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/><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777900991557618049.post-1911466414993585576</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jan 2012 04:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-25T22:35:26.096-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mom mary good-bye</category><title>Sad Day</title><description>Today I got the call I was expecting, but was still hoping wouldn't come for a while yet. My step-mom, Mary passed away today. She had been sick for awhile. Actually we thought she wouldn't make it until Christmas, but I think through sheer will, she did.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's spent the last month at home with my dad, but she was no longer getting any treatment for either the cancer she had, or the bacterial infection in her lungs that she has been fighting for several years now. They sent her home with in-home hospice care, which is never a fun word, and couldn't treat her for her ailments because she was just too weak to handle them. The Friday before Christmas was the day they made the decision to stop the treatments. That was the day I went to the hospital thinking it was the last time I'd see her. Luckily it wasn't, but I'd obviously like more time. Much more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, the thing is, she was in a lot of pain in the end. She was getting a ton of pain meds and that is not fun for anyone. Now she is pain-free. That is the blessing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, Mary was technically my step-mom, but my dad and her had been married 41 years. I'm 42, so it's not like I know anything different. Basically, it was like I had two moms. I never lived with my dad and Mary, but I'd say she was as close to a biological mother as you could get, without the actual biology.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She taught me a lot of things over the years. She taught how to appreciate antiques (she had a ton of old stuff), she taught me latch-hooking when it was all the craze, she taught me that plants should not die when they are in your possession. I need to work on that last one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One funny memory. I was maybe 9 or 10 years-old and we were on vacation in Wisconsin. We rented a house, we needed it when all the kids were together, and I was the last one eating breakfast. She asked if I wanted another piece of French toast and I said, "Nah." But I guess she thought I said "yeah" and gave me another one. The problem was I was stuffed and couldn't possible eat another bite. She came back and said I better eat it since I asked for it. I didn't want to say she hear me wrong so I wrapped it in a paper napkin and went into the bedroom and threw it away. Being a smart kid, I didn't just toss it in the trash, I put it under the bag that was in the small can, thus concealing it. Really all I did was have her find it later. At least I assume. She never said anything, but there is no way she didn't find it. So I guess she also taught me to not waste food and that parents are smarter than kids.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My big worry now is my dad. He's going to be alone for the first time ever. Yes, he's been divorced, but I don't think there was a long gap and this is much different. &amp;nbsp;The good thing is he has seven kids and many grandkids to keep him busy. That is our job now, to look out for him and try to fill the whole left by Mary's passing. Keeping him busy will help me, too. At least I hope so, because when I'm not doing anything that's when I remember she is gone. It's going to take a while to get used to that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a picture of Mary with my brother and I from 1981. I think we were in Florida. Pardon the crappy scan quality.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I have to try and get some sleep. I'll probably have more to say after this is all over, but this is going to be an exhausting week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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First up, exercise equipment. We all want to look great, right? We want ripped abs, if your a guy, strong shoulders, nice pipes, etc. Though, funny enough, we must not care about our legs, guys, as we never see a good machine on TV to get rid of the dreaded Bird Legs. Anyway, today we have a new exercise machine. One like you've never seen before. Well, you've never seen it if you are under 70 or healthy. Take a look and see what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;
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Okay, what does that make you think of? Yes, it's a walker! Like you're grandma uses! If you pay attention to the first five seconds of the video you will swear the guy can't walk and is using it to assist him in moving about.&lt;br /&gt;
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To be fair, maybe somebody who went through, or witnessed someone going through, some heavy physical therapy and noticed how much the upper body can develop in those situations. But, come on! Don't have some totally ripped dude walking around with the Ultra Walker like he got that strong doing dips and push ups.&lt;br /&gt;
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Also, curls with this thing? Can you &lt;i&gt;make&lt;/i&gt; it anymore awkward, Chandler? This thing weighs 30lbs, right? Can you imagine moving something around that weighs thirty pounds that is shaped like this? It has to be terribly awkward swinging that thing around the house to shove it under your bed, where it will likely sit gathering dust. Until you hit 80 and need it, that is.&lt;br /&gt;
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Next up, a computer keyboard for &lt;a href="https://www.getezeyes.com/?refcode=1002&amp;amp;ot=tm#ordernow"&gt;old farts&lt;/a&gt;. Okay, there is a need for keyboards with large print, I understand that, but this commercial is the problem. And the website. They don't have a video I can embed (their loss) so I have to link to the page. Please, go and look at it. I'll be right here.&lt;br /&gt;
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Done? First, the good. Like I said, there are people that need this kind of keyboard for various reasons. Also, it's waterproof. Or so they say. That's pretty neat! I'm a total slob and could use something like that in a hideous keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now the bad. Look at the website again. Watch the images that pop up on the right side showing all the benefits you get by buying this keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;
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First, why is the guy with an install CD all covered in grease and holding broken cables? What the hell did he do, pull shit out of his car to try and install some drivers? I mean, really. Who could possible get that dirty running some software? Is his house in the middle of a coal mine or something?&lt;br /&gt;
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Second, who they hell Photoshopped (is Photoshopped capitalized?) the keyboard in those images where people are using them? Take a close look at the guy doing some kind of architectural design work. Look how freaking big that keyboard is under his arm. That this is like the size of a dashboard of a '74 Lincoln! You have to slide your chair over to go from 'a' to the number pad. And look at the keys! He can type with his elbow and not hit two keys at the same time. I'm going to need to get a second desk to put next to this one so I can fit that thing in front of my computer. I can't get that image off the screen, but here is one with the old lady that is almost as bad.&lt;br /&gt;
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Look how far out to her right it goes! It's about as long as her arm! I know the real thing isn't the same since they show it in the video. Their graphic arts department (consisting of one guy named Fred who lives in his mom's basement) should be fired.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lastly, I don't think bigger letters are going to make you type better. Get some &lt;a href="http://www.mavisbeacon.com/"&gt;Mavis Beacon&lt;/a&gt; software or something. Look, I suck at typing and I don't believe this monster will help me.&lt;br /&gt;
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One more thing. I know you can't really tell here, but they purposely made the image of the regular keyboard blurry to trick you. "See, your eyes aren't what they used to be," they are trying to say. "You should really get one of these keyboards. You can see the keys better and the bright yellow keys will attract all the bees in the neighborhood. Hope you aren't allergic!"&lt;br /&gt;
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But, on the bright side, you can get two, along with two mice, for the low, low price of $14.95. Plus shipping and handling, of course. Which will be triple the price of the keyboard. But, hey, you'll have a great new keyboard to use to write your angry letter about the shipping charges. Well, make sure to forward those to our Consumer Complaint department, also located in Fred's mom's basement.&lt;br /&gt;
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Okay, I need to get some sleep now. I'll probably dream of some giant keyboard crushing me in my sleep and I'll have to use a 30lb walker to get around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777900991557618049-1100780273155353122?l=everythingsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;I think we should show up at our our celebrations wearing these. What better way to enjoy the peaceful bliss that tryptophan provides than by slipping into a nice food coma in your pajamas that you wore to the house? As a bonus, you can wear these out for you Black Friday shopping. It has an escape hatch for bathroom visits and who is really going to care what you are wearing when you are on the ground wrestling for that last 12 dollar DVD player? So, enjoy your lazy day. Have a lot of food and wear your pajamas. You can keep them for Christmas day, too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777900991557618049-860001742406341725?l=everythingsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Anyway, I have some house project to work on which, if you know me, I suck at. But I worked on painting our fireplace this week. We painted, well, my nephew painted, our family room walls, and we decided to paint the fireplace too. Why you ask? Well, take a look at what it looked like.&lt;br /&gt;
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A little on the 70s side, don't you think? We decided that when we painted the room we'd have to do this as well. I was a bit worried since it is finished wood and I knew it would be hard to cover. I wasn't wrong.&lt;br /&gt;
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On day one I put a coat of primer on. I was actually more nervous after I did this. See how much you can still see through it? I didn't think anything would stick to the wood.&lt;br /&gt;
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I took a picture after the second coat, but I can't seem to find it now. But, it was a little better. I felt a little better.&lt;br /&gt;
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The first coat of paint went on pretty well. I could still see the wood, but it was much less noticeable. Progress!&lt;br /&gt;
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Finally, I applied the last coat today. It's like a whole new fireplace!&lt;br /&gt;
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Of course, now we need to put something up. It looks too bland by itself. Don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;
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I haven't been around much here, but I'm still on &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/Mjfrig"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.tumblr.com/blog/photography-is-hard"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="https://plus.google.com/u/0/108499210250350364151"&gt;Google+&lt;/a&gt;. Mostly I've been posting pictures there and I'll probably end up doing the same here. It's what I like to do know, so I should probably put it here. I hope I don't bore you all too much.&lt;br /&gt;
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Speaking of pictures, here are the last batch from Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is the helicopter that the family rode in to see the sights. How did I get this picture, you ask? Well, I wasn't in there. Our daughter was afraid, so &lt;i&gt;someone&lt;/i&gt; had to stay. I took one for the team. What?! I'm not getting in one of those things.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is Mauna Loa from the helicopter place, Blue Hawaii. I originally thought it was Mauna Kea but was corrected on Google+.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is also from The Place of Refuge. Blogger wants this picture here and will not let me put it in order. Anyway, you see a lot of little things like this around. Right near here was a sign saying not to do this. It's considered graffiti and since this is sacred ground it's not cool. Though I don't think the person who put this here meant any harm.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Putting these up so late really make me want to go back to Hawaii. I knew I'd love it, but I didn't think I would this much. I really want to go back. Hopefully in a couple of years we can.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Before I move on I want to thank &lt;a href="http://subliminalintervention.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dreamybee&lt;/a&gt; (not her real name). She lives in Hawaii and was a great source of information and was especially helpful through Twitter when we were stuck in Honolulu. This is why the Internet is great.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On to new business. Jenn just left for India for 10 days. I just looked and her flight is in Dubai now and she heads out to Mumbai next. That's a lot of flying. So, I'm home alone with the kids and getting some work around the house done. You know, painting, fixing up stuff, re-wiring the family room (220-221, whatever it takes).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Right now I'm working on the painting and I'm at the, "Oh shit, this may not work," stage. I'm hoping it's okay, but I have my doubts. I'm painting the fireplace. It was really dark before and I'm worried the lighter color is not going to work. I'm working on priming it now and it just looks like it's going to look like crap. I think I'm doing it wrong. I'm taking before, during and after photos so you can see what I'm talking about. My plan is to have all this stuff done before Jenn gets home. Won't that be a nice surprise? Actually, it will be a surprise if the house is in one piece.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Okay, so I left off on the second full day in Kona and how tired we were. Sunday was the next day and a little better in the sleep department. This day Jenn and I took the kids out geocaching around the area. We found one out of three that we tried. Some were really hard! This is also where we ran into our first gecko. They are all over the place, but I didn't mind them. I'd rather see these guys walking around than rats.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;After a driving around and not finding anything for a couple of hours, as well as some hiking to the locations, we went to lunch with the kids. It was a little hole-in-the-wall place, but it was good. That afternoon the "downtown" area had a little festival of sorts where they closed the street off and had display areas where the local residents and shops could sell stuff. We bought some homemade jewelry and awesome kettle corn for back at the house. We also saw a guy jamming on his homemade guitar-ukulele double neck thing. I make fun, but he was really good.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then it was time for some shaved ice and more geckos. This guy was eating some of the syrup that spilled on table. It probably tastes better than bugs.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;That night we went to the Luau. The mai-tais were good, the food was just okay, but the show was really good. The performers really were into it. One of the guys was pretty funny, too. Everybody enjoyed the show.&lt;br /&gt;
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Monday was the big deal day for the kids. They were going to swim with dolphins. They were looking forward to this ever since we told them about it back in December when they opened their gift of the dolphin ride. That day, of course, our daughter was a little nervous about it, but she was much less shy about it once she was in the water. They only let parents get so close so you have to buy their pictures, but I managed to get a few to work since I had my zoom lens. Of course, we ended up buying a couple of pictures anyway. Yes, we are suckers.&lt;br /&gt;
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The kids didn't get a long time in the water with the dolphins, but we ended up spending most of the day at the hotel that contained Dolphin Quest. I think by the time we go home it was almost 3pm &amp;nbsp;and we left at 9am.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think all we did was go to eat after the kids changed. We went out to eat way more than we said we were before we left. Isn't that always the way? So much for buying food and cooking it at the house.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tuesday was the "Big Drive." We went all the way around the island, for the most part. The main plan was to go to Volcano National Park, which was on the opposite of the island, but we were going to make some stops on the way.&lt;br /&gt;
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The first was actually unplanned. We were driving and saw a sign for a tsunami memorial and we decided to go see what it was. After some very narrow and twisty roads we ended up in a place that reminded us some place right out of "Lost." Actually it was Laupahoehoe Park, but look at this, doesn't seem like the others would live here?&lt;br /&gt;
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The tsunami memorial was off to the side and marked the site where 20+ people, many children, were killed when one hit in 1946. I didn't take a picture because I felt weird taking one of a memeorial. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;
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There were also a lot of these big concrete things along the water. I don't know what they are for, but they reminded me of something for a WW II movie.&lt;br /&gt;
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We left there and continued on to Akaka Falls. Actually, we stopped for lunch first, but everyone agreed it wasn't very good, so I won't mention the place here. The falls were...wet. I mean rainy wet. Yes, I know were were in the rain forest, but it makes it hard to take photos when it is raining so much. Jenn was nice enough to hold the umbrella over me as I took a few photos. It's a Hell of a drop, no?&lt;br /&gt;
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We moved on to the volcano park. Due to recent activity a good section of crater rim drive was closed off so we didn't get to drive about as much as we'd like. But we did see a rainbow over the caldera!&lt;br /&gt;
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We also went to the Thurston Lava tube. It was much larger than the one Jenn and I went in on Maui years ago. We could actually walk upright, which is good since I'm an old man now. I guess we could have walked down in one of the old calderas, but we didn't. See those white dots, they are people.&lt;br /&gt;
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We continued our journey around the south end of the island, which was had a lot more twists and turns, and made it home just as the sun was setting. We were pretty wiped out after that day.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is getting long, so I'll stop now. I thought I could finish in two posts, but I'm too wordy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777900991557618049-8521206453433512673?l=everythingsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Anyway, Jenn and I were at some Halloween shop and I saw this Klingon kit. Now I watched Star Trek, but I wasn't a super huge fan. At least not enough to dress up as a Klingon. Or so I thought. So, yes, I bought the kit with the wig and ridged forehead and the makeup. It turned out okay for my lack of skills in the makeup department. I know that the guy throwing the party didn't recognize me. Anyway, here you go.&amp;nbsp;Laugh it up, fuzz ball. Wait, that's the wrong movie...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I look kid of bad ass, don't you think? Well, except for the straw in my beer cup. I had no choice! That stupid beard thing kept getting in the cup. You didn't expect me to got to a party and not drink beer, did you?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Some time last year, I can't remember exactly when, I was at work and Jenn had gone to her parents with the kids and when she came back we somehow had plans to all go to Hawaii this summer. Don't get me wrong, I didn't complain at all, I was more surprised than anything. After a year of figuring out where, and exactly when to go, we decided on renting a house in Kailua-Kona. By this point Jenn's sister and boyfriend dropped out, but we found a great place to stay on the water. Okay, Jenn found it, are you happy?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Seriously though, this place was perfect. There were three bedrooms and a nice patio (lanai) to look out on the water. Check out the view to the East:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;And to the West:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;You can't get much better than that. And, since we were splitting the cost, we didn't spend anymore than we would have on a hotel. Our plan was to save a bunch of money on food since we were at a house where we could cook. Well, we did eat breakfast over there, but that is about it. But, I'm getting ahead of myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;See, the vacation didn't start off so well. Before the vacation even started we had medical problems. From the beginning of July until we left either my mom, stepmom or dad were in the hospital at some points. All with different illnesses with various degrees of severity. Everyone is out now, but my mom got out two days before we left and my stepmom got out about two days after we were in Hawaii. Then, to top it all off our flight to San Francisco was cancelled the night before we left.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Since I work in the airline business, we planned to fly stand-by all the way out to Kona. Well, once that flight cancelled it threw a wrench into everything. To make it short, we bought tickets to get to San Francisco. We were supposed to be there about 11am, but ended up getting there around dinner time. And with a lot less money. But, hey, we were halfway there!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The next morning was better, we got out on the flight we wanted. We were split up on the plane, but it was no big deal. I got to sit next to a very nice guy who had a house out on the Big Island where he spends most of the summer. He gave us some nice tips about the island and was probably the nicest person I've ever sat next to on a plane.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Anyway, we got to the Kona airport, which is an awesome open-air small airport around 1pm to start off our vacation. I tried to wait at the bottom of the stairs (no jet ways here, people) to take Jenn's and the kid's picture coming off the plane, but I was told I couldn't wait around down there if I wasn't waiting for a stroller. &amp;nbsp;It may seem like a laid back airport since it is wide open, but they still follow their security procedures.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;After we shoved 47 days worth of luggage into the rental minivan, we headed out to town to get something to eat on the water. We ended up at&lt;a href="http://huggos.com/"&gt; Huggo's&lt;/a&gt;, a nice causal place on the water. We spent about 45 minutes there and I got sunburn on the side of my neck. I took the one little spot with no shade to spare the kids. After lunch we headed to the beach to wait about an hour until we could get into the house. This was the first time the kids had been in the ocean and they loved it, once they got used to the waves that is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Finally, we headed to the house to unpack and get some groceries. This little (actually big) guy greeted us in the kitchen. I assume this guy promotes good eating and digestion.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I was a little worried about how warm the house was when we first got there since there was no central air. But, once we had the a/c units running in the bedrooms and opened the windows to let the ocean breeze in, it wan't too bad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;We got to watch the first sunset on the water and plan our attack for the week. Our first full day was a casual plan of hitting the beach. We knew we'd be tired because of the time change. And boy, were we. The kids were probably the worst, but we all were dragging by about 6pm. We grilled up some food, and hit the sack early.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I'll stop here for now, but stay tuned for dolphins, helicopters and volcanoes!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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In the meantime, enjoy this picture of a gecko. I named him Fred. Fred has a lot of friends in Hawaii. Sometimes they come in your house to say hi.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Jenn and I were watching Animal Planet last night (we were flipping, okay?) and we saw this video during some funniest dog show thing. I don't know, maybe it was because I was really tired, but laughed very hard at this. I know, I need to get out more often.&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;p&gt;Now, maybe this dog has some kind of brain issue that we shouldn't laugh, but I don't care. It's funny! &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I know this is a little old so if you've seen it already, I'm sorry. If you haven't, consider it my Fourth of July gift to you. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

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So, what is the deal with the reviews? Well, I have a few ideas. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;First, check out the &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/blogs/monkeysee/2011/06/24/137346135/cars-2-unfortunately-its-just-about-cars" target="_blank"&gt;review &lt;/a&gt;from Linda Holmes on the NPR Monkey See Blog. She points out many of the things I was thinking. &lt;b&gt;Cars 2&lt;/b&gt; is probably the most straight forward kids movie that Pixar has ever done. Sure, there are some things for the adults to enjoy, some of the character&amp;#39;s names, the scenery and even some of the voice actors. (That &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; Bruce Campbell!) But, overall this was really aimed at the kids so they can see the cars zoom around the track and, especially, to see one of &lt;b&gt;Mater&amp;#39;s Tall Tales&lt;/b&gt; in a long format. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Anyone who has kids has seen these &lt;b&gt;Mater&amp;#39;s Tall Tales&lt;/b&gt; on&lt;b&gt; Disney Channel&lt;/b&gt;, well this is the same thing except expanded to a full feature. We should have seen this coming. Now, I&amp;#39;m not going to pretend that Mater is my favorite &lt;b&gt;Cars&lt;/b&gt; character, but he is no Jar Jar Binks. I didn&amp;#39;t want to shoot myself while watching it. The kids love Mater though. He&amp;#39;s the village goof that the kids can laugh at since he says, and does, silly things all the time. Why wouldn&amp;#39;t they make him the central character, it is a kids movie after all?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;So, what is Car 2 really? I like to think that it is a action/spy movie for kids. It has all the cool locations, the cool gadgets and the bad guys from some vaugely eastern European country. Also, it has a convoluted plot that doesn&amp;#39;t make much sense. But, what Spy movie doesn&amp;#39;t have a nonsensical plot? Have you ever seen &lt;b&gt;The Tailor of Panama&lt;/b&gt;? Do you know what happened in it? Neither do I, and I watched the whole thing. Also, pretty much any James Bond movie. We adults don&amp;#39;t watch spy/action movies for plot, we watch them for, well, the action and the cool gadgets. So, why should &lt;b&gt;Cars 2&lt;/b&gt; be any different? &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Oh, yes, it&amp;#39;s a Pixar movie so there has to be some deep underlying emotion to it, or something like that. Why? Why can&amp;#39;t they just make a fun movie for kids to enjoy? Actually, after I watched the movie it reminded me of one of my favorite cartoons as a kid. It think it was from Hanna-Barbera, where the taxi cab and his wife had a baby car. The baby car wants to be a dragster and his dad is pissed. They end up making up after the boy saves his dad&amp;#39;s life. I liked it because it was about cars that were like people. Kids love that stuff. They don&amp;#39;t need anything more. The adults do.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I saw in the Chicago Tribune that they gave it 1 1/2 stars today and that is what got this blog post started. They really want me to believe that&lt;b&gt; Mr. Poppers Penguins &lt;/b&gt;is a better movie? Come on! I bet if this same movie was released by DreamWorks it would get at least 2 1/2 stars. (Plus more fart jokes). Yes, Pixar has made some great movies, but could this be that much worse than the previous &lt;b&gt;Cars&lt;/b&gt; movie? Or is this a bit of, &amp;quot;Let&amp;#39;s knock the big guy down because this wasn&amp;#39;t awesome?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Based on my kid&amp;#39;s reactions, it seems like the latter. I&amp;#39;m not saying &lt;b&gt;Cars 2&lt;/b&gt; should get four stars or anything, but I think some critics are beiong overly harsh because it is a Pixar movie and they expect more. It&amp;#39;s a movie about cars that are like people. We are not talking &lt;b&gt;Citizen Kane&lt;/b&gt; here. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh, did I like it? Yes, it thought it was fine. No worse than the first Cars movie. It certainly looked incredible. Speaking of which, when do we get Incredibles 2?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;The &lt;b&gt;Toy Story&lt;/b&gt; short was good, too. Just go take the kids to see the movie already. Your next movie you&amp;#39;ll be dragged to is probably going to be the Smurfs. We all know how great that will be.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(Where there enough rehtorical questions in this post? See, I can&amp;#39;t stop. What is wrong with me? 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What else? Oh, I updated the blog a little. It was due for a change. I added my currently reading widget from Goodreads. I've been reading a lot lately. I've read &lt;b&gt;Feed&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Deadline&lt;/b&gt; by &lt;a href="http://miragrant.com/index.php"&gt;Mira Grant&lt;/a&gt; (AKA &lt;a href="http://www.seananmcguire.com/"&gt;Seanan McGuire&lt;/a&gt;). They are zombie novels, but not your average zombie books. They are great and you should really read them. I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;
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As you can see, I'm reading &lt;b&gt;Robopocalypse&lt;/b&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.danielhwilson.com/"&gt;Daniel H. Wilson&lt;/a&gt; right now because it's a great name for a book, and we all know it is coming eventually so I might as well be ready. I wonder if the zombie apocalypse or the robopocaplyse will come first? Maybe they will team up and completely wipe us out. Who wants to write that mash-up novel?&lt;br /&gt;
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I've been watching a lot of TV, too. It's been very rainy here the last month, so there hasn't been a lot to do. One show I recommend is &lt;b&gt;Finding Bigfoot&lt;/b&gt; on Animal Planet. These researchers are looking for bigfoot, of course, but they are totally gung-ho on this. It's not that they just want to track down reports from people, they believe bigfoot is out there for sure and keep mentioning all these "facts" about them. Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but we have never actually found a bigfoot, right? So, there is no way we know how they sound, how big they are, etc. Right? Unless &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0093148/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Harry and The Hendersons&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;was based on a real life situation I didn't know about. Seriously, watch it. Just once. It's fun!&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh, I also have a new music review up at &lt;a href="http://functionalnerds.com/2011/06/music-review-presto-ballet-invisible-places/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Functional Nerds&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. So you should probably read that this weekend. What else do you have to do? There is a lot of other cool stuff over there.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QpLT/~4/I14XJwNJ3I4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QpLT/~3/I14XJwNJ3I4/not-dead-not-yet.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mike)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://everythingsun.blogspot.com/2011/05/not-dead-not-yet.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777900991557618049.post-4394185196965453340</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Apr 2011 04:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-28T23:52:45.855-05:00</atom:updated><title>This is not the best idea for a character</title><description>&lt;p&gt;We were watching TV last bight and this commercial came on for those Sideshots things. Now, they may not taste bad, but who came up with the mascot? Take a look.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MA8zYpOMJXg?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;border=0&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MA8zYpOMJXg?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;border=0&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Don't they seem a little gross? It looks like they ate so much they are going to puke out all of themselves, I guess? It's not a pleasing look. Am I right? Does this make you want to buy them? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777900991557618049-4394185196965453340?l=everythingsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QpLT/~4/A4kwHi3cgog" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QpLT/~3/A4kwHi3cgog/this-is-not-best-idea-for-character.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mike)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://everythingsun.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-is-not-best-idea-for-character.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777900991557618049.post-1326767125758882498</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Apr 2011 01:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-26T20:56:06.167-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">giving up</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">giveaway</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">candy</category><title>Time to give it up...and give it away</title><description>No, I'm not giving up on the blog, though it may seem that way at times. Or, all the time really. I know.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, a little history. At the beginning of Lent I decided to give up chocolate. Not for religious reasons, but to see if I could and Lent seemed like a good timeline to use. I figured if I could make it through Lent it would be a big deal for me. Really, it is. You don't know how many M&amp;amp;M's I normally eat.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, I'm not going to lie to you, it was tough. That first week was like giving up drugs. From what I've seen on TV of course. I wasn't stuck in bed hurling into a garbage can or anything, but I certainly kept looking for some chocolate that first week.&lt;br /&gt;
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I guess the best comparison would be to giving up tobacco. I used to chew tobacco in college (I know it's gross, that's why I don't do it anymore) and I remember how tough that first week without it went. You get used to having it at certain times like after a meal, or a snack or while watching TV, etc. Sure, chocolate doesn't have nicotine in it, but I was still used to having some after I ate, or I was bored. It was a bad scene.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, I gave it up for Lent and I did really well. After that first week it was much easier to go without it. Franky, I was proud of myself. Until Good Friday, I was sick, and I decided to stop that day. Remember, this wasn't for religious reasons so I wasn't worried about getting struck by lightning after eating a piece or two. Or more.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think I did pretty well the first two days being able to eat chocolate, but yesterday I decided I need to stop and get rid of the stuff in the house. Why? Two words: acid reflux. A while back my doctor had told me some things that can trigger acid reflux; tomato sauce, chocolate and alcohol. Being an Italian, beer loving, chocolate fiend, that was some pretty tough news to take. I have done well with holding back on the pasta sauce and the beer, but not so much on the chocolate. So, long story a little shorter, I had my first acid reflux attack since I gave up chocolate for Lent last night and that's when I decided I need to keep off the stuff for the most part. I can't keep M&amp;amp;M's here in the house, that's for sure. Those things keep calling me back and I end up regretting it later in the night. I need to get rid of them. Now.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have three bags that I got for Easter. Do you want them? Yes, you! If I'm going to get rid of them I might as well give them to someone that actually reads this thing. So leave me a comment if you want them and tell me why you should get them and I'll chose who gets them. If nobody leaves a comment, I'll bring them to work or something like that. But, I'd rather give them to you. Make sure to leave an e-mail address for me to contact you if you don't have a link back to your blog or website.&lt;br /&gt;
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Go tell your friends. I know they like chocolate even if you don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777900991557618049-1326767125758882498?l=everythingsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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But I feel, as a sort of PSA, I should mention a few things about this video. First, don't do this. Ever. Sure, if you see a tornado you are going to want to grab a few frames of video, but do it from a safer spot. Be ready to take cover. Okay? &lt;br /&gt;
Second, I like how he says it's about a half-mile away and it's a weak one since he can only see dust and leaves in it, or something like that. Those aren't leaves. That is debris. Can you see leaves from half of a mile away? No, those were probably branches and parts houses or something. Maybe a cow. Are there cows in North Carolina? &lt;br /&gt;
And, finally, the best part is when it gets close and he gets a little nervous and tells the person on the phone he loves them. I thin, then he realized that this might be a little more dangerous than he thought. See, even if a tornado look, or is, a little weaker it can still fling some pretty big stuff at you. That is what is going to kill you. &lt;br /&gt;
I'm glad this guy wasn't hurt and he shared this video, but let's not try to top him, okay?&lt;br /&gt;
This has been your Tornado PSA For today.  &lt;br /&gt;
I know Jenn is laughing as she reads this since this is something I would do, but I'm a professional so it's okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777900991557618049-185165113864141239?l=everythingsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QpLT/~4/6q1D4MEIafI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QpLT/~3/6q1D4MEIafI/say-it-coming-straight-toward-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mike)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://everythingsun.blogspot.com/2011/04/say-it-coming-straight-toward-me.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777900991557618049.post-3331422416397773264</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Apr 2011 04:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-14T23:20:13.880-05:00</atom:updated><title>Trying Out Some New Stuff</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/25929332@N08/5523667757" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/25929332@N08/5610198049" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm trying out some blogging software for my iPad. It's called Blogsy and seems to have some of the stuff I was hoping for like, links, posting photos and all the other stuff that goes with blogging. Maybe I'll post more, but don't get your hopes up. (Not that they were). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So supposedly I can put a picture on here. Let's see if it works.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/25929332@N08/5523667757" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5178/5523667757_ac37619d4f_m.jpg" id="blogsy-1302841140081.1357" class="alignleft" alt="" width="280" height="216"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm. I can't see the picture, but I see the link where it comes from, so let's hope it shows up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey, "The Jerk" is on. I haven't seen this is ages! I want to say the first time I saw &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0079367/" target="_self" title=""&gt;"The Jerk" &lt;/a&gt;was at a sleepover. I remember thinking it was so funny when he called the dog shithead. Actually, it still kind of is. Obviously I haven't grown up at all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, that's enough random thoughts. It's late, I'm tired and I want to see if this works. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edit to add picture back in. I figured it out now!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777900991557618049-3331422416397773264?l=everythingsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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One thing about having a race this early in the year in Chicago is you never know what the weather is going to be like. Two years ago we ran in a &lt;a href="http://everythingsun.blogspot.com/2009/03/chicago-shamrock-blizzard-shuffle-2009.html"&gt;blizzard&lt;/a&gt;. So this year the race was pushed two weeks later and what do we get? Near record heat. Yes, I know I shouldn't complain about warm weather in April, but I'm going to. See, I haven't run outside in temperatures about 55 so far this year. It's not that easy to all of a sudden shift like that. Especially as you get older and don't prepare the way you should. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's backtrack a bit first. Jenn and I were smart this year and went downtown the night before to make it much easier, and less stressful, to get to the race. We had won a night's stay at the Park Hyatt last year in a silent auction so we used it for this race. It worked great, the hotel was super nice and we had a great view. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MhXEB_gvPZk/TaUKFxOoN8I/AAAAAAAABOc/NVJmX8VsU6E/s400/park%2Bhyatt%2Bview%2Bday.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594889206308026306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 371px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4QSUWaH4aiE/TaUKRZLp-AI/AAAAAAAABOk/xDr-HHWsJw8/s400/park%2Bhyatt%2Bview%2Bnight.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594889406011537410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked around downtown a bit and grabbed dinner at Mity Nice Grill in Water Tower Place. We noticed a million cops walking around as we walked to the restauarant. We weren't sure why, but we thought it might have something to do with it being the first nice night of the year and the cops expected undesirables to come out and try to swipe stuff. Who knows? Whoopi was also in town, maybe they were protecting her. (I'm kidding about that.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since we had to get up early we didn't walk around much so we'd be well rested and ready to run. Because we are professionals you know. (What?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning I put on my favorite nerdy running shirt and we headed downstairs to catch a cab to the starting line. Hey, we were about a mile away, we didn't want to burn ourselves out before the race! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9wNse8Pp8Us/TaUJsnB638I/AAAAAAAABOE/e1AOrYSprGo/s400/IMG_0696.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594888774073638850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;We met up with Jenn's cousin, Kim, and waited a long time for the race to start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9OCfP8TfXRc/TaUKFhUtoAI/AAAAAAAABOU/_wycvEEAKsw/s400/IMG_1053.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594889202038579202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took so long to start because we are slow people and they let all the good people go first and release the rest of us losers in waves. I think it took a little over thirty minutes from the start of the race until we actually crossed the starting line. Those good people up front are finishing the stupid thing before we even get to the start. That's what happens when you have over 30,000 people running at once. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wHTunEfLuxc/TaULhYIBNYI/AAAAAAAABOs/JaWvXwcdGzw/s400/IMG_0697.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594890780117382530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, since it was warm and humid, my plan was to start of slow and take it easy. So, of course, I took off in the beginning and totally screwed myself up. I was hot and panting way too early and I never really got my groove back. It probably didn't help that I was wearing a black shirt. Idiot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finished though. I don't think it was my worst time, but it was nowhere near the time I wanted. After the race Jenn and I made a pledge to be better prepared and not slack off so much during the winter. Sure, we make the same pact every year, but this time we &lt;i&gt;mean&lt;/i&gt; it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided to walk back to the hotel so we wouldn't cramp up after sitting in a cab. We walked by the famous Chicago Magic Bean. I don't know if that is it's official name, but what else would you call a giant chrome kidney bean? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DExaYbB1HyU/TaUJswzp5hI/AAAAAAAABOM/4fL3Um4ZhCI/s400/IMG_0698.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594888776698160658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we cleaned ourselves up we went across the street from the hotel and ate at &lt;a href="http://www.rlrestaurant.com/"&gt;RL&lt;/a&gt;, better known as Ralph Lauren Restaurant. Jenn told me she read that the resturant served Jennifer Aniston's favorite burger in Chicago. So, of course, I had the steak sandwich. Jenn had the burger and said it was good, but she also mentioned that Jennifer Aniston should probably go out and try more hamburgers in Chicago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I don't know why, but after the race when we got to Jenn's parent's house to pick up the kids I felt like crap. I just wanted to sleep. And, actually, I did drift off for a few minutes while we were there. I chalked it up to not being ready for the run and going a bit too hard in the beginning. But then I felt lousy the next day and Jenn was feeling ill today and stayed home from work. I think someone put something in the water. That's probably why I ran so poorly as well. That's my story and I'm sticking to it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777900991557618049-5627436349243411988?l=everythingsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QpLT/~4/ccilWh2-BeU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QpLT/~3/ccilWh2-BeU/for-once-it-was-warm-during-shamrock.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mike)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MhXEB_gvPZk/TaUKFxOoN8I/AAAAAAAABOc/NVJmX8VsU6E/s72-c/park%2Bhyatt%2Bview%2Bday.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://everythingsun.blogspot.com/2011/04/for-once-it-was-warm-during-shamrock.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777900991557618049.post-560755434986445687</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Apr 2011 16:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-03T11:58:18.085-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">beans</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">plants</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">growing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">green thumb</category><title>Growing like a...um...bean</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just before Spring Break the kids had a special day at school where they could sign up to learn about different things. I mean things that aren't normally taught in school, of course. The school invites parents to come and teach the kids which is nice. I didn't sign up since I don't know anything fun to teach the kids. I could certainly bore them to death if I wanted to though. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, our daughter signed up to do some planting and came home with a little planter that had carrots and bean seeds in it. She was very excited and checked on them everyday. After a few days we started to see a spout popping up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-snIUfzTQGRs/TZimpQ6KrHI/AAAAAAAABN8/WnuO0yl5WwY/s400/firstsprout.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591402165224254578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She made sure to show off the little sprout to anyone that would look. Now, not even two weeks later we have two of these big things. Not to mention some carrot tops popping out. No, not the comedian, thank God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BRztrb8D1UQ/TZimcvLzz_I/AAAAAAAABN0/4TYynIN4rak/s400/big%2Bbeans.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591401950013018098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously she has a much greener thumb than I do. I suck at this stuff. Now we need to find something bigger to put these in, and maybe something to support them so they don't fall over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This must be my most exciting post ever! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777900991557618049-560755434986445687?l=everythingsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QpLT/~4/GDYdiVpkrs0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QpLT/~3/GDYdiVpkrs0/growing-like-aumbean.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mike)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-snIUfzTQGRs/TZimpQ6KrHI/AAAAAAAABN8/WnuO0yl5WwY/s72-c/firstsprout.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://everythingsun.blogspot.com/2011/04/growing-like-aumbean.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777900991557618049.post-5134182334084062551</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Mar 2011 17:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-28T12:46:21.229-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Stryper</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">reviews</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Functional nerds</category><title>New review on Functional Nerds</title><description>Since I didn't blow up their website last time Patrick and John are letting me write more reviews over at &lt;a href="http://functionalnerds.com/2011/03/music-review-stryper-the-covering/"&gt;Functional Nerds&lt;/a&gt;. This time I review the latest album by Stryper. Remember Stryper, the Christian metal band from the 80s? Well they released an album of  cover songs from classic hard rock and heavy metal bands. Go read about it over &lt;a href="http://functionalnerds.com/2011/03/music-review-stryper-the-covering/"&gt;there&lt;/a&gt; and tell them how much you love the review!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777900991557618049-5134182334084062551?l=everythingsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/QpLT/~4/fCV5btKGzsw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/QpLT/~3/fCV5btKGzsw/new-review-on-functional-nerds.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mike)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://everythingsun.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-review-on-functional-nerds.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7777900991557618049.post-7678206788434102122</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Mar 2011 00:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-26T19:18:08.965-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">birds</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">railroad</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">robin</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mostly wordless</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photos</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Spring</category><title>Few words, mostly pictures</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I haven't had time to write much here this week since the kids were on Spring Break and I was home with them. We spent a lot of the time catching up on doctor appointments, hiding from the rain and the last few days spent playing Lego Star Wars III: The Clone Wars. Our son has been waiting for that game since Christmas I think. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, since I don't have much to say I thought I'd add a few photos I've taken the last few days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one is the side of an old village hall built in 1907. They don't put these kind of things on the side of buildings anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHK7gZmtD-U/TY6AHqsYlAI/AAAAAAAABNs/-TzbQlCdSps/s400/oldpostoffice.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588545056821253122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a random cart hanging out behind a gas station. So lonely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fdFKihBH9Fw/TY6AHALp1_I/AAAAAAAABNk/yX5RoGA81B0/s400/cartalley.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588545045409683442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the third of fourth robin of spring. Looks a little chubby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SUEXzL6MhWU/TY5_n7E5qnI/AAAAAAAABNc/gxdkbv6vn8Y/s400/robin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588544511463238258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't pull off the exact shot I wanted here with the railroad tracks, but I was afraid of getting run down by a silent train. Or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VyGYRkF3REE/TY5_ndVsAKI/AAAAAAAABNU/kgMBaRJ9eD0/s400/betweenthetracks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588544503480582306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 234px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How has your spring been? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7777900991557618049-7678206788434102122?l=everythingsun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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