<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260968094921291146</id><updated>2012-02-11T10:34:42.585-05:00</updated><category term='Whitefield'/><category term='deer'/><category term='Friendship'/><category term='epiphany'/><category term='joy  Grandparent'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='Landaff'/><category term='New Hampshire'/><category term='Bobcat'/><category term='Teach your Child a funny sound'/><category term='Damn that invisible bear'/><category term='Heart Stent'/><category term='Chicken Dance'/><category term='Husband of a Knitter'/><category term='Canton Connecticut'/><category term='Marbels'/><category term='David  Hadley'/><category term='270 Baby Pictures'/><category term='Grand Daughter visit'/><category term='Beautiful Baby'/><category term='Lawrence Welk'/><category term='Farmington River'/><category term='David Gannon'/><category term='Knitting Embellishment'/><category term='Married 38 years'/><category term='Spring'/><category term='Bear'/><category term='Swaddle'/><category term='daughter not accurate'/><category term='Coyote'/><category term='Myron Floren'/><category term='Canton CT'/><category term='Littleton'/><title type='text'>Display Name Here</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Display Name Here</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260968094921291146.post-2298611564994165664</id><published>2009-10-02T14:07:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T17:35:52.451-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bear'/><title type='text'>Hawk-eye Yells “Bear In The Backyard”</title><content type='html'>In recent weeks we have had 2 different bears in the backyard. The first about 2 weeks ago was Jello Butt. It was a huge bear who lumbered through the back yard with its Butt wobbling like it was filled with Jello. He disappeared into the woods like Shoeless Joe Jackson into the corn field in “Field of Dreams”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most recent was Dumbo. It had been tagged with huge white tags in each ear that made it look like it had Dumbo the elephant ears. Kind of. It appeared to be a smaller cautious bear that would run if it heard BOO. You will see in the video, as it came close to the bird feeder we both gave it a scolding like a parent would give a little child who was about to get into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you won't see because the battery to the video camera died, is that the bear was cautious just not cautious of us. Hawk-eye started banging 2 pots with the sliding glass door open and nothing. It took two steps, turned and looked at us like we were 2 chubby turkey legs. I took the pots and started bang bang banging as we yelled and it took 10 steps and turned around and said what the hell. I said to Hawk-eye go get the bird feeder cause I sure would hate to lose a good bird feeder. She stepped onto the deck yelling at me, “bang the pots, bang the pots” and the bear ran off into the woods learning a valuable lesson. Don't mess with Hawk-eye and the Chubby Guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read that if you are walking in the woods and you meet a bear you should lay down and play dead. I think a bear started that rumor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-216847def0c79961" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D216847def0c79961%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331332470%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D39F6A04EDBF7286141B09381B665D850AEE30375.11B9BCCE5E050EF2C9B611AC2B77DDB9D97F9266%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D216847def0c79961%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Di6URUk0VFutAIpsUd8BPltxuL4g&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D216847def0c79961%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331332470%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D39F6A04EDBF7286141B09381B665D850AEE30375.11B9BCCE5E050EF2C9B611AC2B77DDB9D97F9266%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D216847def0c79961%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Di6URUk0VFutAIpsUd8BPltxuL4g&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7260968094921291146-2298611564994165664?l=displaynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/2298611564994165664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7260968094921291146&amp;postID=2298611564994165664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/2298611564994165664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/2298611564994165664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/10/hawk-eye-yells-bear-in-backyard.html' title='Hawk-eye Yells “Bear In The Backyard”'/><author><name>Display Name Here</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260968094921291146.post-3934103830689599633</id><published>2009-08-18T12:24:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T12:51:00.782-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knitting Embellishment'/><title type='text'>Things a  knitter says during a TV commercial</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/SorWh5BGwbI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/S-NdRKvRhHo/s1600-h/Judy+Knitting.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371341383322223026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/SorWh5BGwbI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/S-NdRKvRhHo/s400/Judy+Knitting.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing makes my wife happier than to dress down into her relax cloths and sit in her recliner knitting while watching the Boston Red Sox winning a baseball game on HDTV. From my point of view it is an odd thing to watch someone who is knitting, start clapping because the Red Sox have just scored a go ahead run. Kind of like a cross between Edward Scissorhands and Freddie Krueger but with a lot of cheering and no one gets hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leads me to the title of this post, because it is during the commercial that the knitter often finds the clapping may have added or removed a few stitches without realizing it. And as any husband with a knitting wife knows this is never a good thing, especially after a long inning and the dropped stitch is way back leading to the following conversation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh Damn way back way back.......&lt;br /&gt;OK I know what I am going to do now.......&lt;br /&gt;20-22-24-26 oh damn......&lt;br /&gt;Death of me yet.......&lt;br /&gt;Something is screwed up again. yarn over into, no no damn......&lt;br /&gt;oh oh maybe I didn't screw up. Do you notice this?&lt;br /&gt;And as any husband with a knitting wife knows the answer is always, “No Dear” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7260968094921291146-3934103830689599633?l=displaynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/3934103830689599633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7260968094921291146&amp;postID=3934103830689599633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/3934103830689599633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/3934103830689599633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-knitter-says-during-tv.html' title='Things a  knitter says during a TV commercial'/><author><name>Display Name Here</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/SorWh5BGwbI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/S-NdRKvRhHo/s72-c/Judy+Knitting.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260968094921291146.post-7765241466547148750</id><published>2009-08-10T13:12:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T12:24:16.284-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Husband of a Knitter'/><title type='text'>The Musing of a Knitters Husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;How to divide a roll of wool equally into 2 balls of wool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Step 1......... Setup 2 points&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/SoBcuTZTfQI/AAAAAAAAAWI/s5x_qHQHiRk/s1600-h/S+%26+J+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368392706375777538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/SoBcuTZTfQI/AAAAAAAAAWI/s5x_qHQHiRk/s400/S+%26+J+(1).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Step 2........Unroll the entire roll of wool counting the strands of wool as you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/SoBbe_sbniI/AAAAAAAAAWA/GNYIQS6qUYI/s1600-h/S+%26+J+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368391343877627426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/SoBbe_sbniI/AAAAAAAAAWA/GNYIQS6qUYI/s400/S+%26+J+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Step 3......Reroll the wool into equally sized balls of wool by dividing the total amount of strands in half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/SoBaI8yLKjI/AAAAAAAAAV4/1Gd_Vb1dgEE/s1600-h/S+%26+J+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368389865627658802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/SoBaI8yLKjI/AAAAAAAAAV4/1Gd_Vb1dgEE/s400/S+%26+J+(3).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Step 4...... Don't ask your husband when to stop the first roll or you will end up with 3 balls of wool instead of 2 equally sized balls of wool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7260968094921291146-7765241466547148750?l=displaynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/7765241466547148750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7260968094921291146&amp;postID=7765241466547148750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/7765241466547148750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/7765241466547148750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/08/musing-of-knitters-husband.html' title='The Musing of a Knitters Husband'/><author><name>Display Name Here</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/SoBcuTZTfQI/AAAAAAAAAWI/s5x_qHQHiRk/s72-c/S+%26+J+(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260968094921291146.post-5969088362709340277</id><published>2009-07-25T20:33:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T12:40:22.965-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teach your Child a funny sound'/><title type='text'>Laugh Out Loud</title><content type='html'>About 10 months ago I was having a conversation with my granddaughter on video Skype. She was 9 months old at the time and we were having an in depth conversation about what she had learned that week. Throwing kisses, Elmo, etc. Then she made a new sound with her mouth and said PA PA !! I think she expected me to laugh because her mother was laughing but I didn't because I didn't think it was funny. That was a sound that Nana makes and if she had said "NANA" I would have laughed uncontrollably and praised and reinforced this new behavior. Unfortunately her mother was praising and reinforcing this behavior enough for 10 people and I am sure because of this, my granddaughter will be repeating this behavior well after I am gone. My question is, when she makes this sound for real when she is 60 years old will she think of me. I hope so, I hope she laughs out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push the play button and see if you laugh out loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-501ccda1959b754" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0501ccda1959b754%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331332470%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5802103FC23970D8F952BA7937A5B1D8AEA0419D.57965D81BDE58BFA97D0835E876ED19FB80492AE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D501ccda1959b754%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dsll024JhkaaQgUcsFEfcGlKwCCY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0501ccda1959b754%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331332470%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5802103FC23970D8F952BA7937A5B1D8AEA0419D.57965D81BDE58BFA97D0835E876ED19FB80492AE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D501ccda1959b754%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dsll024JhkaaQgUcsFEfcGlKwCCY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7260968094921291146-5969088362709340277?l=displaynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=501ccda1959b754&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/5969088362709340277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7260968094921291146&amp;postID=5969088362709340277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/5969088362709340277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/5969088362709340277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/07/laugh-out-loud.html' title='Laugh Out Loud'/><author><name>Display Name Here</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260968094921291146.post-4982627522449845878</id><published>2009-06-28T14:04:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T16:33:43.127-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>There are times when life&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/SkeyadvOVKI/AAAAAAAAAUg/MlMG-GnG7Kk/s1600-h/S,J,K,M,J,T+06-13-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 262px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352442849882166434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/SkeyadvOVKI/AAAAAAAAAUg/MlMG-GnG7Kk/s320/S,J,K,M,J,T+06-13-09.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; goes by and it is difficult to remember one day from the next. Day after day, each blending into the next. Then there was June 12th when old friends from New Hampshire came to visit for the weekend and the &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/SkezHvKbOdI/AAAAAAAAAUo/wBRwHIrLfss/s1600-h/M,J,T+06-13-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;day became very memorable. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352558356456049490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/Skgbd1Qci1I/AAAAAAAAAVI/J2rCSQ8kjU4/s200/M,T,J+06-13-09.JPG" /&gt;We ate great food, drank great wine and we laughed a lot. Our conversations turned to reminiscing of old times, our adult children, retirement, our medical issues and friends that we have lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/Ske1pbUkYjI/AAAAAAAAAVA/oAjJxoX62Sk/s1600-h/Judy+and+Ken+06-13-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 124px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352446405466415666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/Ske1pbUkYjI/AAAAAAAAAVA/oAjJxoX62Sk/s200/Judy+and+Ken+06-13-09.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we have gotten older our age once again brings us together as did our youth. Our conversations may have changed but our friendship has not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a glorious weekend except no one wanted to hear about my BM issues. I'll try again in a few years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7260968094921291146-4982627522449845878?l=displaynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/4982627522449845878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7260968094921291146&amp;postID=4982627522449845878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/4982627522449845878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/4982627522449845878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/06/friends.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>Display Name Here</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/SkeyadvOVKI/AAAAAAAAAUg/MlMG-GnG7Kk/s72-c/S,J,K,M,J,T+06-13-09.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260968094921291146.post-4058480365786742752</id><published>2009-05-05T13:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:58:20.181-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Married 38 years'/><title type='text'>Time Flies. Pay Attention</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/SgB9oBM-myI/AAAAAAAAAUI/49tSTYq2TGk/s1600-h/Wedding+Header.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 303px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332400085277776674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/SgB9oBM-myI/AAAAAAAAAUI/49tSTYq2TGk/s200/Wedding+Header.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I have been married to my sweetie for 38 years. Yes 38 short years. Freakishly short years, like where has the time gone short. It seems like only yesterday we were parking at the sand pit in Whitefield short. Like the last time I remember I was 175 lbs. Yes 175 lbs and I would pee as many times in one week as I pee now in one day. When did that happen?!!!! I need to start writing things down. I need to pay attention!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7260968094921291146-4058480365786742752?l=displaynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/4058480365786742752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7260968094921291146&amp;postID=4058480365786742752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/4058480365786742752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/4058480365786742752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-flies-pay-attention.html' title='Time Flies. Pay Attention'/><author><name>Display Name Here</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/SgB9oBM-myI/AAAAAAAAAUI/49tSTYq2TGk/s72-c/Wedding+Header.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260968094921291146.post-1684611537561570890</id><published>2009-04-22T12:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T13:44:24.857-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David  Hadley'/><title type='text'>Like Father Like Daughter</title><content type='html'>As a grandparent I at times observe my granddaughter to see which parent she takes after. If I try, I can see my daughter. The way I remember my daughter talking and walking when she was that age. Looking at old pictures hoping to find that one picture that says “Hadley looks just like Christy.” But alas it is not meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at pictures I took on my recent trip to Denver, I had a realization that Hadley does not look like my daughter, she looks just like her father. The roundness of her face, the way she smiles, the way her hair looks and the fact that she likes farting noises is a dead give away. There is no question she is her fathers daughter. I just hope she sings like her mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press Play to view video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d1674b3ed3b13098" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd1674b3ed3b13098%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331332470%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D79287291C7285F0FF720361A1E4BEC7BE5190CE4.78F95C061DE55974E3BD704E768716D0AF946879%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd1674b3ed3b13098%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEZLhNO7Ckhys2eCfcMgTJt4zCuE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd1674b3ed3b13098%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331332470%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D79287291C7285F0FF720361A1E4BEC7BE5190CE4.78F95C061DE55974E3BD704E768716D0AF946879%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd1674b3ed3b13098%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEZLhNO7Ckhys2eCfcMgTJt4zCuE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7260968094921291146-1684611537561570890?l=displaynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d1674b3ed3b13098&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/1684611537561570890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7260968094921291146&amp;postID=1684611537561570890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/1684611537561570890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/1684611537561570890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/04/like-father-like-daughter.html' title='Like Father Like Daughter'/><author><name>Display Name Here</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260968094921291146.post-6570243680967346520</id><published>2009-03-30T10:35:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T13:14:58.033-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marbels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring'/><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/SdDstqf1ljI/AAAAAAAAATY/NO6npHtwvCA/s1600-h/Marble.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319011429170648626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/SdDstqf1ljI/AAAAAAAAATY/NO6npHtwvCA/s200/Marble.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As a young boy I enjoyed springtime because I loved to play marbles. There was nothing like digging my heal into the ground, spinning my body around and making a hole to flick marbles into. We would all show our very best marbles but when we played, we would play our ugly marbles first. One day I was playing FJ and he lost all his ugly marbles and he would not play his pretty ones. So I got out the most beautiful bolder cats eye that anyone had ever seen. It was worth 15 regular marbles. It was spectacular and FJ went for the challenge. As I lined up and threw my precious bolder cats eye, FJ walked over picked it up and ran away. Yes the ass hole ran away. Away was a 1/4 mile down the street and into his house. For the next 2 years well into the 5th grade, whenever I saw him I would try to hit him. Because of his constant antisocial behavior pretty much everybody in the 5th grade was trying to hit him. I have heard that he became a stage director for a ballet company. I wonder if he still has my magnificent bolder cats eye marble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7260968094921291146-6570243680967346520?l=displaynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/6570243680967346520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7260968094921291146&amp;postID=6570243680967346520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/6570243680967346520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/6570243680967346520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/03/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>Display Name Here</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/SdDstqf1ljI/AAAAAAAAATY/NO6npHtwvCA/s72-c/Marble.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260968094921291146.post-8917939138585698230</id><published>2009-01-22T20:18:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T10:43:38.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A boys best friend</title><content type='html'>How does a man learn to be a good husband? At what point does he develop into a loving caring person. Where does it start? How does it develop? Is it nurture or nature or both?&lt;br /&gt;As you watch the video you may ask why is his bed on the floor? Does he live in a trailer? Why does he have a champagne bottle filled with socks and water in his room? To answer these questions I suggest that you e-mail &lt;a href="mailto:allbee88@yahoo.com"&gt;allbee88@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt; and ask him. As for being a good husband I think he was helped along by Becky, a boys best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3c0194a1e15a795" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D03c0194a1e15a795%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331332470%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6C8A7A876852C5299508CE7FC1B7A3CFC6309FBB.60F9C3335AF7269365A3CC43D2498FBC48721B53%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3c0194a1e15a795%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuZoHO_b9Ekd5sY6piZ7N_9oowYk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D03c0194a1e15a795%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331332470%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6C8A7A876852C5299508CE7FC1B7A3CFC6309FBB.60F9C3335AF7269365A3CC43D2498FBC48721B53%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3c0194a1e15a795%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuZoHO_b9Ekd5sY6piZ7N_9oowYk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7260968094921291146-8917939138585698230?l=displaynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3c0194a1e15a795&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/8917939138585698230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7260968094921291146&amp;postID=8917939138585698230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/8917939138585698230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/8917939138585698230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/01/boys-best-friend.html' title='A boys best friend'/><author><name>Display Name Here</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260968094921291146.post-5920092385958259035</id><published>2009-01-08T16:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:52:55.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Linguine Race</title><content type='html'>I am both excited and nervous. I have just found software that will convert any video format to what ever video format I want. I can take old VHS family video or DVD video and convert it to flash for my blog, 3GP for my phone, or just a window media file and store it on my hard drive. This is a huge leap because I have wanted to do this for years. I found the software at &lt;a href="http://need4video.com/"&gt;need4video.com&lt;/a&gt; . Some of it is free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with this new ability comes a feeling of nervousness. The nervousness comes from what my daughter will do if I post old video of her from the 80’s. Both Judy and I know that we looked better 20 years ago, but our daughter with hair that you read about does not think she looked better. I think she looks just fine, kind of a cross between Melanie Griffith in working girl meets Dolly Parton in 9 to 5. Do me a favor, after you watch the video below, go to her blog &lt;a href="http://christyallbee.com/"&gt;christyallbee.com&lt;/a&gt; and tell her she looks just fine.          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I could not tell you why, but I liked him. When he married my daughter I liked him more. Didn't know why, I just did. Now that he has been a big part of my life for over 2 years I can tell you why. He is a good person, a good friend, a great husband, and an involved loving dad. He can also play a mean guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was left Home Alone when my daughter and grand daughter came to visit in mid December. What does a man do when the wife and kid are gone? He does what comes natural for any man. He breaks out his favorite winter hat, the one with the ear flaps. Pounds down a few Baileys Irish Creme. Gets out the guitar, cranks up the amplifier and plays Christmas music until his ears bleed. As you will see from the video he is the coolest SIL that a FIL could have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c32c61fd47c37fec" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc32c61fd47c37fec%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331332470%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4F3E30F8FC99CB672E17A97D922EEA21BB31F4ED.5D99F0CC75D3A7484AD8BEBFA8B463A5ED13EA4E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc32c61fd47c37fec%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJoDHiv93NPSctj6WPZkjVBsTCCA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc32c61fd47c37fec%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331332470%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4F3E30F8FC99CB672E17A97D922EEA21BB31F4ED.5D99F0CC75D3A7484AD8BEBFA8B463A5ED13EA4E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc32c61fd47c37fec%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJoDHiv93NPSctj6WPZkjVBsTCCA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7260968094921291146-6738812514852266866?l=displaynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c32c61fd47c37fec&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/6738812514852266866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7260968094921291146&amp;postID=6738812514852266866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/6738812514852266866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/6738812514852266866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/01/home-alone.html' title='Home Alone'/><author><name>Display Name Here</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260968094921291146.post-6296114203355337654</id><published>2008-12-24T13:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T11:06:27.934-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myron Floren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicken Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lawrence Welk'/><title type='text'>Why Not</title><content type='html'>When I was 10 years old I was walking past the TV one night when my parents were watching Lawrence Welk. Myron Floren was playing the accordion and my mother loved Myron so I stopped, lie down in front of the TV, put my chin on my hands and watched him play the accordion as only he could do. When he was done my mother said would you like to play the accordion? I said sure. Thinking why not. Well 4 days later I was sitting in a stranger’s house with an accordion strapped to my chest learning the song “Go Away”. I stayed with it for 2 years only because my mother liked the accordion and why not. When I quit at the age of 12, I could play like a really good 12 year old. Even at the age of 35 when I took it out the last time to play Christmas carols I still could play like a really good 12 year old. Now after 25 years I have taken it out again and I have found that I play like a really bad 10 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why have I waited 25 years to play the accordion again? Because my granddaughter really really LOVES the chicken dance and I really really love my granddaughter, and why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4b3cd78728e3fd30" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4b3cd78728e3fd30%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331332470%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1533633ACE929C1FEFD9E31D98ADC0798D5D3D0E.35DE84ECD7592EB1ED940CDE32DDACEAEB1F978A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4b3cd78728e3fd30%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9QdGjcZr_gsCIC-N8RutwNjlcIE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4b3cd78728e3fd30%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331332470%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1533633ACE929C1FEFD9E31D98ADC0798D5D3D0E.35DE84ECD7592EB1ED940CDE32DDACEAEB1F978A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4b3cd78728e3fd30%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9QdGjcZr_gsCIC-N8RutwNjlcIE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7260968094921291146-6296114203355337654?l=displaynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4b3cd78728e3fd30&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/6296114203355337654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7260968094921291146&amp;postID=6296114203355337654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/6296114203355337654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/6296114203355337654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-not.html' title='Why Not'/><author><name>Display Name Here</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260968094921291146.post-2755622332827661633</id><published>2008-09-01T11:33:00.021-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T11:12:05.430-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grand Daughter visit'/><title type='text'>Bonding with my Grand Daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Grand Daughter Hadley has come to visit and she brought her mother. Her mother is the one with the arms and legs in the pictures. In this picture we are having lunch with some christian bikers in Litchfied CT and she is wondering if we should say grace before we eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289052003873078626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/SWZ8xmFsPWI/AAAAAAAAARM/6eLgfiRblqo/s400/grace.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here she is telling me that she has just had a diaper change. I am telling her that it was about time for all in the near vicinity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289051122490310146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/SWZ7-SrqfgI/AAAAAAAAARE/O6yo5slopqU/s400/Diaper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here she is telling me that she is having a bath in the sink and to bug off. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289052779343820594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/SWZ9eu8UtzI/AAAAAAAAARU/LD-_PXabL0c/s400/bath.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a bonding moment. She said Granpa feed me.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289053563489150370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/SWZ-MYHI5aI/AAAAAAAAARc/JDRzFFbBOY4/s400/feed.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was a great day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7260968094921291146-2755622332827661633?l=displaynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/2755622332827661633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7260968094921291146&amp;postID=2755622332827661633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/2755622332827661633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/2755622332827661633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/2008/09/bonding-with-my-grand-daughter.html' title='Bonding with my Grand Daughter'/><author><name>Display Name Here</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/SWZ8xmFsPWI/AAAAAAAAARM/6eLgfiRblqo/s72-c/grace.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260968094921291146.post-3648345165977564032</id><published>2008-08-23T11:43:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T12:22:34.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlights of my trip to Korea</title><content type='html'>Meeting the Cha Family&lt;br /&gt;Spending time with my Son and new daughter in law&lt;br /&gt;The Wedding (of course)&lt;br /&gt;Traveling and sight seeing&lt;br /&gt;Eating the food&lt;br /&gt;Finding Western bath rooms&lt;br /&gt;Eating more food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On looking back I found that I did not take enough pictures or video of the trip. Every experience seemed new or different and I guess I was more into experiencing the moment then in taking a picture of the moment. Korea is a beautiful country, with wonderful people and now I can better understand why my son enjoys living and making a home there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter, &lt;a href="http://www.christyallbee.com/2008/08/beautiful-south-korean-wedding.html"&gt;Christy Twitface &lt;/a&gt; , thinks I looked like the butler &lt;a href="http://mortystv.com/showcards/mr_belvedere.jpg"&gt;Mr. Belvedere&lt;/a&gt; in the wedding but I think I looked like &lt;a href="http://l.yimg.com/img.tv.yahoo.com/tv/us/img/site/35/57/0000043557_20071001164918.jpg"&gt;THIS GUY &lt;/a&gt;You be the judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4c492f238944441d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4c492f238944441d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331332470%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4AFEBCB2577C99DC0EFC78435DC709311BA0A144.6D297B6820D52BFFE6635CF76097643D669F8B5A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4c492f238944441d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDeYeTRwA4lBWgcmYFWzATkubkKk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4c492f238944441d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331332470%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4AFEBCB2577C99DC0EFC78435DC709311BA0A144.6D297B6820D52BFFE6635CF76097643D669F8B5A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4c492f238944441d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDeYeTRwA4lBWgcmYFWzATkubkKk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7260968094921291146-3648345165977564032?l=displaynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/3648345165977564032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7260968094921291146&amp;postID=3648345165977564032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/3648345165977564032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/3648345165977564032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/2008/08/highlights-of-my-trip-to-korea.html' title='Highlights of my trip to Korea'/><author><name>Display Name Here</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260968094921291146.post-1691720223141442804</id><published>2008-07-23T09:55:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T11:01:24.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud Parent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/SWaA-IsvDxI/AAAAAAAAARk/MwT3JuXhRxQ/s1600-h/M+%26+YM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289056617368588050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/SWaA-IsvDxI/AAAAAAAAARk/MwT3JuXhRxQ/s400/M+%26+YM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As a parent there have been events in the lives of my children that have made me proud, and brought me great enjoyment. On August 10th 2008, one such event will be taking place in Daegu, South Korea. The wedding of my son Michael to Yoon Mi Cha. It makes me Proud as a father that he is getting married and happy that he has found such a wonderful partner as Yoon Mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I need is chop sticks with little forks on the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7260968094921291146-1691720223141442804?l=displaynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/1691720223141442804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7260968094921291146&amp;postID=1691720223141442804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/1691720223141442804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/1691720223141442804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/2008/07/proud-parent.html' title='Proud Parent'/><author><name>Display Name Here</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/SWaA-IsvDxI/AAAAAAAAARk/MwT3JuXhRxQ/s72-c/M+%26+YM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260968094921291146.post-8305721581094539503</id><published>2008-05-26T10:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T08:57:37.813-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canton CT'/><title type='text'>"The Bear" of Canton Connecticut</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Thanks to my wife who from this day forward I will call Hawk Eye, not the Hawk Eye from M.A.S.H the TV show but Hawk Eye from “Last of the Mohegans”. Thanks to her sharp eye we have documented proof of the invisible bear. Or as I can now call it,  “The Bear”. It seems like a small bear, but a small bear that would rip your arm off and run up behind a tree and eat it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fc89c4a23b788a93" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfc89c4a23b788a93%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331332470%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D220002B1D7EE54E0736B186095D6EAC9EB9B3D10.8430461184C9122E9D2CDA79D76E06EB452189D1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfc89c4a23b788a93%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLSEZYZl6Yzpdzft_E5nwpYLr2gk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfc89c4a23b788a93%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331332470%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D220002B1D7EE54E0736B186095D6EAC9EB9B3D10.8430461184C9122E9D2CDA79D76E06EB452189D1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfc89c4a23b788a93%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLSEZYZl6Yzpdzft_E5nwpYLr2gk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7260968094921291146-8305721581094539503?l=displaynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fc89c4a23b788a93&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/8305721581094539503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7260968094921291146&amp;postID=8305721581094539503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/8305721581094539503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/8305721581094539503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/2008/05/invisible-bear-part-ii.html' title='&quot;The Bear&quot; of Canton Connecticut'/><author><name>Display Name Here</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260968094921291146.post-7398684970259745704</id><published>2008-05-12T17:37:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T12:11:37.424-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='270 Baby Pictures'/><title type='text'>How many is too many, how many is not enough.</title><content type='html'>As all who read my daughters blog know, &lt;a href="http://www.christyallbee.com/blog_archives/2008_04_01_archive.html"&gt;christyallbee.com&lt;/a&gt; , my grand daughter became very ill with infant Botulism. During this time the only thing that mattered in my life was her recovery. I could not watch the news or read a news paper or concentrate on anything for a long period of time. The world did not matter any more, only the recovery of this little baby girl. Now that all is much better I have been going over all the pictures I have of Hadley which brings me to this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we have deleted 7 out of 10 pictures that we have taken of my granddaughter, and we have 1000 pictures left, how many pictures have we taken. The answer is not enough. Click the play button and if you watch very closely because they go by fast, you will see 270 of them. God help me if I have more grandchildren. Where will I find the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-baadabb9a2416bd6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbaadabb9a2416bd6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331332470%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7F1FD28233A7E642286DFBB0A422B5A9BCC6A099.196144179D5861D59CB097832822F91B23453F68%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbaadabb9a2416bd6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dpq_5zOoa7nBvVoW_Hj6CLF1lv10&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbaadabb9a2416bd6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331332470%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7F1FD28233A7E642286DFBB0A422B5A9BCC6A099.196144179D5861D59CB097832822F91B23453F68%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbaadabb9a2416bd6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dpq_5zOoa7nBvVoW_Hj6CLF1lv10&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7260968094921291146-7398684970259745704?l=displaynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=baadabb9a2416bd6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/7398684970259745704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7260968094921291146&amp;postID=7398684970259745704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/7398684970259745704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/7398684970259745704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-many-is-to-many-how-many-is-not.html' title='How many is too many, how many is not enough.'/><author><name>Display Name Here</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260968094921291146.post-3066954429902699904</id><published>2008-02-12T13:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T03:29:02.670-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canton Connecticut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coyote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bobcat'/><title type='text'>Life in Canton Connecticut</title><content type='html'>Monday morning while sitting at the kitchen table, I saw what looked like a German Shepard loping through our back yard. It happened so fast my mind said dog, than wolf, no can’t be a wolf maybe it is a whadda you call it. As I was telling Judy what I had seen she noticed 2 more whadda ya call its loping at high sped through the back yard one with a limp. They made a U-turn one smelling the ground as they ran coming back through the yard up the mountain down the mountain circling in the back yard. The one with the limp finally stopped and waited for the other to make up its mind. Then the other picked up the scent again and they both loped off in the direction of the first one that I had seen. Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt; we found that they were &lt;a href="http://www.ct.gov/dep/cwp/view.asp?a=2723&amp;amp;q=325992&amp;amp;depNav_GID=1655"&gt;Coyotes&lt;/a&gt;. COOL!!! Judy got the camera out just in case they came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/R7HtaFs8VbI/AAAAAAAAAF4/RqwT-ezRfnk/s1600-h/Bobcat+1+Adjusted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166171280033732018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/R7HtaFs8VbI/AAAAAAAAAF4/RqwT-ezRfnk/s400/Bobcat+1+Adjusted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to this morning, sitting at the kitchen table with a coffee and camera at the ready, Judy noticed this whadda you call it. I almost fell out of my chair getting the camera. I made such a loud noise that the whadda you call it stopped and look right at me. There is a little glare from the window but it’s a &lt;a href="http://www.ct.gov/dep/cwp/view.asp?a=2723&amp;amp;q=325974&amp;amp;depNav_GID=1655"&gt;Bobcat&lt;/a&gt;. COOL!!!!! I would hate to clean that litter box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/R7HtUVs8VaI/AAAAAAAAAFw/3bDxOkb9EuU/s1600-h/Bobcat+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166171181249484194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/R7HtUVs8VaI/AAAAAAAAAFw/3bDxOkb9EuU/s400/Bobcat+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/R7HtPVs8VZI/AAAAAAAAAFo/xJrtKukv1lc/s1600-h/Bobcat+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166171095350138258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/R7HtPVs8VZI/AAAAAAAAAFo/xJrtKukv1lc/s400/Bobcat+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7260968094921291146-3066954429902699904?l=displaynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/3066954429902699904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7260968094921291146&amp;postID=3066954429902699904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/3066954429902699904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/3066954429902699904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/2008/02/hills-of-canton-connecticut.html' title='Life in Canton Connecticut'/><author><name>Display Name Here</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/R7HtaFs8VbI/AAAAAAAAAF4/RqwT-ezRfnk/s72-c/Bobcat+1+Adjusted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260968094921291146.post-4543707107787887722</id><published>2007-12-30T13:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T13:48:44.265-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swaddle'/><title type='text'>swaddle :To restrict free will</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;While visiting our granddaughter this Christmas I have learned that when it comes to caring for a baby things have changed since 1971. Things have changed so much that I am surprised that either of our children made it into adulthood. Yet they did and our 1st born gave birth to the most beautiful grandbaby ever in the whole world, and I’m not just saying that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and what the hell is swaddle. I got out the parenting dictionary from 1971, and it defines swaddle as, to bind an infant in cloth, to restrict movement and free will. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Ok I added free will) It is kind of like you can’t do anything else so you might as well fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9294ef643b5bb0c0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9294ef643b5bb0c0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331332470%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D63D40BF1F6681E3E87250EC2A2A1BD4C55A955A8.33A0CDBBAD24C37238505D82EDCC36C84BA25366%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9294ef643b5bb0c0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbDdi8DK-JxRMrGftN4_R6Gpn8UE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9294ef643b5bb0c0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331332470%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D63D40BF1F6681E3E87250EC2A2A1BD4C55A955A8.33A0CDBBAD24C37238505D82EDCC36C84BA25366%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9294ef643b5bb0c0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbDdi8DK-JxRMrGftN4_R6Gpn8UE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7260968094921291146-4543707107787887722?l=displaynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9294ef643b5bb0c0&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/4543707107787887722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7260968094921291146&amp;postID=4543707107787887722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/4543707107787887722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/4543707107787887722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/2007/12/swaddle-to-restrict-free-will.html' title='swaddle :To restrict free will'/><author><name>Display Name Here</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260968094921291146.post-1122620951328157284</id><published>2007-12-13T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T20:23:23.648-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy  Grandparent'/><title type='text'>Her joy is my joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of the joys for me in becoming a Grandparent was the process that my daughter went through during her pregnancy. Through our telephone calls I experienced her joy, concern, excitement and anticipation. 2 weeks prior to the birth of Hadley, She left a message on my cell phone. When you double click the video play Icon you can hear the message. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her excitement was my excitement. Her joy was my joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-674656e62eea68a8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D674656e62eea68a8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331332470%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D588C1E028CEF9A222BDE2B7C3C22C213F7E3625.1501AF4040CC3EC16516F4BF6DA56CDB00ACB725%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D674656e62eea68a8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGbGQFoyPClhU8FDidhvrad2hotA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D674656e62eea68a8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331332470%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D588C1E028CEF9A222BDE2B7C3C22C213F7E3625.1501AF4040CC3EC16516F4BF6DA56CDB00ACB725%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D674656e62eea68a8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGbGQFoyPClhU8FDidhvrad2hotA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7260968094921291146-1122620951328157284?l=displaynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=674656e62eea68a8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/1122620951328157284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7260968094921291146&amp;postID=1122620951328157284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/1122620951328157284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/1122620951328157284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/2007/12/her-joy-was-my-joy.html' title='Her joy is my joy'/><author><name>Display Name Here</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260968094921291146.post-201419741573273949</id><published>2007-12-07T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T11:44:22.895-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beautiful Baby'/><title type='text'>The most beautiful Baby ever in  the whole world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We recently purchased a Logitech QuickCam Video camera so that we could place a video call to our new Grand baby. “The most beautiful baby ever in the whole world”. I took a video of the computer screen as we were talking. I need to hold her before she loses that new baby smell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7d0b883f36b804a4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7d0b883f36b804a4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331332470%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A35124AA8A47BA366C68FFD6125CB53172DD4A3.37BEE2670F3694E824E73DB6E5AA64C01FE23B28%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7d0b883f36b804a4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_MaxC_mJNLSmSTYyvcVf9kbbpxo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7d0b883f36b804a4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331332470%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A35124AA8A47BA366C68FFD6125CB53172DD4A3.37BEE2670F3694E824E73DB6E5AA64C01FE23B28%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7d0b883f36b804a4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_MaxC_mJNLSmSTYyvcVf9kbbpxo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7260968094921291146-201419741573273949?l=displaynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7d0b883f36b804a4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/201419741573273949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7260968094921291146&amp;postID=201419741573273949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/201419741573273949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/201419741573273949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='The most beautiful Baby ever in  the whole world'/><author><name>Display Name Here</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260968094921291146.post-5610358326831566577</id><published>2007-11-30T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T03:29:03.896-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beautiful Baby'/><title type='text'>The most beautiful baby ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/R1r_-l7-z-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/sQJOneC28Ss/s1600-h/IMG_3151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141703375397507042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/R1r_-l7-z-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/sQJOneC28Ss/s400/IMG_3151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/R1DL2wXKzxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/x0MUa84LaAs/s1600-R/Hadley+August+Gannon+(1)a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/R1DLwgXKzwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/G90i8k6flO0/s1600-R/Hadley+August+Gannon+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138831209011007234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/R1DLwgXKzwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/_WBOgBMLYyk/s400/Hadley+August+Gannon+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/R1DLpgXKzvI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YxB_MY07aGA/s1600-R/Hadley+August+Gannon+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hadley August Gannon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Born &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;7:42 am, Denver Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;November 27th 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;19 inches, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;6 lbs 1 oz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7260968094921291146-5610358326831566577?l=displaynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/5610358326831566577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7260968094921291146&amp;postID=5610358326831566577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/5610358326831566577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/5610358326831566577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/2007/11/most-beautiful-baby-ever.html' title='The most beautiful baby ever'/><author><name>Display Name Here</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/R1r_-l7-z-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/sQJOneC28Ss/s72-c/IMG_3151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260968094921291146.post-8275475862899194813</id><published>2007-10-23T12:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T17:47:32.142-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Farmington River'/><title type='text'>Farmington River</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/SWaBcuEBANI/AAAAAAAAARs/3Orjqy1O6Ag/s1600-h/Farmington+River.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289057142794420434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 362px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/SWaBcuEBANI/AAAAAAAAARs/3Orjqy1O6Ag/s400/Farmington+River.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This picture was taken from a bridge just west of where I live. If you go to the following link&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;time=&amp;amp;date=&amp;amp;ttype=&amp;amp;q=ct+farmington+river&amp;amp;sll=41.50072,-72.75746&amp;amp;sspn=1.162215,2.202759&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;om=1&amp;amp;ll=41.849712,-72.947588&amp;amp;spn=0.018062,0.034418&amp;amp;z=15&amp;amp;iwloc=addr"&gt;Farmington River&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you can see an arial view of the bridge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Route 44 crossing the Farmington River) and also an arial view of our house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The Farmington River is a beautiful winding river that we have to cross 2 or 3 times to travel any where. All the leaves that you see will be in my backyard by Thanksgiving. Lucy, I gotta lotta raken ta do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7260968094921291146-8275475862899194813?l=displaynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/8275475862899194813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7260968094921291146&amp;postID=8275475862899194813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/8275475862899194813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/8275475862899194813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='Farmington River'/><author><name>Display Name Here</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/SWaBcuEBANI/AAAAAAAAARs/3Orjqy1O6Ag/s72-c/Farmington+River.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260968094921291146.post-8718464868524403919</id><published>2007-10-18T15:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T03:29:05.384-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Damn that invisible bear'/><title type='text'>Damn That Invisible Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/Rxe6jKYbTjI/AAAAAAAAACU/DZo0jlPszVs/s1600-h/Bear+Bird+Feeder.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122768214402223666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/Rxe6jKYbTjI/AAAAAAAAACU/DZo0jlPszVs/s400/Bear+Bird+Feeder.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every night no matter what time it is I bring my bird feeders into the house to protect them from the bear. Yup bear. Never seen the bear, never heard the bear, but ever once in a while there is a neighborhood story of a missing bird feeder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some nights when it is late and I’m half asleep and forget to bring the feeders in. Last night was almost one of those nights, but I walked back from the bedroom onto the deck in my bare feet cursing the damn bear I have never seen. I have 3 feeders and it takes 2 trips, but I was lazy and only brought in the squirrel proof bird feeder center and the suet feeder left. I didn’t bring in the cheapo Wal-Mart thistle feeder, right. OOPS, What cheapo Wal-Mart thistle feeder? Exactly, It’s gone, history, tail lights. Not even one little piece of thistle left as evidence. Just one mega bent metal bird feeder post. Damn that invisible bear.&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/7260968094921291146-8718464868524403919?l=displaynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/8718464868524403919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7260968094921291146&amp;postID=8718464868524403919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/8718464868524403919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/8718464868524403919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/2007/10/damn-invisible-bear.html' title='Damn That Invisible Bear'/><author><name>Display Name Here</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/Rxe6jKYbTjI/AAAAAAAAACU/DZo0jlPszVs/s72-c/Bear+Bird+Feeder.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260968094921291146.post-707124777442808126</id><published>2007-09-23T21:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T03:29:05.591-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart Stent'/><title type='text'>She has always liked a good deal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/RvcT06YbThI/AAAAAAAAACA/NDKBsMza9II/s1600-h/Stent+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113577701648322066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/RvcT06YbThI/AAAAAAAAACA/NDKBsMza9II/s400/Stent+%232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday my sweetie went in for her second round of heart Stents expecting to have only one installed, but they were having a daily heart Stent special. Buy one get the second one almost free, next to nothing. Hey while we’re in there would you like another. Why not she said? Of course she was buzzed on happy juice and would have said yes to anything. A snake, you want me to hold a snake? Surrrrrrre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures 1A &amp;amp; 1B Show the before and after of the first Stent.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures 2A &amp;amp; 2B Show the before and after of the second Stent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see from the pictures it was a good choice. 2A was badly closed and may not have responded to medication. Everything went fine and she was home the next day. She has always liked a good deal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7260968094921291146-707124777442808126?l=displaynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/707124777442808126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7260968094921291146&amp;postID=707124777442808126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/707124777442808126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/707124777442808126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/2007/09/she-has-always-like-good-deal.html' title='She has always liked a good deal'/><author><name>Display Name Here</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/RvcT06YbThI/AAAAAAAAACA/NDKBsMza9II/s72-c/Stent+%232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260968094921291146.post-6403682749694473709</id><published>2007-09-10T22:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T16:54:05.625-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epiphany'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deer'/><title type='text'>Epiphany</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;During the winter of 1974 I was deer hunting in the woods of N.H. when a beautiful doe stopped right in front of me. Neither of us making a sound, she gave me a look that said what the hell are you doing. I gave her a look back that said I am freezing my ass off. It was at that moment I had an epiphany. Well actual 2. The first was, there is not much difference between hunting and just sitting in the woods freezing your ass off. The second was that I could not kill this magnificent animal. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fast forward to 2007 and one of my greatest pleasures is shooting deer with my video camera in my back yard. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="280" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8d3bc3a361c2ea42" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8d3bc3a361c2ea42%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331332470%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2BEC1013A9C916DEC15460CB8B9B2AB124000A8.4AC5AFAD81CB27005BAB46D4D99B77FB18287880%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8d3bc3a361c2ea42%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkLdwVru8J9T10TpRtZcvRcTwnso&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="280" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8d3bc3a361c2ea42%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331332470%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2BEC1013A9C916DEC15460CB8B9B2AB124000A8.4AC5AFAD81CB27005BAB46D4D99B77FB18287880%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8d3bc3a361c2ea42%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkLdwVru8J9T10TpRtZcvRcTwnso&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7260968094921291146-6403682749694473709?l=displaynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8d3bc3a361c2ea42&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/6403682749694473709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7260968094921291146&amp;postID=6403682749694473709' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/6403682749694473709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/6403682749694473709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/2007/09/deer.html' title='Epiphany'/><author><name>Display Name Here</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260968094921291146.post-2967387728007819835</id><published>2007-09-02T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T03:29:06.067-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/RtrQPNAjPdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/0G3Gd2xjWz4/s1600-h/Stuffed+animals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105622087186464210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/RtrQPNAjPdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/0G3Gd2xjWz4/s400/Stuffed+animals.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; For 35 years we have saved our children’s baby clothes and stuffed animals for when our grandchildren are born. Well the point has FINALLY come and it was time to bring it all out of storage and answer the question, “Was it worth saving all this stuff?” My wife has never faltered, but I on the other hand have often questioned the reasoning and sanity of saving things for this long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see now that it was all saved for that very moment. That moment when we took each item out and shared our memories.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can now say it was worth it and thank God it is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="280" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4f344dc5c62429e2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4f344dc5c62429e2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331332470%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D689878033EFBB2AB028A33737687B51BECB24B32.E9B877F0AC31C7B59654FBC43E632995A2608B3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4f344dc5c62429e2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcuN7Bt-HXhNHLA0fdy8iixV-1zw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="280" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4f344dc5c62429e2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331332470%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D689878033EFBB2AB028A33737687B51BECB24B32.E9B877F0AC31C7B59654FBC43E632995A2608B3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4f344dc5c62429e2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcuN7Bt-HXhNHLA0fdy8iixV-1zw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sorry to say we found the stuffed animals to be a bit toxic and we had to give them a proper ceremony and burial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7260968094921291146-2967387728007819835?l=displaynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4f344dc5c62429e2&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/2967387728007819835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7260968094921291146&amp;postID=2967387728007819835' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/2967387728007819835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/2967387728007819835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/2007/09/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Display Name Here</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/RtrQPNAjPdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/0G3Gd2xjWz4/s72-c/Stuffed+animals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260968094921291146.post-4297143199566075960</id><published>2007-08-28T12:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T03:29:06.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is good</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/RtRMNNAjPbI/AAAAAAAAABo/xwzr6a6la6Q/s1600-h/scan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103788067431595442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/RtRMNNAjPbI/AAAAAAAAABo/xwzr6a6la6Q/s400/scan2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then there was Thursday. I received a call on my cell phone from my sweetie of 42 years asking where I was. She was at the health club having chest pains and wanted too know if I could pick her up and take her to the hospital. Calmly I said “Have them call 911”. She said “but how far away are you. Not so calmly I said “CALL 9 1 1 !!!!!!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In joining the health club to get healthy, my sweetie found out that she was not healthy. We also found out that a health and fitness club was not a bad place to have a major heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always believed that a good and happy life is determined by the personal choices we make and the ability to let yourself be happy. I will now add that luck helps to. The luck of having a severe heart attack with doctors around, the luck of having an ambulance service close by, the luck of being close to a hospital with doctors that have the skills to do what they did. All in less than 2 hours from start to finish. Without one of these my life would not be so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7260968094921291146-4297143199566075960?l=displaynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/4297143199566075960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7260968094921291146&amp;postID=4297143199566075960' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/4297143199566075960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/4297143199566075960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/2007/08/life-is-good.html' title='Life is good'/><author><name>Display Name Here</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/RtRMNNAjPbI/AAAAAAAAABo/xwzr6a6la6Q/s72-c/scan2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260968094921291146.post-7661038090305656822</id><published>2007-08-10T13:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T03:29:06.482-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whitefield'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Hampshire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Landaff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Littleton'/><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/RryfhW5WnLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/cCU6838v_fY/s1600-h/Stitch+of+Burns+Pond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097124273707195570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/RryfhW5WnLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/cCU6838v_fY/s400/Stitch+of+Burns+Pond.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Over the years when people have asked me “Where do you live” I have said, Maine,Indiana or Connecticut depending on where life had taken me.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I would often add, “but my home is in New Hampshire”. I have not lived in New Hampshire for 35 years but when I think of home I see New Hampshire. This is a picture of my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7260968094921291146-7661038090305656822?l=displaynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/7661038090305656822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7260968094921291146&amp;postID=7661038090305656822' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/7661038090305656822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/7661038090305656822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/2007/08/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Display Name Here</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/RryfhW5WnLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/cCU6838v_fY/s72-c/Stitch+of+Burns+Pond.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260968094921291146.post-4690342906836556981</id><published>2007-08-01T12:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T03:29:06.648-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughter not accurate'/><title type='text'>Daughter not always accurate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/RrC3UW5WnJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/O54PLl5Lt8U/s1600-h/Goofy+Christy+%26+Dave.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093772738927434898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/RrC3UW5WnJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/O54PLl5Lt8U/s320/Goofy+Christy+%26+Dave.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be rare that this blog will ever change from what you see at this moment. However if you do visit please leave a comment so that I know you have visited. Strangers and strange people welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture is my lovely daughter &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://christyallbee.com/"&gt;http://christyallbee.com/&lt;/a&gt; and her husband &lt;a href="http://davegannon.com/"&gt;http://davegannon.com/&lt;/a&gt; . They have much more interesting blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However my daughters blog is not always accurate in repeating what her father says, has said in the past, has done in the past, or plans on doing in the future. All corrections will be made here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything else she post is interesting and accurate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7260968094921291146-4690342906836556981?l=displaynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/4690342906836556981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7260968094921291146&amp;postID=4690342906836556981' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/4690342906836556981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7260968094921291146/posts/default/4690342906836556981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://displaynamehere.blogspot.com/2007/08/in-beginning.html' title='Daughter not always accurate'/><author><name>Display Name Here</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh-ggBYweoQ/RrC3UW5WnJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/O54PLl5Lt8U/s72-c/Goofy+Christy+%26+Dave.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
