tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90834558560398016382024-03-26T07:35:15.329-05:00A Work In ProgressThis Space for RentDavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17095716125866815000noreply@blogger.comBlogger144125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083455856039801638.post-52169713193965452722011-05-01T21:45:00.003-05:002011-05-01T22:04:19.461-05:00Bring your daughter to work day<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601945620176958930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ1JqxcUIOKCdGdttKf6a7qGeXwzSJL5w_bNvJQvKftBpydPh2TldmKKh_g5Hill_up567JVibbH45yfCDYaazG_HSBv3ODITFQlUfeCzIJZNNgYGQggl007Sx01w1fpcVK2F-hsz4pkhq/s320/going+to+work.jpg" />This past Thursday Lillian went to work with Daddy. The highlights included consuming cookies and her first Capri-Sun, "helping" dad on the computer and trying on the helicopters while dad loaded them up. According to eye witnesses there was plenty of fawning and oohing from Dads co-workers over the cuteness.<br /><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601945627592067730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8oMnMoU_IkzuZHgCYIt7PkPkX2-EwbnOuSIk_szfjvHC5yx3uZcqf9lw7OWFmhJfeqee-XRiDWUK4R62cRfmjY9WRLA9_FKj8-DGZwmzMqUcX8fxfCsRhvwQ9nt6dmBzp5F56Aq02Rke_/s320/photo.jpg" />Our little aspiring pilot.</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601945621773106098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_TJC4XykxgL1OPfGFkIj3ntAYYwlTYxtdmTjyC_L8VyBhk1dCq1hA8z_1Nlo92HilW-VHBR8l6CElGCI5styDn-whAKBGdOE8BkpS_EQ9Tr4Bba6DV6yN1D2wvK3_25CwAriINoEs7RvH/s320/photo2.jpg" />Vallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16134375128547141299noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083455856039801638.post-82409165691235242812011-04-15T09:20:00.018-05:002011-04-15T10:20:12.547-05:00How to catch a birdTuesday - Install shelving. Wednesday - Purchase bins. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595826790005654546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsjYUF_ngIebQH7ji2W9naCdUL9cZ5ejfM72s4VMc-NUZR4HHNq7N1t28zhptBJtHA3A4Yzm3b0tVuElmyjsdh4TQDvQJUuNz4FhbQ5GqzN9dTdd-mRQu5FzpiIVCGM60ALvYAPRxz1mKO/s320/photo.jpg" /> <br /><div>Thursday - Wait for good weather, open <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">screenless</span> bedroom window, vacate house for two hours. Quickly close window before bird departures room. Enjoy as pet.</div><br /><div>Sadly the window did not get closed in a timely manner. Thus we are without a newly acquired feathered friend. But on Friday...</div><br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595826381761438914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEyMw2HkwmO3e13PEKJoPJd5jF6noV6_0EnHFJY4xaNnj4-v8-s1Nira2yEC8RDu4P19a7Cvy9IiN6MMfzOD0lyY8jhT05kLeexi5Qy30EFC2v8z2hQYmlCdKWZ8lIwUGiEXF3xSyXoiRP/s320/photo+4.jpg" /> <br /><div>Today - Clean up nest construction materials that were discovered while searching for socks. Socks that were recently deposited in their new and "clean" bin.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595821431349122482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA4boXHsTPxIQ0GysawbkiuXimDlRuNVLJVYHcJuPcuoGD68Em_dJwVrrwpuc-kSWp8AlOslOrY70Pwe5IP9FcOY8D1Q6CjRB48MUHqRgfBqdGbPBQn8lF5R2o596w6_n8lg5pDHiyrhCi/s320/photo+3.jpg" /></div>Lucky for us it doesn't appear to have been a woodpecker.Vallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16134375128547141299noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083455856039801638.post-82793882233579482952011-03-08T21:55:00.004-06:002011-03-08T23:06:29.977-06:00Daddy's Home!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI8ECBcW8AXwcJgtDeh1LTdXb7u03T_pIJfDDX5z-WDOJGKnJy8KYatMT3o2ygI4WbM1ACK6HwuLg_8Zd2TUvyHQ4GDNR2cCXOmomEenrX-UbhoEYJNtXswMpNWjRvKn150RY7ep1k47Mc/s1600/100_0978%255B1%255D.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581938503376303618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI8ECBcW8AXwcJgtDeh1LTdXb7u03T_pIJfDDX5z-WDOJGKnJy8KYatMT3o2ygI4WbM1ACK6HwuLg_8Zd2TUvyHQ4GDNR2cCXOmomEenrX-UbhoEYJNtXswMpNWjRvKn150RY7ep1k47Mc/s400/100_0978%255B1%255D.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwNwCmaDjgHa6k-dwrXF_ABcKCsxpldcARCNpQwWdsz50oANxkxQsfD4yh1dkEOAqrbkppDD5ah9SnKRDMwdQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581937466268371234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEZvgjhg5yLTtpYmhsZxRx_bjnkV_FpfmsZo7MhgXpIZ53Z2tBxv0XPmNFpUYXGWgMqkHJXzYZ0SWdXjt_Xtx7dQ6z7XGLdU_Ylvte0z50T6o1b-TS71G3AiJkOjbL2D0gMe0y7tOun_Y3/s320/100_0994%255B1%255D.JPG" /></div>Vallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16134375128547141299noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083455856039801638.post-21765450239411830512011-01-15T20:40:00.001-06:002011-01-15T20:51:29.270-06:00My little helperFor the Grandma's and Grandpa's:<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxboV-i8_riKuHISME4jDmC5udpJ404oX4FLDAnDLFO6dIekgbcVhyHoagTJLEWMyuuphxBjnI9Vm-Gkq0Lnw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><p><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwm_Unfzf6s1ABlrOW4yMuUKWZ3Yofo6qgjISeFvpE0-bttBvsFFNrXSIazvIP8fmPbF4OOEpyPQQI5Ije4QA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>Vallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16134375128547141299noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083455856039801638.post-57285105027591106202011-01-15T20:26:00.005-06:002011-01-15T20:50:25.206-06:00NauvooTrue to form this information is a little out dated. My sister and I took a weekend to visit Nauvoo, Illinois before she left again for Alaska. The day we arrived there was a beautiful sunset over the Mississippi River. The temple was breathtaking.<br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553314143358302402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Poyz8mV48-0juYOus2amHoFSRYA38Td8fbuwc18w9BilWmxfYvyp37Y57YvM9uqcC7XDqVrQKf360INCjsEf7RPZNy3ejsoxxuGyTr4xE4YVoGRX6qtwD-5QpG3u7Nv1fuu1exHekmMc/s400/Temple.jpg" /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Women's Memorial Garden at the LDS Visitor's center.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553322353396064962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO-OomfBNfPoyPwQ7X3uggKBeRDxU88S35tW7u1FFtxKPztvbVnXjSpjfyuupcnUUsL1jNevf35Kfpm4mU5YvnbgG2N_RJ3EK-27zZXfluOT8KouiuSjlCugCY9HXTlsGXsbjlWUMgINrh/s400/Womens+garden.jpg" /></div></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoGwfuvmLqaICPAlxyWxRbyc4agLaO_8XBGKPGNEeVTgyRcV_zaV9hXjChMD0hmARC5xjhKn4iplEpLMeCOU-hyChGf0QmlE5YIukE5Oi0aLz2d6u3EPnuO2VexE65btBTc7Kb1fYZHEN_/s1600/Nauvoo+003.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553326324425381858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoGwfuvmLqaICPAlxyWxRbyc4agLaO_8XBGKPGNEeVTgyRcV_zaV9hXjChMD0hmARC5xjhKn4iplEpLMeCOU-hyChGf0QmlE5YIukE5Oi0aLz2d6u3EPnuO2VexE65btBTc7Kb1fYZHEN_/s320/Nauvoo+003.jpg" /></a>Though it was just the day after Thanksgiving the visitors center was already decorated for Christmas. Since I don't have many pictures of it I guess you'll just have to take my word for. The wagon/carriage/oxen rides throughout historic Nauvoo leave from the Visitors Center. They are great and free!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV8tEQvw1DDKMJkzJ5MUCzSIbiA384Laxe4Nq7IHzHQEwFwGUOqibR8EGxX9s9Kn1EVPMSfIyibFAelVtgw8UwD3KywFZ16faFjZlaEVsfpXVB1Mn37yEWZBbS9SKZjTHUYJpJ2ktDPXkM/s1600/Nauvoo+077.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553327121269365394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV8tEQvw1DDKMJkzJ5MUCzSIbiA384Laxe4Nq7IHzHQEwFwGUOqibR8EGxX9s9Kn1EVPMSfIyibFAelVtgw8UwD3KywFZ16faFjZlaEVsfpXVB1Mn37yEWZBbS9SKZjTHUYJpJ2ktDPXkM/s320/Nauvoo+077.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Speaking of free so is everything else the church runs. From the brick yard to the Browning Gun shop, printing press, foundry, bakery and many of the historic homes. There are nice tours for each building given by the sweetest senior missionaries who really know their stuff. These same missionaries put on a great show every evening in the cultural hall. The child of mine even let me see most of it. I've seen it all 13 years before so it was fun showing my sister all the highlights. I'll refrain from spewing the plethora of pictures at you. There's so much history in this city and it's such a beautiful region. It was a real treat to visit.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Y6oGjwT986LoJWx6W7ngzVObbaw7Ci64IAxct1z3eictcLVHlK-5GzYMbZ1k8wUcaDCjfVbBtT6sk3Z73JRaFfm37e0AahDt7aq4ueTwbx8BJUirpTy6JIIn9zDJIcKS7Hdyj1hkNCBJ/s1600/Head+board.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562604712101781938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDXQeopUX8jLZtNh8btfGVBM5tLHSFvp6uLVE0L1eVwiJeRGaoQ9Z-L0TbRaBtYnKMJ097sNN7AhMH_zvYgy4DDor7FBfP-ry8l4pdBNRlRO6nnHjeobZufxQ3CI_YW7gV-C_SM1rHBJAo/s320/ferrin_header.jpg" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Y6oGjwT986LoJWx6W7ngzVObbaw7Ci64IAxct1z3eictcLVHlK-5GzYMbZ1k8wUcaDCjfVbBtT6sk3Z73JRaFfm37e0AahDt7aq4ueTwbx8BJUirpTy6JIIn9zDJIcKS7Hdyj1hkNCBJ/s1600/Head+board.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562606432956466642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Y6oGjwT986LoJWx6W7ngzVObbaw7Ci64IAxct1z3eictcLVHlK-5GzYMbZ1k8wUcaDCjfVbBtT6sk3Z73JRaFfm37e0AahDt7aq4ueTwbx8BJUirpTy6JIIn9zDJIcKS7Hdyj1hkNCBJ/s200/Head+board.jpg" /></a>We found <a href="http://nauvoologcabins.com/index.php">this</a> fun place to stay. A little village of restored cabins within Nauvoo. I think the owner carved this headboard on the bed. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlCy_aoO4OP5OSdkWD_N4a13q1YNSYO7HmLEqiBkEfX7vCvTX2M8p7E5_ytCXt-_kUfXo0W2q6HY2SXxQarO31rnNMoJoVvDXhfxBgJ03nvHbJ9yhfJ-zefrYR47_usvCGvXB6y6LCqxSR/s1600/Brick+yard.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562600124939355394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlCy_aoO4OP5OSdkWD_N4a13q1YNSYO7HmLEqiBkEfX7vCvTX2M8p7E5_ytCXt-_kUfXo0W2q6HY2SXxQarO31rnNMoJoVvDXhfxBgJ03nvHbJ9yhfJ-zefrYR47_usvCGvXB6y6LCqxSR/s200/Brick+yard.jpg" /></a><br /></div><p></p><div></div><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Z4dZmJzuhVRFJ22ZXsa-_ecAtlezqH1AQy4MStwxWKGt4Iv96Exmum1hahwxHHLvOpY8hWoYUQnyZ4nVxIULYNGRSF-xAEEUqEsLKFahkWZNJyn7eWSXxsqBYxvtNJvZDSP5VSlRPsr8/s1600/Nauvoo+045.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562603797234648546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Z4dZmJzuhVRFJ22ZXsa-_ecAtlezqH1AQy4MStwxWKGt4Iv96Exmum1hahwxHHLvOpY8hWoYUQnyZ4nVxIULYNGRSF-xAEEUqEsLKFahkWZNJyn7eWSXxsqBYxvtNJvZDSP5VSlRPsr8/s200/Nauvoo+045.jpg" /></a></p><div><br /></div><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Z4dZmJzuhVRFJ22ZXsa-_ecAtlezqH1AQy4MStwxWKGt4Iv96Exmum1hahwxHHLvOpY8hWoYUQnyZ4nVxIULYNGRSF-xAEEUqEsLKFahkWZNJyn7eWSXxsqBYxvtNJvZDSP5VSlRPsr8/s1600/Nauvoo+045.jpg"></a></p><div><br /></div><p>Thanks again Lanisha. You're a real sport being willing to travel with a baby. It was a great trip!</p></div></div></div></div>Vallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16134375128547141299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083455856039801638.post-17273809014452835012010-12-30T17:50:00.007-06:002010-12-30T19:34:25.192-06:00The wheels on the bus go round and round.A wonderful family we have the privilege of knowing invited Lillian and me to look at some of Nashville's greatest Christmas decorations at the Opryland Hotel the day after Christmas. This grand hotel recently reopened after the floods in May. I was very excited about this opportunity. This family travels in their own bus! I was as excited, if not more, about the bus ride than the destination. Old Man Flake did a great job getting us there and back with such a beast to drive.<br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3P_0GzYMrAfo3w-EOBCdbnJ4azelEPX9WKr11of5D6-FwGqKlrSFJlMYIqPd0yvbSJu8zzL_QzbKISiw_n0vaFZOQMCi4Hno8d88Q2t-AQ8Qd5GqtQh_AWHG5ZRsfQFsIq72spTqGVRzb/s1600/Blog+collage.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556642438751152114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3P_0GzYMrAfo3w-EOBCdbnJ4azelEPX9WKr11of5D6-FwGqKlrSFJlMYIqPd0yvbSJu8zzL_QzbKISiw_n0vaFZOQMCi4Hno8d88Q2t-AQ8Qd5GqtQh_AWHG5ZRsfQFsIq72spTqGVRzb/s400/Blog+collage.jpg" /></a> The bus is needed with this bunch. To date the family count is as follows:</div><br /><div>Twelve children</div><div>Five child-in-laws</div><div>Four foster children, a recent and unexpected addition</div><div>Nine grandchildren (I think), with two more on the way</div><br /><div>And then they invited the two of us! It was awesome. We all fit nicely. And I do mean all. Everyone was there! We were quite the parade going through the hotel ogling at the lights inside and out.</div><br /><div>Thank you Flakes!</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGYvzMBlKzFW4YcYVQOE4nSLS6aNhi9thzAFa9KDzFuFCuwstKDzxxJrIg8cRH9MFi_WcoJ8Apf-gQLVT_ZP6zKohfPfWo0EdzYa2CT5HkXJBdekDJhhx_kkKaXwQbb07fBFfEKG7JOqyc/s1600/CHirstmas+with+the+Flakes+024.jpg"></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj_liUNtbzCtBZgRXu6Du4W7kym_bW_kbHbvB-NaeUAN0TVmTOW0jzvQU1Y95sBLN9NgntZ3d6akttErPLJyTwUv3FVsa6bPQf0glgCLQclDeDeSAZCqrIVczkcL9GIsjMme189AkIRrOV/s1600/CHirstmas+with+the+Flakes+027.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 163px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556647331698458562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj_liUNtbzCtBZgRXu6Du4W7kym_bW_kbHbvB-NaeUAN0TVmTOW0jzvQU1Y95sBLN9NgntZ3d6akttErPLJyTwUv3FVsa6bPQf0glgCLQclDeDeSAZCqrIVczkcL9GIsjMme189AkIRrOV/s320/CHirstmas+with+the+Flakes+027.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556649602320430210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_U6UT7HwqMxKzFKmrcmYVUmLEeqeN84YOPtubF3rfBj8XHEmPDuUMK8ZpKtA6Hl8CxUaDGrNDexA3zRLJRW9YiPCyyQKzriPhJJp29xGx8IKRIrWtctlzOBwfZk0UKkYmSr0K3PaKPjNY/s320/CHirstmas+with+the+Flakes+024.jpg" /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div></div>Vallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16134375128547141299noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083455856039801638.post-72207073569643782312010-12-25T21:29:00.004-06:002010-12-25T22:48:24.839-06:00Merry Christmas<p>Lillian received a book from her cousins today. She loves books. She'll bring them to me all day long. I've recently caught her flipping through her favorite jungle book while doing her lion roar. "Baaawwh!"</p><p>Lillian loves her new book. Though my voice is on vacation somewhere warm without me we read it six times in twenty minutes. How she heard me is a mystery.</p><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzdoNX5CA_jHr2UKm7FSol8est4Z7ykrL93jYBQWwJUVDuoTtSEUJTGq234naSdPmy6RZ4r1xkTk5Cy75Dd9A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>Vallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16134375128547141299noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083455856039801638.post-34849052588442013222010-12-24T10:35:00.004-06:002010-12-25T21:29:14.824-06:00The ParthenonAs everyone else is appropriately blogging about Christmas I am trying to play a little catch up on recent events.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_hAR60CbjxOX2oC94_TppzzNqrPkv2cth1C8GBlO8f-lcHW3YAUwnDCQpwFCXgn765uHwnb_ccSKUZenoqsnNfde5TBH4SnDH9AkYJ5E91ZOdOODnrRZ1nqie5Ez4-2DQOyZ04CGqr906/s1600/collage2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553305323922886434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_hAR60CbjxOX2oC94_TppzzNqrPkv2cth1C8GBlO8f-lcHW3YAUwnDCQpwFCXgn765uHwnb_ccSKUZenoqsnNfde5TBH4SnDH9AkYJ5E91ZOdOODnrRZ1nqie5Ez4-2DQOyZ04CGqr906/s400/collage2.jpg" /></a> While my sister was visiting we patronized Nashville's own <a href="http://www.nashville.gov/parthenon/">Parthenon.</a> It's the world's only full size replica and has an interesting history in it's own right. Built to last only 6 months during the world fair in 1930 it was refurbished much later to stand in the glory that it is today.<br />The double brass doors on each side of the building are 24 ft tall 6 ft wide and a foot thick. They weigh 7.5 tons each! They were very impressive. I'm lamenting that none of my pictures show the scale of these beautiful doors that were made in 1930 in Long Island, New York.<br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553303030547050258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXVzNXj7I0NTg6_vZSlc7xmFXOx5CBORkwSKf_U6Hv49WVUymbalNaiSkp8oqBMk9RTrsUyUK8gtqnuPNGFdnfwQAcpY8I0ieAlIE_zsvX06ZVPoLqe6BGc57zbgJh_mKRkDEiQKWV0SBu/s400/Athenos+collage.jpg" /></div><div>The 42 ft Athena wasn't added till the 90's. </div><br /><div><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxSyOSfbkRAOER6s5I_3MI6bMa7MJh8B04l2tD0QpI-uXo2CwAmS9ck19hljJG-T8_xeXiJfMOup-5QjaH7bw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div>It's an impressive building surrounded by a beautiful park complete with reflection lake. It was a great November day for a picnic.</div><div><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwQ26mqIY-g2cyRzeaZsfgZSKcQbgUmolaX1CWJ6sgWvekUXQTb8tu8BjPjDScztss5D2M6DkMVlT3IghqnWw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div>I hope anyone visiting the Nashville area gets a chance to see this wonderful structure and the art museum they've added on the main floor.</div>Vallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16134375128547141299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083455856039801638.post-46612858099632280782010-12-24T10:30:00.001-06:002010-12-24T10:36:10.753-06:00Guy Fawkes DayWho loves bonfires?<br /><div><div>Ooh, me, me, pick me!</div><div>Really, who doesn't love bonfires?</div><br /><div>They are warm and bright on a cold dark night. A gathering place for friends. A beautiful pit of crackling and popping in the midst of a quiet evening. They're great!</div><br /><div>Thus <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guy_Fawkes">Guy Fawkes Day</a> is a great day to celebrate. Not only do you build a bonfire you get to build Guy Fawkes. Then BURN him! Mwaahaaha!<br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553205331908409586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM9I7gLyyQ4xTwLvT1Q9i2XFBtZR5k8EIk3qvJR-g8sNr9qsFGzHZ3MAeEmuk1Q5EYZZfQqjAEyBSsIkwXrO1R9yOMSk7RdyvtJJ-aXeO5-rDqyeq9cEMAlkSDEAs9I3X11NLEgYuQsRvY/s320/Oct-Nov+2010+107.jpg" />Here is my Guy Fawkes Fire. For those of you who are in-the-know this takes place on November 5th. Which shows what a slacker I am in updating our blog.</div><br /><div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553203723247258114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbfW_EpXQ-FxsImFu3ye4naT3aFvvefbFqa_jTkLN2JSTzZSKIz_1d9cP4MeREVf0jIoHOv4NZFJuVwI24q3tQGPLcz-_6BHmA2xYXIyf8DCKCysmU1gftjSxpjMdTmWSfiXfN-vlgzFNW/s320/Oct-Nov+2010+108.jpg" />Here is one of the kindly firefighters putting out my fire. Party crashers! I've learned a valuable lesson in this. Invite <em>all</em> your neighbors to the celebration. That includes the ones that live through the woods, over the river (creek) and across the fields. Yes, invite them before they erroneously report a house on fire. Thanks guys. Love you too.<br /><br /><div>To my smug satisfaction it took "Clarksville's I-fight-fires-for-a-living" over 30 minutes to put my fire out. With <em><strong>my</strong></em> previously prepared and nearby water hose and <em><strong>my</strong></em> water that <em><strong>I</strong></em> pay for. Again thanks for that. During this 30 plus minutes of praise for a well built fire, apologies for ruining an obviously harmless event and watching my beautiful creation dwindle to smolder my concern for our surrounding community increased greatly. These so called fire fighting machines failed to scatter the logs (in my ample fire pit) to remove the hot spots. Which resulted in a nice little camp fire within a few hours.<br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553202506350219906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF-CbKzTOMT2BJCc2HvCw264fgYzEcdvewYuIpvzl2xtL37dEqUvXqdcSY51kKm8qQILhfTWIpHu2DJdk-b3YcLxovAWMslep3hbOvMq-AbjOQgybrsG-vzn0IrASiTtAn7qEYd5c8ANfL/s320/Oct-Nov+2010+111.jpg" /> We were able to scorch our Guy Fawkes after all. </div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553201602449622434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5NcN510VH2E6g44pP0bPVs008LvYIB4J0mjx_x3NykS_A8cGbCE1-Mu0wGjLh1i09IOZt9IKYmZMUT3diWIB06RHXvP5iamYh1GIxmVU9HBCd3a2_GAFUv8WYktXdsKTlVbyMGnHUcmEA/s320/Oct-Nov+2010+116.jpg" />RIP Guy. It's been fun. See you next year with a few more neighbors present and less flashing lights in the driveway.</div>Vallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16134375128547141299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083455856039801638.post-77561287626143252192010-12-21T13:12:00.003-06:002010-12-21T13:42:14.936-06:00A Terrific Athlete.<div>No, not the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Homestar</span> Runner. And not me either. If I hadn't broken my camera doing something silly you would see me standing with Mr. Lance Armstrong.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553221780072778658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzTFphlBdhZ7ao5BiO7ztRq0nl8w0Bqh8nawZqL8u3uouxB-M8A1ielSmnBQubxdcZeqd2JWfOiQ7vYB2o5gXcbDc22_Pk5dyXgQ7iecSB6JHaKnnE30iNAZsQvWFDV7OLlyuweiRe5L0/s400/IMG_4176-1.JPG" /> Instead you can see a picture of two very fuzzy people and my word that it's us. But it is. He and Robbin Williams stopped by our little patrol base the other day to say hello. They probably had a more organized <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">agenda</span> than that, but I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">don't</span> know what it was. But it was neat to meet them and chat for a minute.</div><br /><div>Posting a picture of a fuzzy man that I say is Lance Armstrong is my way of announcing to The Internet that I have officially started my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">pre</span>-training training for the marathon I am running on April 30<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> in Nashville. Today I went to a spin class to ease in with some low impact endurance <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">exercise</span>. Low impact my butt. My heart nearly exploded! Our danish cycling instructor had us going up and down hills and pyramids and fighting pirates and all kinds of craziness. How all that was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">accomplished</span> on stationary bikes is hard to explain. Like the photo, you just have to believe me: there were pirates. Tomorrow its going to be a 5 or 6 mile jog. Like I said, easing into it.</div><br /><div>I'm following the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Furman</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Institute</span> of Running Science and Training program for my race prep- I know you're all dying to know that. Three run days a week, two or three days and week of low-impact <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">cardio</span>. I'll post how its going on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">Facebook</span> so anyone who wants to can follow along with the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">agony</span> and the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">ecstasy</span>. It would be great if one of you readers out there took the plunge with me! Your not dead yet, but you <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">aren't</span> getting any younger either- Go for it!! The real training starts on January 8<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span>, 16 weeks before race day.</div><br /><div>Peace out.</div>Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17095716125866815000noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083455856039801638.post-7648463874481511432010-12-19T09:15:00.013-06:002010-12-19T11:20:22.600-06:00We love Babies!Lillian's cousin count increased by TWO this month. One on each side of the family. They are both beautiful additions to their families. <div></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552423877658968834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi64MxNY-pTWRkOa-ExwMy5mc0J-eapouSmWOaav3Y_Ri8P-WXwOtsZfOjgAYL2cq_t_1T_O7L7xPX53flck6rQIUV8NIkS9QvAweSId9Tmi4PgxUv-6NJmefNb_NsU0U0bqFPUugSXMuh/s320/Henry.JPG" />Here is handsome Henry born earlier this month.</div><div></div><div></div><div>-</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552419106259886050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ_M6RQzgsZkMpHkmq4N6rZuJfvWjRK-aEQrhuj6W4pGzlQIIQtxXZNRyjSI0fU66ca-BNAm_NE71S-yW9DVNexcku4ufYqLxvxRYbmlcBlj72NJGfynXq0Rrgcs7JRHn2sjUpGBFl4OIz/s320/Charlotte.jpg" />This angel is Charlotte. Who entered the world earlier this week. <div></div><div>Dave and I are excited for our siblings as they begin parenthood. We look forward to meeting these bundles of joy and introducing our baby/toddler to them.</div><div></div><div></div><div>My siblings recently discovered where babies come from. The baby button! Here's a <a href="http://kipp-n-ducky.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-days.html">link</a> to this insightful event.</div></div>Vallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16134375128547141299noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083455856039801638.post-30643370154644051282010-12-09T12:11:00.007-06:002010-12-09T13:09:13.320-06:00I'm Thirty!Wow, another year older. How about that! Three decades old.<br /><br />Thanks to my family, friends and all well-wishers for the emails and letters and care packages. They are all very appreciated.<br /><br />As some of you (few) readers may have heard from Dad, I had a crappy mission on my birthday and one of my patients died. I don't want anyone to be over-worried about me, I am doing fine. It is unfortunate but sometimes it happens. I have a lot of supportive friends here that I can talk about these kinds of things with- they're my fellow flight medics and they all know what it's like.<br /><br />In this particular incident the patient what a middle-aged <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Afghan</span> who was severely injured in some kind of vehicle-related accident. When I got to the aid station that he was being treated in, he was already doing very poorly. Things went downhill from there as we secured an I/O (like an IV that is drilled into the bone) sedated and paralyzed him, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">intubated</span> him, performed chest <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">decompressions</span>, connected an assortment of machinery to him and moved him to the helicopter. On the flight back his heart stopped and my crew chief and I performed CPR and ran a full cardiac code on the patient until we reached the hospital about 20 minutes later. By that time there wasn't anything left to do and the attending doc called it.<br /><br />A few days before that I had <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">evac'ed</span> a 6-year old boy that suffered a terrible fall and later died of his injuries. On Thanksgiving we picked up an 11-year old who suffered multiple gun-shot wounds he received accidentally (I assume) from American soldiers. Both later died in hospitals from their wounds. It is very sad.<br /><br />It is not normal for me to have that many fatal casualties in such a short period. But, sometimes that is the way the dice rolls. Thankfully most of the patients we take are not so bad off and they can eventually be healed. We have flown over 3200 missions as a company in the last 10 months and have been able to do a lot of good for a lot of people. I don't feel sorry for myself because this is the job I wanted and I have enjoyed doing it. Also, this is what real life is like for the people who live here and other impoverished and difficult places. In the end, I get to go home and live wherever I wish and do whatever I want. These kind of experiences are bitter but <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">brief</span> and help me to really appreciate all the blessings I have like my family and country, and especially my faith in God and his plan.<br /><br />On the other hand, I have had many very happy experiences this week as well. I have received a mountain of mail- including more peanut <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">MandM's</span> that I could eat in a year. I have had a lot of down time to relax and goof off at sites away from <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">KAF</span> and it's rules and high ranking officers. I became an uncle again. I (with permission) threw a pie in my battalion commanders face- not something that happens every day. So things are not all doom and gloom in the world of Dave Harrell. Things here are the way they normally are for everyone: fine with little bursts of really crappy and really great.<br /><br />Also, I wanted to let my family and friends know that I really appreciate all the support and love- they keep me sane. And your prayers for me- I know they keep me safe.Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17095716125866815000noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083455856039801638.post-60583142712825447032010-12-07T08:47:00.006-06:002010-12-07T11:09:44.763-06:00HalloweenMany Halloween parties were to be had while we were in Alaska. We love us some Halloween parties! There's a great costume shop near my parents home known to only a few. A lady has an extensive collection in her three car garage. No cars. Hardly any standing room either. We found a little duck costume for Lillian that served us well for the first party. This gave us (my mom) enough time to make her costume for the last party a week later. A party with a fabulous bon fire and fireworks!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547971831145432194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlLfeVng49AX5MDvg0Kg46X67gaH4meKPC51gOzrT3MDUgXJkyP0vhy_L5w10FTOMXiqo08mLBoEEvD7ImZQmpsz5kXmG1omNf4OGpczOYqp1oMZf7uHlVPT-BlXiMpvArQLrqg4vWrpW3/s400/Halloween+2010.jpg" /> <div><div>Thank you to all my siblings who had wonderful parties and amazing food. Thank you to my mom for making the adorable panda costume. We had a great Halloween!</div><div> </div></div><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxtBhKxQRJyi3a6GXUmmHvShoKr-zz9oEb9itf1fVMJJno6QqGcqqBFo0zuWtIu4-gEXPElBy02pP1wNvlGPQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Vallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16134375128547141299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083455856039801638.post-9987524940066422562010-12-05T07:15:00.001-06:002010-12-07T08:47:43.427-06:00First BirthdayOur baby is a year old! OK, actually she's closer to 14 months by now. But back in October when these pictures were taken she had her first birthday.<br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Ukh5NO3B3k-2oxOnBzySpjORSDYBVRJko7juA0PWI7rHtMur9dQIu7EBip2cQ_4LCCfa6cSOXsXii2Ubnct4-Qc_2A8oSvd2Gs3I-t7JNqthm2DkMUIFL686VMFk-3A3Un1oArf2oPit/s1600/1st+Birthday2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547025563157984738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Ukh5NO3B3k-2oxOnBzySpjORSDYBVRJko7juA0PWI7rHtMur9dQIu7EBip2cQ_4LCCfa6cSOXsXii2Ubnct4-Qc_2A8oSvd2Gs3I-t7JNqthm2DkMUIFL686VMFk-3A3Un1oArf2oPit/s400/1st+Birthday2.jpg" /></a> We were blessed to enjoy her birthday with family in Alaska. It was great! We celebrated a duo birthday bash and birthday breakfast with grandma Cathy. Who shares birthdays with baby dearest. Which is way fun. Then we shuffled over to my parents place for MORE birthday cupcakes, paper ripping and blowing out candles. What a fun day!</p><p>For lack of a better time, I am announcing baby's internet name here. </p><p>Lillian. </p>It might seem silly to give her an internet name now that's it been a year. It's also silly to keep referring to her as baby. She may not appreciate that name in the future. She may not appreciate us using her given name in this medium in the future as well. Thus we have Lillian. Sweet, fun, baby Lillian.Vallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16134375128547141299noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083455856039801638.post-16331371530732076662010-12-03T12:06:00.003-06:002010-12-03T12:18:50.564-06:00One of the Perks.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQwYZkvJQYoXISfaAZJAqUMysZPfFxEsAJma-wsUQ3_2Czpc8jfnwQzkapF5iXFffCgjumHY2xdW2RuIQKXz_3rTColHVvlpw2w_XoDF7JzwLUD0X6gA2grc-cbOIZg-tJus5H-TwcE_U/s1600/windy+ride.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546521772524050418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQwYZkvJQYoXISfaAZJAqUMysZPfFxEsAJma-wsUQ3_2Czpc8jfnwQzkapF5iXFffCgjumHY2xdW2RuIQKXz_3rTColHVvlpw2w_XoDF7JzwLUD0X6gA2grc-cbOIZg-tJus5H-TwcE_U/s400/windy+ride.png" /></a><br /><div></div>Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17095716125866815000noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083455856039801638.post-59458478715134229572010-12-01T08:52:00.003-06:002010-12-01T09:02:08.252-06:00This is Me on April 30th, 2011.Yay! <div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545728984439035970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7YUegHTG46F9tdKJ66Z3scdO92-JOP4WTYPiJXoxoomzeOMIYGzlpu4IG8415vxd7TxxkoJhuVG1vMHPgwSuo4BOhRKxZgFRycjjBfvMw-ypIMafJmcJNIJRS9tZ5D7ntCQWtH5pHPoo/s400/McDougal-Pukes.jpg" /> <div></div><div>Today I registered for the Nashville Music City Marathon. You are all welcome to join me and watch the free entertainment. By that I mean the music and festivities, not me barfing. But hey, I don't judge. Whatever floats your boat.</div></div>Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17095716125866815000noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083455856039801638.post-24498815734050334342010-10-20T13:26:00.003-05:002010-10-20T13:33:00.264-05:00Who loves to color?<div>I drew this picture for all the little (and big) guys and girls that love coloring and also love awesomeness. Print and color. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530197536470168274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0YwG1qy1s2lj4oGFKxnTzr5kRdQGkFuVQJNkYED65s2AQt8Ha2FtiFU2fbICxobenN1q3LMPhKY-GrKKY6KwpVsEaCpN_OO7ySqUwKSAVwZmq6CMpASGgi-dyfQuN52gEdMNfiE3Xpkw/s400/tiger+pirates.jpg" />You are welcome.</div>Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17095716125866815000noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083455856039801638.post-77260615866286836372010-10-09T12:59:00.005-05:002010-10-09T23:12:53.284-05:00One Smart PuppyMy sweet wife teased me yesterday that my dog has a higher education than I do because he has graduated twice compared to my one. It was witty and playful and made my feelings feel like they were eaten by raptors.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526130300174854962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVpyMBkOoy9erbz0x8W2Rt_dQ7utfN7OXvsMfpv_oZ2KXEbAeoIaCpcBZrz7OVqS8ufMmGwvNwPRE2s_y1qdzH_sn8nBAt_8OOvyXgMe4PGT_z4-_MdJ0WLmiSTEun9U18oD1txwpnrS4/s400/FEELINGS.png" />"Clever girl!"<br />I love MS Paint.<br /><br />Here is Sully with his other family, graduating from Intermediate Obedience Training. Sullys foster family is so awesome and wonderful and generous that they put him through the next level dog training at Petsmart. They are fantastic people. Congratuations Sully!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8spB62fHtRHb9BZ5vXce2o5ezMYF7cSAcShBuNg3W4MTa1v87mb5F4tCjO3GLoGj3NNHreHYDBo6nZhZdlZ4WDb4fh_Ji0yhnTTFBd7iEodTGOjDYmRiM-8Ix8kC51h3jLeoHG6ZUZdI/s1600/Sully's+Graduation+(29).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526130294095976786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8spB62fHtRHb9BZ5vXce2o5ezMYF7cSAcShBuNg3W4MTa1v87mb5F4tCjO3GLoGj3NNHreHYDBo6nZhZdlZ4WDb4fh_Ji0yhnTTFBd7iEodTGOjDYmRiM-8Ix8kC51h3jLeoHG6ZUZdI/s400/Sully's+Graduation+(29).jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div>Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17095716125866815000noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083455856039801638.post-51907124443165727182010-10-08T22:08:00.006-05:002010-10-08T22:34:51.804-05:00Time WastersI enjoy wasting my time. It's like a hobby. However, I am less amused when other people waste my time. Like when this happened the other day.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZVcgVSVPSTzgATgBaUVRMGP_VFWU0heYfOap01ICoKgo6FQXM4cVbmIRu63M8I5D7x1JX_mTqwJHGd_e_2aL_tb9Cv5QdIGdb76A1G0yb3a0nBGdUisOEANAev7WGYCgae0ElyZ81mN4/s1600/stupid+medevacs.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525884391324019730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZVcgVSVPSTzgATgBaUVRMGP_VFWU0heYfOap01ICoKgo6FQXM4cVbmIRu63M8I5D7x1JX_mTqwJHGd_e_2aL_tb9Cv5QdIGdb76A1G0yb3a0nBGdUisOEANAev7WGYCgae0ElyZ81mN4/s400/stupid+medevacs.png" /></a> It's one hundred degrees and I was trying to take a nap. What the deuce.<br /><div><div>Also. Look at my garden! Green things. GREEN THINGS!</div><br /><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1tHUQL92ls3c8kPHn2A-C9yavz9_l3Lsne_k1YWdKYj1AuusTOyG_j5RqsLhv5LkPxTf6dErubyQrjf2XyvfEa719bYxngOarAwGBkrnsjUoPTbgUL5QEoAFAkmBzsokRe7O1KeoTxR4/s1600/IMG_0466%5B1%5D.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525882807909074898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1tHUQL92ls3c8kPHn2A-C9yavz9_l3Lsne_k1YWdKYj1AuusTOyG_j5RqsLhv5LkPxTf6dErubyQrjf2XyvfEa719bYxngOarAwGBkrnsjUoPTbgUL5QEoAFAkmBzsokRe7O1KeoTxR4/s400/IMG_0466%5B1%5D.JPG" /></a><br />Thank you Valli for the dirt. The rest I packed back from the states, including the light bulb. I can't believe it survived.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17095716125866815000noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083455856039801638.post-70564875400704508512010-10-08T16:44:00.003-05:002010-10-08T17:35:04.378-05:00October Duds<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLPxQWEQbSpbPj_VMKeiSWxoqmA97Wqw2W0rysTx5E_UcZOd6jnhKbwqOgvRbYxTmGhg0rOBRmoz4eupGGbdrhUMmKVYBFbtI-bh2InCaq7b3TAwV2CO6a9bhQHibLTAZto-TfqYcAWd5z/s1600/100_0488%5B1%5D"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525795215701165202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLPxQWEQbSpbPj_VMKeiSWxoqmA97Wqw2W0rysTx5E_UcZOd6jnhKbwqOgvRbYxTmGhg0rOBRmoz4eupGGbdrhUMmKVYBFbtI-bh2InCaq7b3TAwV2CO6a9bhQHibLTAZto-TfqYcAWd5z/s400/100_0488%5B1%5D" /></a><br /><div></div>Vallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16134375128547141299noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083455856039801638.post-37691342562461399422010-10-04T17:12:00.005-05:002010-10-05T16:18:02.749-05:00Nashville Zoo at GrassmereJudging last weeks comments there are not a few baby-picture-starved followers out there. I hope this is satisfactory in that respect.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9tfCU1wnw2jhi_vMPQWAYRsRP1IO6S8vzQv6AtiNYZw3uL4rMJhKI2RSWUCPMimoXte7t8WXpB6Hk21kwF6rpG3NFmi3RhmC0KJ5vXXCcgWQ6dRlnH3anu82mrwyHw15zxdY-Lb_xqrh5/s1600/Collage1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524346839884753170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9tfCU1wnw2jhi_vMPQWAYRsRP1IO6S8vzQv6AtiNYZw3uL4rMJhKI2RSWUCPMimoXte7t8WXpB6Hk21kwF6rpG3NFmi3RhmC0KJ5vXXCcgWQ6dRlnH3anu82mrwyHw15zxdY-Lb_xqrh5/s400/Collage1.jpg" /></a> The temperature today was a popular 68 degrees. The happy Sun was shining while not scorching. Perfect Zoo weather.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ6Oj-Yn_JE1OueUuQrelzSpR4snB_Mk7PZTh4IBJhw20IKFk9vLkVcsMK-KTthhUzCRj7-bXlEy0coNqZIPuGFqRW0ItHhebJ2XvrNfbJhw8J5jRu6-SCOFf69lf27VClrUz0-DLOItMy/s1600/Collage.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524343301449939202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ6Oj-Yn_JE1OueUuQrelzSpR4snB_Mk7PZTh4IBJhw20IKFk9vLkVcsMK-KTthhUzCRj7-bXlEy0coNqZIPuGFqRW0ItHhebJ2XvrNfbJhw8J5jRu6-SCOFf69lf27VClrUz0-DLOItMy/s400/Collage.jpg" /></a><br />Oh, by-the-way, we have a walking baby now. It all happened somewhere in the past two months. Became perfected while Dave was home. Not bad timing kid.<br /><div></div></div><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx8l8v2T-iQQ0PNdY0-4c0wyKKoT3kQ7kpglcCaM5IfiNenccizBk2CcDUPnuxUwVWtgvwXD9GC9v2fTjsFIg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwJPyC1fmY_NN-BZf5K2HQccIKY36k3UadlFCOCRmmql13RSGiaoUoV9w6spgFVOr20FZaLGWxrpz7dn4gHiQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Vallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16134375128547141299noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083455856039801638.post-43266686573634603722010-09-27T07:37:00.006-05:002010-10-08T17:31:29.689-05:00Rest and RecuperationWe are still here! We are here and thriving in the Good ole South. We've been busy frolicking the last of our summer away while Dave was home for his r&r.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigieyfmHQUbplmNPb2fnO4sHuL0rSh66KOjO9Y9P2I-xVoXuJr37pyfkkooWe_lPzcw7yKwWkzobp0iL48eWIkSdfib5l7uwOxac6QgSG1Zffbps-RAIWZBLmuf7BppYRqlHsExTeBbX80/s1600/r&r+2010.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521661571993470098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigieyfmHQUbplmNPb2fnO4sHuL0rSh66KOjO9Y9P2I-xVoXuJr37pyfkkooWe_lPzcw7yKwWkzobp0iL48eWIkSdfib5l7uwOxac6QgSG1Zffbps-RAIWZBLmuf7BppYRqlHsExTeBbX80/s400/r&r+2010.jpg" /></a> It was a wonderful two weeks. Filled with so many activities. Which included the following:</div><br /><div>Devouring juicy Amish peaches</div><div>4 Wheeling across a 600 acre farm</div><div>Folding laundry, <em>together</em></div><div>A weekend of camping</div><div>Washing the car, <em>together</em></div><div>Rafting the <a href="http://www.americanwhitewater.org/content/River_detail_id_1781">Ocoee River</a>, <em>twice</em></div><div>Attending the temple</div><div>Watching baby perfect her mad walking skills</div><div>Fixing the lawnmower, <em>together</em></div><div>Watching not a lick of TV</div><div>Patronizing Chattanooga's Aquarium</div><div>Snuggling with our daughter at 6am</div><div>Hanging out with friends</div><div>Cliff jumping</div><div>Brushing our teeth, t<em>ogether</em></div><div>Attempting horseback riding, there were some uncooperative horses</div><div>Sitting down at our dinner table, <em>together</em></div><div>Discovering an Amish Pumpkin patch</div><div>Rural county fair ferris wheel rides while camping</div><div>Attending church, <em>together</em></div><div>Touring a wonderful veterinary clinic</div><div>Dodging a spewing baby while touring clinic (Yeah, our baby)</div><div>Stuffing ourselves silly at our favorite sushi spot</div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521756984973566914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFLuQZ6hQ7RUqTfzKFtQ8H3glf-b0Oritu86xVdtQg7bkLaQ7tIvFB3oCNs-ome6jEsTkxQ3HSZUErvLJ3lgdP1xnCOy410uuZrpsRyI6x3sY6Xd5S9Qd-F0um5RVUyskf3YXUW1nEKw02/s400/r&r+20101.jpg" />Sigh. It was a great two weeks.Vallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16134375128547141299noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083455856039801638.post-58136976249382615652010-08-13T09:24:00.010-05:002010-08-19T22:37:53.794-05:00Aspiring CarpentersDave and I have tried our hand at some woodworking recently.<br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div>Here is the tower of a bed that Dave made.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504907950536567170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxPElmYsd_1mxwH1yLeBKYfY8ty_a-msCOULiUhyphenhyphenyEW3VpcQRnPFpJAypJZNbcW4qw4mb94gEMqEUa8y98X6DKKQE-zdrPTb53YkjYOgW5S2tyGlD-F_U8bRi7GAiikZbSGApWeRIzr_uk/s400/photo.jpg" />There happened to be some excitement his first night sleeping on this skyscraper. As I understand it, Dave was jolted awake around 3am by a monstrous crash. A roommates bed frame failed and the poor guy fell to the floor. Mattress and all. Thankfully Dave's mad skills have kept him and his creation in the rafters so far. </div><br /><div>I've got a couple wood projects going at the moment. The one that is functioning is a cover I built for our garbage cans. Even though the doors are not finished it keeps the rain off. This has made it possible for me to move our recycling bins out of our tiny shoebox of a house and retain a sliver of sanity. When I finish the doors I might update it here.<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBM0G-W5kLcfyYWZZbBhEFGEaWjoL3ypPYiyfA8i8J0sDmMgwm0hWVufJZkZIwLXRflThDeWZ9rnR2o0G67YERVee2RaH_3ZKBZcHeQg8X7zw3x2C9fMql0oP15ld7IWO-b7IxubIEovcO/s1600/Plamyra+trip+008.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvuJU4Rox7K5dR-cFi4xZAkEZ6B7SknGH1bVN8j66j6WktUr1VMhurovZCovY0K9HEwRkV3ls4aB5zeLfOWnS1imv1D9fqyNpj_nRc4j_k86iwXlNU2_g7SCHA4DTpjtjjSiYmxyi9fqm7/s1600/garbage+cover+2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504918620989271506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvuJU4Rox7K5dR-cFi4xZAkEZ6B7SknGH1bVN8j66j6WktUr1VMhurovZCovY0K9HEwRkV3ls4aB5zeLfOWnS1imv1D9fqyNpj_nRc4j_k86iwXlNU2_g7SCHA4DTpjtjjSiYmxyi9fqm7/s320/garbage+cover+2.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh97xXkQIW10oZ0mdh7UyhkzTK1sZliMi4UraaIg_Tq72zQxQAKk-qv0PJgLJZLmGmJUxEVzP6mcDgXk4wH-Ri0KGgp6O5wvgzjRBnsE3lPPAS92fRlAP22pKJwthmmB590t9ptLu_YKlFq/s1600/Plamyra+trip+007.jpg"></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRIujt6OcDKyNbb4Jzp1rFeh6yrTkThXEAvadJNVm0W-tLUftaOWJNLJWJIt4EoTDrOHNNTlPCFHUxpsCDVkJPDAzttC3zV2MwuZBXNYZGGkxDzk2Agto9fwiE0TM4WZR2dISitm-69yrP/s1600/garbage+cover+1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504918821556549666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRIujt6OcDKyNbb4Jzp1rFeh6yrTkThXEAvadJNVm0W-tLUftaOWJNLJWJIt4EoTDrOHNNTlPCFHUxpsCDVkJPDAzttC3zV2MwuZBXNYZGGkxDzk2Agto9fwiE0TM4WZR2dISitm-69yrP/s320/garbage+cover+1.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBM0G-W5kLcfyYWZZbBhEFGEaWjoL3ypPYiyfA8i8J0sDmMgwm0hWVufJZkZIwLXRflThDeWZ9rnR2o0G67YERVee2RaH_3ZKBZcHeQg8X7zw3x2C9fMql0oP15ld7IWO-b7IxubIEovcO/s1600/Plamyra+trip+008.jpg"></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504924675387460146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio_PztRxrhLiMK_BCyAvHZXsnQrIneTquKOMxUusrl49J1rv0RVSWAM26xr200SxEKPCbhyphenhyphendtITDqFw4c0_rCGmu5QZo_IN-ccQy56XPTOG-4I4T-h2mN0MjM7qH_-ffGdNKrWib-vqj3Z/s320/garbabge+cover+3.jpg" /></div></div></div></div></div>Vallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16134375128547141299noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083455856039801638.post-62529589854296741982010-08-11T08:16:00.006-05:002010-10-08T17:36:16.072-05:00Hill Cumorah PageantFinally I'm getting around to posting the good stuff. The whole reason we went to Palmyra, New York was to see the <a href="http://www.hillcumorah.org/Pageant/">Hill Camorah Pageant</a>. It was wonderful! The cast mingles with the crowd before the performance. They were all very friendly, fun to talk to and patient with camera happy travelers. Here are a few pictures of the costumes we saw. Some were amazing! The snarly guy is King Noah from <a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/">The Book of Mormon</a>.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzkirNzrI8fqYpJxmlz4whAgmYAkyLCt4mDVIIyoDJFnl58EnPXYyk3moKg-tlMg-Yxa8TknSWA0iVOQBBacw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><br />Here are pictures from the performance. Not all of them are mine. Thus there are some good ones and some not-so-much good ones. Sitting a 27 miles from the stage was somewhat of a strain for my little camera. But considering the stage consists of 12 stages and takes up the side of a Godzilla hill we felt very much a part of the action.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyswnDyaED3W-OvHCSSsOdWOzARkWMdzqy1v3yvuHm0SzfLQGUaD5BF5MpRj7lcrjZY6wFQpbRnNK4tPreVxA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />The whole thing was great. The effects were impressive. With all the fire and explosions I can see why it's outside. Granted, there's historical reasons for being in that locale also. There was a monsoon that I'm convinced drenched the first couple rows of saps-who-saved-seats since Thanksgiving 2003. Waterfalls went from stage to stage, towers broke in pieces tumbled to the ground and exploded and the Savior descended from the Heavens. It was amazing! I highly recommend this to one and all. And it's FREE! Free parking, free performance, free shower (if you want to join the saps in the front row). You just have to get there in July. Happy travels.<br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504177159391971906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKXbmHFq1cFnOlLNchoPm_aVbacsvBAKOX69w1iAQbBWSb9OLxsG0Vu839Ov2f1N76WUuYwnm2zB4IvGg7oqU6zP1dZYrWNv7m2MTW5hFm05CgvqzZCRJRshPtd6acRun3m931_CS6KI0_/s320/Plamyra+trip+122.jpg" />We halted our mad attempt at setting land speed records on our drive home to stop in Kirtland, Ohio. This town is also significant in our church history. We toured the Kirtland Temple, dedicated in 1836. Baby enjoyed the freedom to move around. We both enjoyed the air conditioning and the little break it gave us from being on the road. </p>1,634.7 miles and 5 days later we arrived home. It was a grand adventure.Vallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16134375128547141299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083455856039801638.post-44268308221500358242010-07-23T12:39:00.006-05:002010-08-11T08:14:22.791-05:00Lake OntarioAfter a restful night of sleeping off two days of driving we headed out to see the sights. The town of Palmyra is 15-20 miles from Lake Ontario. Being so close we couldn't pass up the opportunity to go check it out.<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gwclxpx3_T8&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gwclxpx3_T8&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />What we didn't do was get it IN the water. Which is the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">equivalent</span> of going to the Louvre and not seeing the Mona Lisa. Or stopping at Grandpa's Cheese Barn and not tasting the smoked Gouda. All of which are tragedy's.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ROWw0vqViww&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ROWw0vqViww&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />In our defense of not getting wet, the rocky shore was coated in a thick green slime. So I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">dangled</span> baby's feet over the waters edge while my toes were mere inches away. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">We may</span> not have entered the water but now my baby's feet can down in the books as having been "dangled".<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgciMjQMzMdZmfz3qSv82yJINsyl-9YA4rFKfOLlq1ygw7anX-IAm_BX1MwRV_yMT7sfVW8g2UQqGD3lQny6jkI4UbN95Xj8kEdVa2rbn7kxCikg4X_BfCXciRKOlAzh6o3QmxNb20E5JZq/s1600/Train+Collage.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497159737253142690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgciMjQMzMdZmfz3qSv82yJINsyl-9YA4rFKfOLlq1ygw7anX-IAm_BX1MwRV_yMT7sfVW8g2UQqGD3lQny6jkI4UbN95Xj8kEdVa2rbn7kxCikg4X_BfCXciRKOlAzh6o3QmxNb20E5JZq/s400/Train+Collage.jpg" /></a> We happened upon a good sized farmers market coming back from the lake. They had this adorable train, a pirate ship and extensive jungle gym. The train was the most age appropriate for our doll.Vallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16134375128547141299noreply@blogger.com6