<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998092527079114033</id><updated>2024-09-14T02:28:26.247-05:00</updated><category term="Memories"/><category term="American Idol"/><category term="Grand Canyon"/><category term="Marriage"/><category term="Pikes Peak"/><title type='text'>The Positive Memory Project</title><subtitle type='html'>My upcoming 25 year anniversary to my wife combined with a recent article I read that said that remembering happy memories lead to a happier life has inspired me to write down memories of my wonderful and fulfilling marriage.  Thank you J!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://positivememories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998092527079114033/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://positivememories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16816974459982164116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998092527079114033.post-4899489499598460018</id><published>2011-09-25T18:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T18:32:20.315-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Grand Canyon"/><title type='text'>Memory 4 - Grand Canyon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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The kids were in 4th grade. We were just starting to home school.&amp;nbsp; I had a couple of of days I could take from work so we said, lets go to the grand canyon.&amp;nbsp; We lived in Arizona at the time so it wasn&#39;t a long road trip so we loaded everyone up on the car and headed out.&amp;nbsp; We hiked around and took photos.&amp;nbsp; K started a little notebook to take notes of everything she saw including the squirrel who scolded us for walking down the path.&amp;nbsp; She also had to have the ranger hat to make it official.&amp;nbsp; C wanted the environmentally themed comic book. &lt;br /&gt;
There was just a little snow on the side of the path that the kids played in.&amp;nbsp; It was a big deal because they had not seen much snow.&amp;nbsp; Growing up in the north, my wife and I tried not to scoff at the 5 foot square patch of snow because the kids were having such a good time with it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Denver.&amp;nbsp; We got incredibly lucky because Denver was experiencing an uncommonly warm indian summer.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihexOcVVJCu3hwgFgyw1JGeYGXVS5V6ZIMqpT8NLvVfsX0Sg05pLDgzoTu2m_tQTNNNYwGuKQeOA8LdEra15UNhHAToIYg06D-KYCN8qvS-6X6T07SWY-rjW96zIAujZKDQjy-lXonJqK4/s1600/2010-10-10+15.01.08.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihexOcVVJCu3hwgFgyw1JGeYGXVS5V6ZIMqpT8NLvVfsX0Sg05pLDgzoTu2m_tQTNNNYwGuKQeOA8LdEra15UNhHAToIYg06D-KYCN8qvS-6X6T07SWY-rjW96zIAujZKDQjy-lXonJqK4/s320/2010-10-10+15.01.08.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was 10.10.2010 so we got on the cog railway and headed up above 10,000 feet to Pikes Peak.&amp;nbsp; The kids were born in the Arizona Desert and then we moved to hot Texas.&amp;nbsp; They are not used to the cold so when we got off the train, the immediately began freaking out.&amp;nbsp; It didn&#39;t matter because their photo crazy father made them stand patently in front of every view he could find for a picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://positivememories.blogspot.com/feeds/601697768290590153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://positivememories.blogspot.com/2011/09/pikes-peak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998092527079114033/posts/default/601697768290590153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998092527079114033/posts/default/601697768290590153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://positivememories.blogspot.com/2011/09/pikes-peak.html' title='Memory 3 - Pikes Peak'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16816974459982164116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvj3G9ARSLAGRrgl_DxWSq46ZWiNRz1TEnAh5yH7sixxKJFEzkRJyeevkabUHx6ogN-SoXv5FJ22Y73uvkjMQGnAuuNMc5-blVuPc4U-b-03QR5Xm3tnHJYozM3rpZiFBJIyuXE7Qp0jkn/s72-c/2010-10-10+15.55.44.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998092527079114033.post-8670898069773007949</id><published>2011-05-13T16:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T18:19:43.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory 2 - America&#39;s Got Talent</title><content type='html'>The day after &lt;a href=&quot;http://positivememories.blogspot.com/2011/05/memory-1-its-time-for-american-idol.html&quot;&gt;American Idol&lt;/a&gt;, we had managed to dig up &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.on-camera-audiences.com/shows/show/142/Americas_Got_Talent_in_Los_Angeles/&quot;&gt;tickets to auditions for America&#39;s Got Talent.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our&amp;nbsp;concern&amp;nbsp;had been that we would not get into American Idol after investing so much time, money and emotional energy. &amp;nbsp; The tickets were decidedly easier to get and we later found out that nobody was turned away. &lt;br /&gt;
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This whole circumstance lead to about 2 days of consternation, weekend texts to my boss K and frantic planning as we tried to figure out how we could possibly get to LA to use these tickets without breaking the bank.&lt;br /&gt;
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The plan was this:&amp;nbsp; Pull the kids out of school and fly to LA super early the morning of the show. Stay in Torrance because it was cheap and I knew it having traveled to Torrance many times for work. Then see the show and take the train back because we could do so for half the cost of the last minute airfare.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We were not 100% certain about the tickets so we also tried to find other shows we could see so the kids would not be disappointed if the AI thing melted down.&lt;br /&gt;
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We got up Thursday morning, ate some&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.saltlickbbq.com/locations_airport.html&quot;&gt; Salt Lick &lt;/a&gt;tacos at the airport and got on the plane.&amp;nbsp; When we got to LA, we picked up a rental car and drove over to The Groves Mall which is right near CBS where they film American Idol.&amp;nbsp; As we walked through The Groves, we stumbled on the filming of Extra so we stopped to watch.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we got there, there were about 35 people in front of us. &amp;nbsp;They all had lawn chairs and all the stuff you might want if you were going to be sitting someplace for hours. &amp;nbsp; I had seen a Goodwill down the road so I headed off to Goodwill and was lucky enough to return with 3 lawn chairs. &amp;nbsp;Then I headed off to a little pharmacy and got some sunblock. &amp;nbsp; We hung out there a few more hours until people came out and started making announcements. &amp;nbsp;They eventually came by, wrote our position in line on our tickets and said we had 15 minutes to get rid of all our junk.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, we were parked about a mile or so away. &amp;nbsp;I loaded up 3 chairs, everyone&#39;s mobile phones and various other junk and started running in the nice clothes they had asked us to come in, a mile each way, in about 85 degrees. &amp;nbsp;I found the car, dropped off the junk and ran back arriving in plenty of time but drenched in sweat.&lt;br /&gt;
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After about 20 minutes (note the extra time), they started walking us in the gates where we stopped and waited a while longer. &amp;nbsp; While we were waiting, Stephen Tyler (&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/#!/iamstevent&quot;&gt;@IamStevenT&lt;/a&gt;) rode by on his&amp;nbsp;motorcycle&amp;nbsp;to cheers. &amp;nbsp;This was my first indication that he was actually much cooler than I had expected. &amp;nbsp; After waiting for 15 minutes or so, the line started moving again. &amp;nbsp;We eventually got up to a woman who said &quot;if you split up, I have better seats for you.&quot; &amp;nbsp;I immediately said yes, split us. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;From there they walked us in to a holding area where we waited another couple of hours still not knowing where we were sitting. &lt;br /&gt;
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About a half hour before the event, they started lining people up and taking them in. &amp;nbsp; We sat patiently and were eventually walked in where we had to wait under the seats while they finished up with a&amp;nbsp;rehearsal. &amp;nbsp; After about 5 more minutes, they walked us out and we got the first glimpse of our seats, just to the right of Stephen Tyler. &amp;nbsp;We were separated by a row and a few seats but not much more.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://positivememories.blogspot.com/feeds/8441767569358927058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://positivememories.blogspot.com/2011/05/memory-1-its-time-for-american-idol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998092527079114033/posts/default/8441767569358927058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998092527079114033/posts/default/8441767569358927058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://positivememories.blogspot.com/2011/05/memory-1-its-time-for-american-idol.html' title='Memory 1, its time for American Idol!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16816974459982164116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaZJSbUEINj3peoZuytwid8BURH-Oto2HMZmp7QRlNl5bng5CpU_LU6rbbWCP5dylkYIdAWfe3WTCbbaCVjmOw-xiG_clKdShBss-l1V01ocpJhimPNjb3Nlvwr31SnInvNosUQSF-ck64/s72-c/193512_10150131192734625_558884624_6156021_702463_o.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998092527079114033.post-984019602660681084</id><published>2011-05-04T06:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T07:59:56.862-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Marriage"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Memories"/><title type='text'>The inspiration</title><content type='html'>Last night as I sat in bed, I scanned the people I follow on twitter (@positivememory) and I stumbled across this post from @psychcentral - News: Remembering Happy Days Helps Future Happiness &lt;a class=&quot;twitter-timeline-link&quot; href=&quot;http://bit.ly/lqOde7&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;http://bit.ly/lqOde7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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On June 14, 2011, my wife and I will be celebrating our 25th wedding anniversary.&amp;nbsp; At age 44, that is over half of my life.&amp;nbsp; We have together with our children had our share and maybe a few others share of happy memories.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes in the day to day grind, those memories get lost.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am going to attempt to jot down some of those memories.&lt;br /&gt;
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I admit, 25 years of memories are likely to be a challenge especially in the 2/3rds of which that existed before digital cameras.&lt;br /&gt;
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They will be in no particular order but clearly the more recent will be the low hanging fruit and so I will pick off those first.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://positivememories.blogspot.com/feeds/984019602660681084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://positivememories.blogspot.com/2011/05/inspiration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998092527079114033/posts/default/984019602660681084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998092527079114033/posts/default/984019602660681084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://positivememories.blogspot.com/2011/05/inspiration.html' title='The inspiration'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16816974459982164116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>