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Most weeks I have about five newspaper baggies of dog poo and a Pick N Save bag of garbage in my cart. Maybe if it was a big week, I will have another bag. Throw in the monthly furnace filter and that is about it. Some people will two or three carts of stuff. What do people buy and use that they generate that much stuff? I rarely eat fast or take out food so that is alot of waste I don't generate. I recycle everything I can. &lt;br /&gt;
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Welcome to 2012.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I look back on 2011, I had lots of great experiences and new adventures. I traveled across the country from Florida to California. Philly and Washington DC to Vegas. I met some amazing new people that I'm proud to call friends.&lt;br /&gt;
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I started a run streak on Thanksgiving. My goal was to run at least one mile every day from Thanksgiving thru the end of the year. I accomplished this goal. I was a bit nervous about how I would do after running a half marathon in Vegas but I think getting up early the next morning and running with Annie helped my legs recover quicker. I probably would have kept going but the weather turned crappy and running outside was miserable. I have a gym membership but hate, hate, hate running on treadmills. I feel like if I run at the Pettit, I need to get in more miles and some days, I just don't have time to block out an hour or more for running.&lt;br /&gt;
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This year I am once again looking for new challenges.&lt;br /&gt;
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So I decided to sign up for Ragnar. What is Ragnar, you ask? You can see all the fun details&lt;a href="http://www.ragnarrelay.com/race/chicago" target="_blank"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; But it is a 200 mile relay run between Madison, WI and Chicago, IL in early June.There are 12 runners in a group and we rotate running legs. We run day into night and back into day again. Some Team Challenge friends did it last year and talked about how crazy fun it was, so I was talking with someone and we both said "What the Hell, Let's go for it" So I mailed off my race entry fee to the team captain and proceeded to freak out.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am also trying to keep running and staying active so I have been signing up for other races as well. I am doing the Samson Stomp at the Milwaukee County Zoo in a little over a week. The following weekend I'm part of a marathon relay at the Pettit Ice Center. This is a team of four people who have to run a total of 96 laps around the track. We still have no strategy (or maybe that is our strategy).&lt;br /&gt;
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After that, I have no idea. I would like to run at least a race each month. 5k and 10k are preferred but am thinking about heading back to Napa with Team Challenge again for another half marathon.&lt;br /&gt;
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So what new challenges should I embark on for 2012?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18703041-6033462373212341377?l=heyjowhileyerup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I can't believe how fast this season has gone by. 14 weeks ago, I was just meeting my new group of mentees, assuring them that they&amp;nbsp; A.) won't die and B.) can raise a ton of money for Team&amp;nbsp; Challenge and the Crohn's and Colitis Foundation. I am so proud of them and how they have done such a good job with their training and fundraising.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am a bit worried about how to prepare for the race. With it starting at 5:30 pm, it is much different than I'm used to. Trying to figure out when and how to eat and drink. I don't want to have to stop and pee or be not hydrated enough.&amp;nbsp; I was planning the run out a bit and was happy to see that there were 8 water/GU stops along the course. That means I won't have to carry any water with me.&amp;nbsp; Yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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I was a bit disappointed to see that Steel Panther won't be playing at the House of Blues or GVR this year.&amp;nbsp; It was a blast seeing them last year. I just may make the trip to Chicago to go see them at the end of the month. I still have three vacation days to schedule. &lt;br /&gt;
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Also looking forward to a few places for beers. It is nice that the Burger Bar is in our hotel. I can stumble back to the room.&amp;nbsp; I'm hoping that we can hit up another place or two after the race on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm blaming it on the lack of sunlight.&amp;nbsp; I'm leaving work and it is dark outside and by time I get home it is dark outside. And the cold. I hate cold weather. Give me 90's any day over the 30's. &lt;br /&gt;
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I'm walking the dogs in the dark at the park. I'm not overly fond of this because of the deer and coyotes that roam the area. More so the coyotes.&lt;br /&gt;
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By time I get back from walking the dogs I don't feel like working out so I put my lounge pants on, eat dinner and snuggle with the puppies on the couch. Some nights I feel like I could go to bed by 7 pm.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm hoping my trip to Vegas will help cure this grumpyness a bit. If not, it will be a long winter. &lt;br /&gt;
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I've also been looking at some vacation options for Jan/Feb. I would like to go back to Mexico. The weather and scenery were beautiful. The resort was fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;
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So who's up for a tropical vacation?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18703041-2869113361039055951?l=heyjowhileyerup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I have been working on a small project of documenting several processes that our group performs.&amp;nbsp; The one I started yesterday involved going to a vendor website, downloading some updated files, unzipping the files and repackaging the files that are needed by our system. We then move these smaller file packages to various servers depending on the package type.&amp;nbsp; Because of how we do our development work, this mean putting the files out in four different environments.&amp;nbsp; Development, IT Testing (we test how good our development is), UAT (where we let our users do testing) and production. I figured this would take me a day to perform the action and write up the processes.&lt;br /&gt;
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That came to a screeching halt.&amp;nbsp; Because this is a fairly new process that was implemented about eight months ago there have only been two updates to this area.&lt;br /&gt;
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It turns out that each of our four environments are set up differently.&amp;nbsp; Not good.&amp;nbsp; They should all be the same.&amp;nbsp; How else can you expect something that you developed to work properly if, as you migrate it up the chain to production, everything is different? You can't.&lt;br /&gt;
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So at 2:30 this afternoon, I pull together two of the people who worked on this previously.&amp;nbsp; No one knew why everything was different.&amp;nbsp; The guy who did most of this work went to another area shortly after this was implemented.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now it is my mess to clean up.&amp;nbsp; We have to get each of the environments look identical.&amp;nbsp; That means trying to figure out what they did in production and working backward to replicate it.&amp;nbsp; This means making server changes, database changes code changes and who knows what other changes. &lt;br /&gt;
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This may now consume the rest of the month if not longer for me.&amp;nbsp; I don't mind it, as I am learning lots of new stuff but I hate going back and cleaning up other people's messes that they were too lazy or incompetent to do right the first time.&lt;br /&gt;
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It also meant that I didn't get out of work until almost five and hit some crappy traffic on the way home.&amp;nbsp; It took me an hour to get home and I had to walk the dogs in the dark.&amp;nbsp; That made no one happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18703041-6556583534273738725?l=heyjowhileyerup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms,geneva; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Donation  to Tomorrow's Hope. &lt;/strong&gt;As I posted the other day on our Facebook and  Twitter, we closed out the books on the 2011 Tyranena Oktoberfest Bike Ride and  mailed a donation check to Tomorrow's Hope in the amount of $19,107.47.  Woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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A couple weeks ago a friend and I volunteered at the annual &lt;a href="http://www.tyranena.com/bikeride/"&gt;Tyranena Oktoberfest Bike Ride&lt;/a&gt;. This was our second year of volunteering and I have ridden in the event three times previously.&amp;nbsp; Tyranena always puts on a great event.&amp;nbsp; It doesn't hurt when they make some awesome beer that we get to drink for helping out. It make me feel good to know that our help made a difference and that alot of money was raised to go to a great charity.&lt;br /&gt;
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We are volunteering again for the &lt;a href="http://www.tyranena.com/beerrun/website.htm"&gt;Beer Run&lt;/a&gt; next weekend.&amp;nbsp; This event will benefit the Lake Mills food pantry and the Jefferson County Humane Society. I kinda would like to run the half marathon but my times are not quite where I want them to be and I would very likely be one of the last people out on the course. I am hoping that maybe next year I will be faster and can run it.Instead we will be in the finishers tent handing out snacks and water and collecting timing chips.&lt;br /&gt;
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One of the things I told myself is that I would start doing more volunteer work. Whether it is at events like this, working with Team Challenge or company sponsored events. I am fortunate to have the time and energy to help out and feel that what I do does make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;
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How have you made a difference??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18703041-6680979077769605564?l=heyjowhileyerup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Last night I had a dream that my work hubby and I were in his car.&amp;nbsp; We were driving with the top down on a bridge. There was construction on the bridge. We had to stop when the bridge took a sudden shift up.&amp;nbsp; We got out of the car and walked to the end of bridge.&amp;nbsp; There were some people on the section that we were trying to get to.&amp;nbsp; They were telling us how to get up there in the car.&lt;br /&gt;
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Next thing I know work hubby is falling over the side of the bridge. I can so distinctly hear him hitting the ground followed by cars honking. I remember screaming and woke up.&amp;nbsp; I lay in bed for quite awhile this morning because I couldn't shake the strange feeling I had.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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When I got to work, work hubby was already there. I was relieved.&amp;nbsp; I settled in and sent this tweet at 7:44 am. "&lt;i&gt;Had a bizarre dream last night that work hubby fell off a bridge. Kinda freaked me out&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;
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While checking Twitter about twenty minutes later I see that there is a report of someone falling/jumping off the Hoan bridge this morning. At first &lt;a href="http://www.jsonline.com/news/milwaukee/authorities-investigate-after-person-falls-from-hoan-bridge-131044553.html"&gt;details&lt;/a&gt; were rather sketchy but it turns out that a man had some car problems, got out of his car to look under the hood and was hit and thrown over the side of the bridge by another driver. He fell 80 feet to his tragic death.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I read that I had to go into the bathroom at work because I started to cry.&amp;nbsp; I have no idea why this freaked me out so bad. It did and still does leave me with a very unsettled feeling in my stomach. I feel so bad for this man's family.&lt;br /&gt;
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I just hope that I don't have more dreams like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18703041-3853929599680216898?l=heyjowhileyerup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A big thank you to &lt;a href="http://blog.pigtailpals.com/"&gt;Pigtailpals.com&lt;/a&gt; for letting me borrow this great message.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Waking up Awesome!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="mceTemp mceIEcenter" style="text-align: left;"&gt;There was a time when you were five years old,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mceTemp mceIEcenter" style="text-align: left;"&gt;and you woke up full of awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mceTemp mceIEcenter" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mceTemp mceIEcenter" style="text-align: left;"&gt;You knew you were awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mceTemp mceIEcenter" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mceTemp mceIEcenter" style="text-align: left;"&gt;You loved yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mceTemp mceIEcenter" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mceTemp mceIEcenter" style="text-align: left;"&gt;You thought you were beautiful,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mceTemp mceIEcenter" style="text-align: left;"&gt;even with missing teeth and messy hair and mismatched socks inside your grubby sneakers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mceTemp mceIEcenter" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mceTemp mceIEcenter" style="text-align: left;"&gt;You loved your body, and the things it could do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mceTemp mceIEcenter" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mceTemp mceIEcenter" style="text-align: left;"&gt;You thought you were strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mceTemp mceIEcenter" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mceTemp mceIEcenter" style="text-align: left;"&gt;You knew you were smart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mceTemp mceIEcenter" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mceTemp mceIEcenter" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Do you still have it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mceTemp mceIEcenter" style="text-align: left;"&gt;The awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mceTemp mceIEcenter" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mceTemp mceIEcenter" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Did someone take it from you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mceTemp mceIEcenter" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Did you let them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mceTemp mceIEcenter" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Did you hand it over, because someone told you weren’t beautiful enough, thin enough, smart enough, good enough?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mceTemp mceIEcenter" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why the hell would you listen to them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mceTemp mceIEcenter" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Did you consider they might be full of shit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mceTemp mceIEcenter" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mceTemp mceIEcenter" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wouldn’t that  be nuts, to tell my little girl below that in another five or ten years  she might hate herself because she doesn’t look like a starving and  Photoshopped fashion model?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mceTemp mceIEcenter" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Or even more bizarre, that she should be sexy over smart, beautiful over bold?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mceTemp mceIEcenter" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Are you freaking kidding me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mceTemp mceIEcenter" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mceTemp mceIEcenter" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Look at her. She is full of awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mceTemp mceIEcenter" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mceTemp mceIEcenter" style="text-align: left;"&gt;You were, once. Maybe you still are. Maybe you are in the process of getting it back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mceTemp mceIEcenter" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mceTemp mceIEcenter" style="text-align: left;"&gt;All I know is that if you aren’t waking up feeling like this about yourself, you are really missing out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18703041-8708808938565485158?l=heyjowhileyerup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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One friend's father passed away Saturday very unexpectedly. Another friend's mom has been going through some rough times and it looks like the end may be near. Today I got a call from my mom about another friend who I have not seen in probably 10 years that her mom had passed away on Monday.&amp;nbsp; Three months ago another good friend's mom passed away.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know all about the circle of life. I watched The Lion King, but it doesn't mean I have to like it.&lt;br /&gt;
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I just hate that my friends and I are now getting to that age where we are losing our parents.&amp;nbsp; I am not that old. &lt;br /&gt;
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It has been a little over two years (Aug 21st) that my dad passed away.&amp;nbsp; I still miss him so much. I miss talking to him about stupid stuff or just to even say hi.&amp;nbsp; While the pain has subsided, the heartache is still always there.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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This past weekend at camping it was decided that we are doing away with the third week of August. Too many bad things happen. Three years ago, my friend's brother died, two years was my dad and this year, two friends lost their parents.&lt;br /&gt;
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The only good thing was 11 years ago two great friends got married. They were even nice enough to offer to move their anniversary date to not coincide with the "bad" week.&lt;br /&gt;
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I want to go to more weddings and less funerals. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;They are getting great starts by their pitchers and not giving up the stupid plays that used to beleaguer them in the past.
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&lt;br /&gt;The best part is that they are fun to watch and look like they are having fun playing.  
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&lt;br /&gt;Nyjer Morgan (aka &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/Tony_Plush"&gt;Tony Plush&lt;/a&gt;) has been a hoot to listen to in post game interviews and on Twitter.  Yesterday he adopted a kitten from the humane society and Twitter was all abuzz about it. The kitten's name is Slick Willy. 
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&lt;br /&gt;John Axford has 35 saves so far this season and 32 consecutive saves.  Unbelievable.
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&lt;br /&gt;I've only been to a handful of games this season so far but have plans to hit up at least two more.  Tickets are now hard to come by.
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&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to them having a long extended season this fall.
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She had put the word out on Twitter and G+ that she was having a mini bowling party at a local bar, &lt;a href="http://www.kozsminibowl.com/"&gt;Koz's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never remembered it being called mini bowling before.  We always called it &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Duck_pin_bowling"&gt;duck pin bowling&lt;/a&gt;.  Why?? I have no idea. I have not been duck pin bowling in at least 20 years.  If I recall, R and I went before we were even married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo...  We met up at Koz's about 7pm.  There ended up being about 20 people who showed up during the evening.  We broke up teams by the old fashioned way.  We counted off by three's like you did for gym class in school.  This made for some interesting teams to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since about half the people had never met each other before, in real life, we had to use everyone's Twitter names.  Then we all knew each other.  Only a couple people knew how to mark score.  I was one of them. I tried to keep score for the first game but gave up on the second.  The others were on their own.  I did teach a few and they seemed to catch on so all was well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two games, people were getting restless.  By this time everyone was enjoying the $2 bottles of Lite or the $1 glasses of PBR or Schlitz and talking and laughing.  We stopped for a bit when it was noticed that there were fire trucks and ambulance across the street.  Turns out the firefighters weren't here to strip for Sp0on but to attend to a child that was hit by a car.  (Side note: you never heard about it on the news or in the paper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed up to Bryant's Lounge.  There ended up being about a dozen of us there.  We walked in and noticed that it was dark.  Very dark. Like so dark, we all pulled out our phones so we could see where we were going, dark.  Because there were so many of us they said that they had no place for us to sit.  We headed outside to discuss our options and decided to head to&lt;a href="http://www.bombshelterbar.com/"&gt; Bomb Shelter&lt;/a&gt; instead. They have a great selection of craft beers and was just down the street from where we were.  It was fun to sit in the back area and check out all the beer and Milwaukee memorabilia.  They had some classic stuff.  Check out their website for some of the pics of the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few hours, I was running out of steam and headed home.  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There are people from 43 states, DC and 6 countries.  Quite the diverse gang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Earlier this week, we got the agenda for the two days.  It is quite jam packed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Thursday, April  28/L-1: Tweetup Day 1*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;7:30 a.m. to 9:30  a.m. – Registration at the Kennedy Space Center Press Accreditation Badging  Building; travel to the press site, set up, meet fellow participants  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;10:00 a.m. – Welcome  by &lt;a title="http://www.twitter.com/NASA" href="http://www.twitter.com/NASA"&gt;@NASA&lt;/a&gt; team members Stephanie Schierholz  and John Yembrick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;10:07 a.m. – Meet the  tweeps &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;10:45 a.m. – Demo of  Extravehicular Mobility Unit (EMU) and Mark III spacesuits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;11:00 a.m. – Lunch  break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;12:00 p.m.-1:40 p.m.  -- NASA TV starts for the formal #NASATweetup program, featuring: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: -0.25in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 1.75in; margin-right: 0in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.nasa.gov/centers/kennedy/about/biographies/hutcherson.html" href="http://www.nasa.gov/centers/kennedy/about/biographies/hutcherson.html"&gt;Dana  M. Hutcherson&lt;/a&gt;, space  shuttle Endeavour’s flow director, , Kennedy Space Center &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-indent: -0.25in; margin-left: 1.75in; font-family: arial;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Tara Ruttley,  International Space Station associate program scientist, NASA's Johnson Space  Center, &lt;a title="http://www.twitter.com/ISS_research" href="http://www.twitter.com/ISS_research"&gt;@ISS_research&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-indent: -0.25in; margin-left: 1.75in; font-family: arial;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Astronaut &lt;a title="http://www.jsc.nasa.gov/Bios/htmlbios/anderson-c.html" href="http://www.jsc.nasa.gov/Bios/htmlbios/anderson-c.html"&gt;Clay Anderson&lt;/a&gt;,  &lt;a title="https://twitter.com/Astro_Clay" href="https://twitter.com/Astro_Clay"&gt;@Astro_Clay&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="http://www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/station/expeditions/expedition15/index.html" href="http://www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/station/expeditions/expedition15/index.html"&gt;Expedition  15&lt;/a&gt; flight engineer, &lt;a title="http://www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/shuttle/shuttlemissions/sts131/main/index.html" href="http://www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/shuttle/shuttlemissions/sts131/main/index.html"&gt;STS-131&lt;/a&gt;  mission specialist, shuttle Discovery (April 5-20, 2010)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;1:45 p.m. – Board  tour buses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;2:00 p.m. – Tour of  NASA's Kennedy Space Center, including visits to the Apollo Saturn V Center, a  drive by the Shuttle Landing Facility, Mate-Demate Device, Orbiter Processing  Facility, Vehicle Assembly Building and Mobile Launcher Platforms, and viewing  of the retraction of the Rotating Service Structure, scheduled for 7 p.m.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;8:15 p.m. – Return to  the press site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Friday, April 29/  Launch: Tweetup Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;8:00 a.m. – Badges  will get you in Kennedy Space Center Launch Complex 39 press  site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;9:00 a.m. – Group  picture beside the countdown clock &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;9:05 a.m. – Astronaut  &lt;a title="http://www.jsc.nasa.gov/Bios/htmlbios/arnold-rr.html" href="http://www.jsc.nasa.gov/Bios/htmlbios/arnold-rr.html"&gt;Ricky Arnold&lt;/a&gt;,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;STS-119  Discovery (March 15-28, 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;9:30 a.m. – Astronaut  &lt;a title="http://www.nasa.gov/offices/education/leadership/melvin_bio.html" href="http://www.nasa.gov/offices/education/leadership/melvin_bio.html"&gt;Leland  Melvin&lt;/a&gt;, associate administrator for Education, NASA Headquarters, &lt;a title="http://www.twitter.com/Astro_Flow" href="http://www.twitter.com/Astro_Flow"&gt;@Astro_Flow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;10:00 a.m. – Daire  McCabe, designer at LEGO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;10:30 a.m. – Lt. Col.  Patrick Barrett, 45th Weather Squadron, U.S. Air Force&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;~11:57 a.m. –  Astronauts depart their crew quarters for Launch Pad 39A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;~12:10 p.m.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;–  Tweetup participants (assembled along the road across from the Launch Control  Center) wave to the crew as they drive by in the astrovan on their way to the  launch pad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;~2:15 p.m. – STS-134  Closeout Crew member (Endeavour's hatch is closed and latched for launch at  ~1:42 p.m. EDT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;3:47  p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;  – &lt;b&gt;Launch of space shuttle Endeavour on the STS-134  mission&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;~5:00 p.m. –  Post-launch news conference on NASA TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;7:30 p.m. - #NASABrewUp commences. Everyone is bringing a beer from their home state/country for a sampling event. I am bringing several bottles of New Glarus products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;One of my favorite disclaimers is this "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ASA's Kennedy Space  Center is part of the Merritt Island National Wildlife Refuge. While on Kennedy  Space Center you may encounter a variety of wildlife, including alligators and  poisonous snakes. If you see such an animal, do not approach it or attempt to  feed it. Please notify a public affairs officer or other NASA  personnel."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It seems like it has been so long since I first found out about the Tweetup. Now it is almost here. I am now beginning to get more excited about going.  I know that may sound geeky to some people, but I think that launching human beings into space it still pretty fucking cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Follow me on Twitter (HeyJo1) to see my thoughts and impressions of my journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18703041-1593690952688361636?l=heyjowhileyerup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I've met all sorts of people.  From Team Challenge to Beer Club.  All a very interesting and eclectic group.  Some people will definately be good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I follow &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/NASAKennedy"&gt;@NASAKennedy&lt;/a&gt; on Twitter.  I have followed them for quite awhile now.  I loved watching the tweets about the space shuttles and other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I seen a tweet from them about a NASA Tweetup.  A Tweetup is nothing more than a gathering of people who meet up in real life that met on Twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vFs_3a-AeXM/TYqvvdC_l9I/AAAAAAAAAdI/gDgV7Jjj1VY/s1600/z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 79px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vFs_3a-AeXM/TYqvvdC_l9I/AAAAAAAAAdI/gDgV7Jjj1VY/s400/z.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587471517492418514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought what the heck.  Went out to the link and signed up.  I even posted that I signed up.  Didn't really give it much thought.  On Saturday, I got the email that @NASATweetup is following me.  Hmm. I wonder if they are following everyone who applied to see what people tweet about and what not.  Again, I didn't give it a whole lot of thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Monday.  I get home and check my email and see an email from someone I don't recognize.  I don't use that email address for spam and crap so I was curious.  I opened it up and read this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Dear Jo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Congratulations, your  registration has been selected to attend the &lt;a title="http://www.nasa.gov/connect/tweetup/tweetup_ksc_04-18-2011.html" href="http://www.nasa.gov/connect/tweetup/tweetup_ksc_04-18-2011.html"&gt;NASA  Tweetup&lt;/a&gt; at space shuttle Endeavour's targeted launch April 18-19 at NASA’s  Kennedy Space Center in Florida! The event will provide you the opportunity to  speak with shuttle technicians, engineers, astronauts, and managers, and to  experience the launch of space shuttle Endeavour to the International Space  Station.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Please read this  entire e-mail carefully for instructions on securing your spot and planning your  attendance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me a few times of reading it before it sank in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY CRAP!!  I am going to Florida to see the Space Shuttle Endeavour launch.  This is the last launch of a space shuttle, EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to watch the launch from about 3 miles away which is as close as people can actually be.  Any public viewing areas are like 12-15 miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started watching the hashtag #NASATweetup. I seen a tweet from a girl (from Oklahoma City) who was looking for someone to share a rental car with.  I replied back that I was interested.  Turns out she has a place to stay for free and we are going to split the cost of the car for the week.  That will be a huge cost savings as it is spring break and prices are jacked up sky high in that area.  Good thing airfare is so cheap to Orlando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to apply today for my security credentials.  That was an interesting process.  It will take a day or so for me to be approved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for further updates on my TweetUp adventure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18703041-5178599249397740838?l=heyjowhileyerup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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No one in the group had actually ever been on this tour so it made it even more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tour ended up only being a few of us.  &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/mitch_j"&gt;Mitch&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/sp0on"&gt;Sara&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/ndf2"&gt;Neil &lt;/a&gt;and Neil's friend, Jeff.  We paid our $7, got our glass and had it filled with beer.  The tour we wanted to go on was full so we had to wait 30 minutes for the next one.  Darn. I guess that meant we had to have another free beer.  Fill up glass with beer.  We stood and talked and next thing you know it was time for our tour to start.  Quick, go fill up the glass with more beer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We follow Sean around to the first station.  The group is large and we are towards the back so we can't really see or hear anything.  He is talking about the grains used.  I can see a box of Grape Nuts.  That's about all I know.  We move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go up the stairs.  We look inside the big kettles.  Sean is still talking but we are not really paying attention.  It is more fun to take picture of the Flux Capacitor.  Not sure if it really works but by this time it is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nw__ppWMG5A/TYAJUFP8TbI/AAAAAAAAAc4/sLgqR4JdABI/s1600/1299974858114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nw__ppWMG5A/TYAJUFP8TbI/AAAAAAAAAc4/sLgqR4JdABI/s400/1299974858114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584473778550492594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go back downstairs.  Looks at some more stuff, everyone goes into the cooler.  I was getting my beer refilled so I was a bit behind everyone.  Next thing I know the doors to the cooler are closing, I rush in.  People are now calling me Indiana Jones.  We leave the cooler and find this little graphy thing outside of it.  It has squigly lines on it.  I make the joke that it is recording earthquakes in Japan.  I know that it is really measuring the temperature and humidity in the room.  No one lets me tweet what I really want to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xmbha9lJrLs/TYAJUM033VI/AAAAAAAAAcw/fpOW9W9FRXc/s1600/1299976403855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xmbha9lJrLs/TYAJUM033VI/AAAAAAAAAcw/fpOW9W9FRXc/s400/1299976403855.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584473780584439122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got to see of HAL2000.  I forgot to get a picture of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch remarks that he really didn't pay much attention to the tour.  Really?!?  Shock. We all kinda wandered around and tweeted alot of OH's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tour is about done, we hang around to drink more free beer and decide what we are going to do next....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed tuned for part 2 of Beer Club Field Trip.  Next up:  Neil's Wood&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18703041-86096899326262210?l=heyjowhileyerup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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