! I have heard from people that I have not heard from in 25 years. I haven’t been able to focus for the past day and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/484705671009983581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=484705671009983581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/484705671009983581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/484705671009983581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-feel-so-cool.html' title='I Feel So Cool'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-726731590024979016</id><published>2008-09-23T21:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:29:09.332-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets Talk Politics</title><summary type='text'>This election doesn’t make any sense. People hate George Bush. For the past 8 years, most people would say that America has lived disastrous times. We have been plagued by war. Our economy has tanked. Our financial giants have crumbled. 80% of the people believe that the nation is falling apart. And with all that the race to be President is a dead heat. That in it self should signal a big “L” for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/726731590024979016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=726731590024979016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/726731590024979016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/726731590024979016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2008/09/lets-talk-politics.html' title='Lets Talk Politics'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-3301427991632732754</id><published>2008-08-29T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T09:34:38.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LABOR DAY RAMBLINGS</title><summary type='text'>· Glad the USA (the Redeem Team) won the basketball gold medal. I wonder if you gave them 6 months to get in shape, how the original Dream Team would do? Play a lot of zone and shoot three’s. Maybe future teams can be recently retired vets?· The USA network has become my favorite station. Burn Notice on Thursday nights and In Plain Sight on Sundays are killer shows. Mary McCormack is HOT!· In the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/3301427991632732754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=3301427991632732754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/3301427991632732754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/3301427991632732754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2008/08/labor-day-ramblings.html' title='LABOR DAY RAMBLINGS'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-2429630482075920837</id><published>2008-08-06T08:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T08:36:21.012-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From My Friend Burnie</title><summary type='text'>Blind Spots: My Pre-Surgery Thoughts This past year I saw much of the world through sun drenched and ‘bug splattered’ windshields as I logged over 20,000 miles of highway travel.  I could not tell you much about those miles but I probably can recall most of the destinations.  I suppose that I focused more on where I wanted to be than where I was at that moment.  However, I clearly recall one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/2429630482075920837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=2429630482075920837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/2429630482075920837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/2429630482075920837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2008/08/from-my-friend-burnie.html' title='From My Friend Burnie'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-8938088409892054099</id><published>2008-08-02T22:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T22:42:12.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts for our High School Seniors</title><summary type='text'>The primary way the gospels present Jesus with his disciples is as people on a journey. Jesus is always moving quickly from place to place, with his poor, sometimes dazed and confused disciples stumbling along after Him. He calls disciples, not to sit down and rest with Him, not to build great stone buildings where they can settle down with Him; rather He calls disciples to move with Him.Our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/8938088409892054099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=8938088409892054099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/8938088409892054099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/8938088409892054099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2008/08/thoughts-for-our-high-school-seniors.html' title='Thoughts for our High School Seniors'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-4604547503105534067</id><published>2008-07-18T09:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T09:50:24.889-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom and Knowledge for Y Staff</title><summary type='text'>“Give me now wisdom and knowledge to go out and come in before this people, for who can govern this people of yours, which is so great?” (2 Chronicles 1:10)Solomon must have felt so helpless by the calling God had set for him. It is normal for each of us to feel helpless about our leadership at times. As we contemplate the calling to nurture and advance our faith within our own spheres of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/4604547503105534067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=4604547503105534067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/4604547503105534067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/4604547503105534067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2008/07/wisdom-and-knowledge-for-y-staff.html' title='Wisdom and Knowledge for Y Staff'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-2935485279108758065</id><published>2008-07-12T21:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T21:15:33.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>General Ramblings</title><summary type='text'>·         I know some people thought that the media made too much out of the death of Tim Russert, but I didn’t. I read his books a few years ago and loved them. I always enjoyed what he had to say. I also find it very impressive how his peers spoke of him. I bet we all wish we could be so revered.·         This election is headed in a direction where neither party specifically likes their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/2935485279108758065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=2935485279108758065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/2935485279108758065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/2935485279108758065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2008/07/general-ramblings.html' title='General Ramblings'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-4699700328377807546</id><published>2008-07-06T21:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T21:51:00.715-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Obviously Stolen From Letterman</title><summary type='text'>Top Ten Signs Your Kid Is Having A Bad Time At Summer Camp 10. Daily art brought home signed "Prisoner #325"9. Sounds disappointed when he mentions not being able to use his “epi pen.”8. He's asking you to sprinkle extra Prozac on his yogurt7. When you visit, proudly shows off his black eye6. Camp director phones and says, "We're concerned about Psycho, I mean your son"5. "Craft time" is 14 hours</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/4699700328377807546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=4699700328377807546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/4699700328377807546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/4699700328377807546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2008/07/obviously-stolen-from-letterman.html' title='Obviously Stolen From Letterman'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-4692215445823282983</id><published>2008-06-16T21:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T21:47:37.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brooks Piercy a Servant Leader</title><summary type='text'>Our community lost a great leader last week with the passing of Brooks Piercy. At 93 years old, Brooks was revered by his friends, neighbors and his former students. Yes, former students. In the last few years of his life he was looked after by people who he had taught 30, 40 or 50 years ago. Isn’t that remarkable? Just a few minutes with the man, and it became obvious of his greatness. He was a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/4692215445823282983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=4692215445823282983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/4692215445823282983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/4692215445823282983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2008/06/brooks-piercy-servant-leader.html' title='Brooks Piercy a Servant Leader'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-4764580268171895090</id><published>2008-05-24T21:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T21:43:23.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BANNED</title><summary type='text'>I’v e been banned from a message board for Notre Dame basketball.  Now for my friend Ralph, his world would stop if he couldn’t go to www.goheels.com. But my world is still spinning. I was banned for defending Tyler Hansbrough and because he didn’t believe my name was really Cam Corder. Can you believe that?I was banned by ElKabong. That is the call name for the keeper of the message board. El K,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/4764580268171895090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=4764580268171895090' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/4764580268171895090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/4764580268171895090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2008/05/banned.html' title='BANNED'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376474177325148572.post-6538340082511849360</id><published>2008-05-19T12:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:27:21.507-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Myths all High School Seniors Should Know</title><summary type='text'>I heard David Chadwick share this in a sermon several years back1. This world is all there is – I pray that you find that spiritual connectedness to God that becomes your core!2. Your outsides are more important than your insides – We are bombarded with the notion about looks and beauty. The reality is that we should look for the content of a person’s heart and character3. Your net worth defines </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/feeds/6538340082511849360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6376474177325148572&amp;postID=6538340082511849360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/6538340082511849360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6376474177325148572/posts/default/6538340082511849360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ycam.blogspot.com/2008/05/10-myths-all-high-school-seniors-should.html' title='10 Myths all High School Seniors Should Know'/><author><name>Cameron Corder</name><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-6376474177325148572.post-7688975338190612989</id><published>2008-04-30T16:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T16:21:53.332-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I wrote this in 2004</title><summary type='text'>My parents used to say the dumbest things. I remember when my dad would yell at me and my brothers, while we were in the car, “Don’t make me pull this car over!” We would just look at each other and laugh. “Dad you’re not gonna pull the car over. You’re trying to beat last year’s trip time!”Or my mom would say, “Who do you think you are?” I would want to yell back, “Mom, Do I need a name tag? 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