tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103152932024-03-23T11:09:58.811-07:00Sunny Side UPThe Other Place for the Other ThingsPANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01413962340873589429noreply@blogger.comBlogger276125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10315293.post-62002064209761635182013-07-02T21:13:00.000-07:002013-07-02T21:13:48.833-07:00Why Do People Bother Buying Toys for Kids, part 18When my husband bought this horse trough four years ago, he didn't realize he was buying a parkour gym:<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/AUPv0Wtyqkk?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>
<br />
Turn it a different way and...<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/Wr2Wq-MSjm0?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>
<br />
And then there's that huge cable spool that our neighbor gave us:<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/HVYH4vumr60?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
But wait, he's not finished:<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/6lanwTpYFeQ?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>
<br />PANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01413962340873589429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10315293.post-70762033125859703982013-02-24T19:45:00.003-08:002013-02-24T19:45:53.668-08:00Encounter with a former studentSomething completely unexpected changed my day for the better today.<br />
<br />
Late in the morning, my daughter and I rode (on my Xtracycle) to Down to Earth to pick up some plants and Sluggo. It was a moderately sunny day, cool but not too cold; a nice change from the normal clouds and rain. <br />
<br />
When I was unlocking the bike after our errand and preparing to leave, a couple of young people, a man and a woman, walked by. The young man did a double-take at me..."I know you, you're [insert my full name here]!" Turns out he was a student of mine several years ago at my previous school - I didn't recognize his face, at first, but recognized his voice and knew immediately who he was. He was all smiles and gave me a hug. Turns out he's graduated and a couple of years into studying at LCC before a planned transfer to UO.<br />
<br />
What made this encounter so rewarding was that he shared with me that he now understood something I've tried to teach my students: That what they are learning at this time might not be useful to them right then, but that they would need it in order to "level up" in mathematics; i.e., that it would be something that would be useful to them later in the mathematical sequence of learning. This young man shared with me that he had learned the validity of that statement, an important connection, I think, to a mature outlook on education for a student. He also shared that he had been able to use what he learned in my Geometry class. Both of these things he shared were gratifying to hear. A former student was happy to see me! He learned something useful from me! Hooray!<br />
<br />
When I was a teacher-student, an adviser of mine told my class that in our careers as educators, if we could count one, just one student who we had been able to positively influence, then our careers would have been worth it.<br />
<br />
Achievement unlocked.PANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01413962340873589429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10315293.post-78384619794950890372013-02-16T08:08:00.001-08:002013-02-16T08:08:29.570-08:00Catch the 7:05 Northbound Charlie<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Usually, NTS leaves the unicycle at school and goes to unicycle club every morning. This is what it is like when he decides he wants to bring it home:</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/rqo890CHg10?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>
There goes the 7:05 northbound Charlie...and the 7:06 southbound Charlie...and the 7:07 northbound Charlie...PANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01413962340873589429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10315293.post-55499906205519018272013-02-10T12:06:00.000-08:002013-02-10T12:07:31.547-08:00Why Do People Bother Buying Toys For Kids, Part 17When there's so many doorways in the world?<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9-Ih1FljZ8f3dScbVD6ryRP8P0IJaWbEw2QfikFnirRkjCYtH-ocU0emsZX1SzUmgg9iHWrbUTx4bhWm-v6eGRJzMgfyWaSOBcqLlZLPO3SEg4e7y1lmcCGETLevPR1EUsmshhg/s1600/IMG_1251.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9-Ih1FljZ8f3dScbVD6ryRP8P0IJaWbEw2QfikFnirRkjCYtH-ocU0emsZX1SzUmgg9iHWrbUTx4bhWm-v6eGRJzMgfyWaSOBcqLlZLPO3SEg4e7y1lmcCGETLevPR1EUsmshhg/s320/IMG_1251.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />PANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01413962340873589429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10315293.post-11197096362792457902008-02-02T17:41:00.000-08:002008-02-02T18:26:48.064-08:00Why do people bother buying toys for kids, part 16When dad is a human carnival ride?<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzGGhXeXOb-xizyW4PFtyWT8pysuTix3yC-IKgxF7gV73v-z-AVz1yH41ggvJpETMxXfabq3EQUsgg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>PANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01413962340873589429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10315293.post-10466949790394938562008-01-29T12:29:00.000-08:002008-01-29T12:32:43.045-08:00Why do people bother buying toys for kids, part 15...When all you need is a broom cupboard?<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxQ73gk9Sn3mWofE_uYL3D2KMJWi6wHAURIh-8Ds8D_JXaAigR1FQ2zTV5PjA0GhxH7AcIdKZ_HcFk' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>PANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01413962340873589429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10315293.post-7118261918718455032008-01-28T18:43:00.000-08:002008-01-28T18:54:05.702-08:00Vernon & Irene CastleThis is what happens when you allow your children to watch too many Astaire/Rogers movies.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwOKVnCG_la-vS7LuCoV02_DvOkh4Qftkej1QOqwkMWdduMzQgeWkGkkw4TXIeW6HBAV9YsQBva-Bk' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>PANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01413962340873589429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10315293.post-6083308562650262132008-01-03T15:58:00.000-08:002008-01-03T16:10:56.010-08:00Beginning the yearWe started out the year going sledding on New Year's Day with Donna.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIvjXEDAtag_iuic-6sBxg7DR-GHn2017NRnhxfOgoJwEU9LMni0SgGPKy-LB8TgtulP7g_h3aLookfoeOJ76c3uDW76s8ww3FvYlMk7yUb7BirrnZaS1b-OwyjKFJxPrqUV2NXA/s1600-h/DSC01919.JPG"> <img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIvjXEDAtag_iuic-6sBxg7DR-GHn2017NRnhxfOgoJwEU9LMni0SgGPKy-LB8TgtulP7g_h3aLookfoeOJ76c3uDW76s8ww3FvYlMk7yUb7BirrnZaS1b-OwyjKFJxPrqUV2NXA/s320/DSC01919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151404507130855922" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsKJ-Gyr6VJ-fL2-BdfFahvdooagMDXVe-1aDwIZlvUjK5lLu0QEmjhuQ6NNf-mfktg83U0MEcjW9nybrDmbsQ7UisgHMy_8OPijH57CNgI-eDqN1Ht0pmStfEOl3ZUPiIpJ7J_A/s1600-h/DSC01920.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsKJ-Gyr6VJ-fL2-BdfFahvdooagMDXVe-1aDwIZlvUjK5lLu0QEmjhuQ6NNf-mfktg83U0MEcjW9nybrDmbsQ7UisgHMy_8OPijH57CNgI-eDqN1Ht0pmStfEOl3ZUPiIpJ7J_A/s320/DSC01920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151404511425823234" border="0" /></a><br />All the kids had a blast. We went up to HooDoo ski area, which has a special (very fast) tubing area, which is where NOS spent his day with Donna. We took the littler ones over to the bunny hill for some somewhat gentler sledding.<br /><br />Then yesterday, it being NTS's very own second birthday, we had a little party for him.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir8qPaEUUjwcAXlChnWe4UVwkkmIf1N1n77PbD3lXXizugYe2wd0RjxKsYkMOlCstJmEOq29wqkSeLFyBviQ0Q-XxnXTSHLC4dV7FrRswqL4ssCBI4WcDdTTvWs5dw1xHGvkSNXg/s1600-h/IMG_8905.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir8qPaEUUjwcAXlChnWe4UVwkkmIf1N1n77PbD3lXXizugYe2wd0RjxKsYkMOlCstJmEOq29wqkSeLFyBviQ0Q-XxnXTSHLC4dV7FrRswqL4ssCBI4WcDdTTvWs5dw1xHGvkSNXg/s320/IMG_8905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151406332491956754" border="0" /></a>Much fun was had by all, and I got to end the day at the Stitch'n'Bitch!PANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01413962340873589429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10315293.post-20745759316782215022008-01-03T14:13:00.000-08:002008-01-03T14:18:12.458-08:00Actual conversation with 2-year old[Scene: Mom is putting Toddler into his car seat in the van on a very grey, overcast winter day in the Pacific Northwest]<br /><br />Toddler: The moon! I see the moon!<br /><br />Mom: [looking] No, that's the sun.<br /><br />T: The moon! The moon!<br /><br />M: The sun!<br /><br />T: No, the moon, mommy!<br /><br />M: The moon then, if it pleases you.<br /><br />T: [after a pause] The sun.<br /><br />M: Then God be blessed, it is the blessed sun. But sun it is not if you say it is not, and the moon changes even as your mind!<br /><br />T: I change mind.PANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01413962340873589429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10315293.post-56655776217298063442007-12-31T12:23:00.000-08:002007-12-31T16:01:58.208-08:00Scooters and SkatesNTS got a wee leetle scooter for Yule. He rode it around the house, very gingerly, and the first couple of times we took him over to the park he insisted on standing on it and being pushed. He watched me and his older brother ride it a bit, and yesterday something - just- clicked and all of a sudden he was really pushing himself around on it. The video below is from today. We found the razor scooter for NOS at Goodwill yesterday, and you can see how icy it was today when NOS slips in it for a second:<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxFk3G2NZ8qDPPqoCDn5PPUPBs_wWXsHBKGjNwKG5XueXs7-oc0j8PvDeXgqKJcYUBRo-ceKPXbe3A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Another video of the kids at the park today. NOD is wearing the roller skates we found at St. Vinnie's yesterday (Goodwill and St. Vincent's are right next-door to each other, and we were looking for, and found, a snowsuit for NOD).<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyTmmSkQXvqNXBsf1FK2MobcjuKo2WW2k36IZQe7CBr1CVvZFtiMs5vDr70h3DpRP6LzVjIg9hT-AM' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Notice the trick dismount from NOS. Also, the ever-present gum. Ah, eleven...<br /><br />Also, at the end of that video you can see NTS mired in the grass and trying to turn his scooter around. About an hour after I took this video, he figured out how to turn the scooter so he can actually go around corners, now.<br /><br />It never got above 30 degrees F, today, and GRAY!PANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01413962340873589429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10315293.post-90118644817808985322007-12-25T13:41:00.000-08:002007-12-25T13:45:51.626-08:00White ChristmasWe did get a white Christmas. We had to hike up to the top of Spencer Butte to get it, but we got to the top and it started to snow, and it snowed on us all the way back down to the parking lot. <br /><br />I really wish we had remembered to bring the camera, because it would have been great to post a heart-stopping video of NTS vaulting down the rocky trail in his free-fall "Hi! Catch me!" style. He had a blast. Had his older brother worried, of all people. <br /><br />NOS: "Now DON'T JUMP!"<br />NTS: "Hee hee!" [Jumps off rock in general direction of older brother]<br /><br />Everybody made it back down in one piece, and once we got the mud cleaned off we found that we did indeed leave with the ones we came with.PANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01413962340873589429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10315293.post-33504427048049199342007-12-25T09:02:00.000-08:002007-12-25T09:39:35.753-08:00Tidings of comfort and joyThe swag today included a big box of dress-up clothes from Godparents.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitwVh4uQL4_aj-sxJPM97nLOp69Ea9o1SnibLohkJC6XiiqmCYKwOwKB-VyQd1MGotcBuykfcCBz4CFPakirY65nuxuZV4lqHaPtRzhutud-K2j8bliLcavGdtvreLHZo0vZUWeg/s1600-h/DSC01887.JPG"> <img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitwVh4uQL4_aj-sxJPM97nLOp69Ea9o1SnibLohkJC6XiiqmCYKwOwKB-VyQd1MGotcBuykfcCBz4CFPakirY65nuxuZV4lqHaPtRzhutud-K2j8bliLcavGdtvreLHZo0vZUWeg/s320/DSC01887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147958040688951714" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwXycmCw3QQgU8FFV67lxtwgQtzqLUBraBaQu3t-833jOmNrLBKsTRf61bCZy50vIzp_Wn2XfzjTNRab__lctfc2NhQEM_YcAFxh6soGIMWpxoOptOeJrSg4ygD16k887N5cbx1w/s1600-h/DSC01888.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwXycmCw3QQgU8FFV67lxtwgQtzqLUBraBaQu3t-833jOmNrLBKsTRf61bCZy50vIzp_Wn2XfzjTNRab__lctfc2NhQEM_YcAFxh6soGIMWpxoOptOeJrSg4ygD16k887N5cbx1w/s320/DSC01888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147958049278886322" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvwaMGNre8HIFyibSCIuOZaQw0X1fMc0107OJcGER5hg8ZhnYFyZ3CiycJl1QXbJApKS6zZMZ-2t9wv4aS1hhSZJTAGvstPfaGiNoJCGngsD-R-TgMlCUW8nbjDmhmtR1JjeZMbw/s1600-h/DSC01890.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvwaMGNre8HIFyibSCIuOZaQw0X1fMc0107OJcGER5hg8ZhnYFyZ3CiycJl1QXbJApKS6zZMZ-2t9wv4aS1hhSZJTAGvstPfaGiNoJCGngsD-R-TgMlCUW8nbjDmhmtR1JjeZMbw/s320/DSC01890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147958057868820930" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqsVBZcI5hVON7ZVQ_iZSxogJA5_IEcrwZASN7VXQKu7kYAgK0Li_P3CTFacM4CUZ2nUAlyY6P5vNDyiejz5iO49GIfQR_zd-5DvJt1OmNWxD536Bl7vMdKTnzMO-UDuLWcgrSWA/s1600-h/DSC01892.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqsVBZcI5hVON7ZVQ_iZSxogJA5_IEcrwZASN7VXQKu7kYAgK0Li_P3CTFacM4CUZ2nUAlyY6P5vNDyiejz5iO49GIfQR_zd-5DvJt1OmNWxD536Bl7vMdKTnzMO-UDuLWcgrSWA/s320/DSC01892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147958062163788242" border="0" /></a><br />NTS got a packet of M&M's, mostly because there was a cute train on the top. Oops, he spilled them. Got them all cleaned up, though.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg6u1KeKTPLdo-QqKz0wS0bPWkrZS6Iy4CXcMKnPywL8NUGL7c6ewp-H3ETKMh0czLOeXK9yt5Tihewx9oVaEf8FEvfrnm63MNfRSRpE6mAVPT7AU7hqCEmvYWYy9kGhUir6Aarw/s1600-h/DSC01904.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg6u1KeKTPLdo-QqKz0wS0bPWkrZS6Iy4CXcMKnPywL8NUGL7c6ewp-H3ETKMh0czLOeXK9yt5Tihewx9oVaEf8FEvfrnm63MNfRSRpE6mAVPT7AU7hqCEmvYWYy9kGhUir6Aarw/s320/DSC01904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147958066458755554" border="0" /></a>We're working on having his extra feline head removed surgically, sometime after the holidays are over.PANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01413962340873589429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10315293.post-51352534049162735912007-12-25T06:56:00.000-08:002007-12-25T06:57:29.300-08:00The Season of the Reason"I'm so worried about being mental that I'm mental!"<br /><br />"Uh-huh..."<br /><br />"Isn't that mental?"<br /><br />"Ummmm....."PANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01413962340873589429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10315293.post-37478653476760534442007-12-20T19:29:00.000-08:002007-12-20T19:32:40.503-08:00Shameless Defective Yeti referral<a href="http://www.defectiveyeti.com/archives/002391.html#comments">The Scene You Hate</a>.<br /><br />Read through all the comments. It'll take a while, but they remind me of why I don't watch that many movies.<br /><br />Please note: if you are easily offended, I invite you to never, ever, click on anything linkable I post on my blog.PANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01413962340873589429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10315293.post-59124739508957802452007-12-17T18:15:00.000-08:002007-12-17T18:19:41.345-08:00Why do people bother buying toys for kids, part 14When just a table and a window will suffice?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdrijyowZJkdyzfj6BPvjOklvepLCO9y_-8_Affk9qd7p8ri6Q5OOaJuCg-I2In6BYV7n18tGfHpbgy-EtH8k2stAaNZhPHntnNmi1-M65illU1o4ozrX7R2DKGEVmA5E-BNgl3g/s1600-h/DSC01886.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdrijyowZJkdyzfj6BPvjOklvepLCO9y_-8_Affk9qd7p8ri6Q5OOaJuCg-I2In6BYV7n18tGfHpbgy-EtH8k2stAaNZhPHntnNmi1-M65illU1o4ozrX7R2DKGEVmA5E-BNgl3g/s320/DSC01886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145131247435748546" border="0" /></a><br />[Disclaimer: He got up there with *no* help at all]<br /><br />We think we have a future Parkour hobbyist on our hands. His other favorite thing to to is to stand on the arms of the computer chair, one foot on each arm, behind whomever is at the computer.PANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01413962340873589429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10315293.post-19752807428037516542007-12-11T09:21:00.000-08:002007-12-11T09:22:52.136-08:00Boil that cabbage downHome again for one final (I hope) day of recovery from this flu. I worked yesterday but it was a really bad idea.<br /><br />Some vintage Smothers Brothers, my favorite:<br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NIfl2o44zb0&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NIfl2o44zb0&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>PANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01413962340873589429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10315293.post-24216125608265580482007-12-09T07:21:00.000-08:002007-12-09T07:22:32.551-08:00Influenza, part 2Just switch the genders for our household:<br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rXLHWmjA5IE&rel=1&border=0"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rXLHWmjA5IE&rel=1&border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object>PANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01413962340873589429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10315293.post-36163124505264846792007-12-09T04:51:00.000-08:002007-12-09T05:52:04.810-08:00InfluenzaAfter having two bereavement days off for the funeral and related travel, I worked two whole days before becoming too sick to go in on Friday. So I spent Friday curled up in The Big Chair, draped in various children, but Friday night was when the fever came on. So there I was all Friday night, with the two sleeping children, alternating between puking and writhing around in some sort of delirium which had something to do with congruent triangles. Saturday morning I found that my eyes were burning up and I could feel both entire eyeballs inside my head since they were so hot. I slept all day, and the fever finally broke in the evening and I was able to eat a bowl of oatmeal. Another night with slightly less writhing but just as much head-pounding, getting up every few hours to down some Tylenol, until early this morning when I decided I was recovered enough to take a couple of Excedrin Migraine to take care of the pounding head. So now, no fever, no headache, but I'm AWAKE and actually starting to feel hungry. This means I'm going to live.<br /><br />Speaking of which, I have a picture to share from the past weekend's trip to SLC for the funeral. It was the first time since 2000 that all my husband's siblings were together:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtDMdXIvmAKzfckoSSH6xZsmC67YQlW1dfzUdetRGMw_iOx-afZN0cAU7zn14IaO4Ar4XRn7ga1HUuF0eRySZNeD_Lqsx04IeqqVhMIiAQmakFlzCHsYZ0oNNu4YVV8CqGscYatA/s1600-h/DSC01867.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtDMdXIvmAKzfckoSSH6xZsmC67YQlW1dfzUdetRGMw_iOx-afZN0cAU7zn14IaO4Ar4XRn7ga1HUuF0eRySZNeD_Lqsx04IeqqVhMIiAQmakFlzCHsYZ0oNNu4YVV8CqGscYatA/s320/DSC01867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141966507614459842" border="0" /></a>What's funny is that the last time they were all together, Teresa was pregnant then, too. That baby will be born later this week, so stay tuned. My kids also got to play with seven of their 13 (soon to be 14!) cousins.<br /><br />I just love that picture. I wish we could be together more often.PANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01413962340873589429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10315293.post-64421301319344404412007-12-07T08:57:00.000-08:002007-12-07T10:44:23.840-08:00Tagged by Elisa<span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">I hate these things.<br /><br />5 Things I was doing 10 years ago:<br /></span><ol><li>Attending UCSC.</li><li>Living in Santa Cruz.</li><li>Going Lindy Hop dancing as much as possible (<a href="http://www.lindyinthepark.com/">Lindy in the Park</a> was only 1 year old!)</li><li>Ending a misguided long-distance relationship with a depressed bipolar individual.</li><li>Math. Lots of math.<br /></li></ol> <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">5 Things on my to-do list today:<br /></span><ol><li>Sit and be sick.</li><li>Watch movies.</li><li>Grade Geometry tests.</li><li>Sit and be sick.</li><li>Eat popcorn.<br /></li></ol><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">5 Snacks I enjoy:<br /></span><ol><li>Popcorn with butter and parmesan cheese.</li><li>Tortilla chips and cheese</li><li>Quesadillas</li><li>Cheese.</li><li>Cheese.</li></ol><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">5 Songs I know the lyrics to:<br /></span><ol><li>Violent Femmes's first album (that's a generational thing)</li><li>Poisoning Pigeons in the Park</li><li>Hot Rocks Polka (Al Yankovic)</li><li>Sunday in the Park with George</li><li>In My Merry Oldsmobile<br /></li></ol> <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">5 Things I would do if I was a millionaire:<br /></span><ol><li>Remodel the house (this from my House Bean).</li><li>Buy a better bicycle.</li><li>Buy the house next door and remodel it.</li><li>Plant a bunch of fruit trees.</li><li>Get our backyard landscaped, patio in the back.<br /></li></ol> <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">5 Bad Habits:<br /></span><ol><li>I don't call people.</li><li>I don't like to answer the phone.</li><li>I'm not good at finishing things.</li><li>Getting angry.</li><li>Not mentionable here.<br /></li></ol> <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">5 Things I'd never wear again:<br /></span><ol><li>Big plastic glasses.</li><li>Spike heels.</li><li>Miniskirts.</li><li>Anything tight.</li><li>Underwire bra.<br /></li></ol> <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">5 Things I like to do:<br /></span><ol><li>Sleep.</li><li>Sit Zazen.</li><li>Eat.</li><li>Drink tea.</li><li>Pee. <br /></li></ol>(All of the above from my daughter)<p><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">5 Favorite Toys:</span><br /></p><ol><li>My computer.</li><li>My sewing machine.</li><li>The stuffed rocking tiger.</li><li>Digging fork.</li><li>Sparkly lights for my bike.<br /></li></ol><p><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">5 People I tag:</span><br /></p><ol><li>Barack Obama</li><li>Hillary Clinton</li><li>Mike Huckabee</li><li>Bruce Willis</li><li>Sandra Bernhardt</li></ol>PANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01413962340873589429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10315293.post-34950148195867969062007-12-05T10:53:00.000-08:002007-12-05T10:58:36.189-08:00Alfred C. NielsenI have many thoughts from the last several days. Many of them I'm sure I won't have the time or the eloquence to record. <a href="http://www.legacy.com/saltlaketribune/Obituaries.asp?Page=LifeStory&PersonID=98868976">The Salt Lake Tribune Obituary Notice for Alfred Carl Nielsen.</a><br /><br />Thank you, Grandpa Nielsen, for being part of my life and for welcoming me so warmly and lovingly into your family. Thank you for giving your blessing to my son, William Charles. Thank you for all you did for the people in your life. I love you and miss you.PANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01413962340873589429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10315293.post-4451207347615161872007-11-26T18:53:00.000-08:002007-11-26T18:56:04.172-08:00Thanksgiving dinner, days 2 - 5Day 2: Leftovers heated in the microwave.<br /><br />Day 3: Turkey & pumpkin soup with rice<br /><br />Day 4: Biscuits with Turkey and Turkey Gravy<br /><br />Day 5: Turkey noodles with cream sauce<br /><br />Coming soon...Days 6 - 10!PANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01413962340873589429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10315293.post-71143396550126768452007-11-25T12:24:00.001-08:002007-11-25T12:29:40.182-08:00November treesSome visions of late November, Oregon style. This stand of trees is in a wetland next to the bike path, and I pass by it every day:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikCTIOimlIjnPsLb0wy4526FYE0eWt-q7uV7k3ybEbWlh6WiqPsS2Ohjl_5uSgjte3BVs8knP9nZlVFWzd-qrlqL8rT7UrD3_4tOdQyDf4RrtwVzgFKydgtAbg_NDVIXO0SXBwqw/s1600-h/DSC01854.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikCTIOimlIjnPsLb0wy4526FYE0eWt-q7uV7k3ybEbWlh6WiqPsS2Ohjl_5uSgjte3BVs8knP9nZlVFWzd-qrlqL8rT7UrD3_4tOdQyDf4RrtwVzgFKydgtAbg_NDVIXO0SXBwqw/s320/DSC01854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136877050086317794" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGxBM5x_xbFbm2VVy8Sxdg_TE9q_5qthVfvUJD4G_wjOZavPNogz5DUqUnUUJ23CM32DCUE1DqIC27u69bfQbYihHadSyErvHIlW5w0s3beUgeyAxhF9QAmV_STDwuGPfcEskcXg/s1600-h/DSC01853.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGxBM5x_xbFbm2VVy8Sxdg_TE9q_5qthVfvUJD4G_wjOZavPNogz5DUqUnUUJ23CM32DCUE1DqIC27u69bfQbYihHadSyErvHIlW5w0s3beUgeyAxhF9QAmV_STDwuGPfcEskcXg/s320/DSC01853.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136877067266186994" border="0" /></a>Looking west down the bike path. My neighborhood is on the other side of those trees.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Rvh_2-TFK5JFoRQ0zImHVY3ITPl2OGuepdBURx85FGV0FpBqSVqwukEkXE4KDWIanQHM_VxAActeZlBoR93zK2VX7ySljMobkSH-CiHIEGBHqKuIJ2DH3ahKLybaaIbWAmXm3w/s1600-h/DSC01855.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Rvh_2-TFK5JFoRQ0zImHVY3ITPl2OGuepdBURx85FGV0FpBqSVqwukEkXE4KDWIanQHM_VxAActeZlBoR93zK2VX7ySljMobkSH-CiHIEGBHqKuIJ2DH3ahKLybaaIbWAmXm3w/s320/DSC01855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136877075856121602" border="0" /></a>PANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01413962340873589429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10315293.post-36220436868176936682007-11-25T07:59:00.001-08:002007-11-25T08:06:11.499-08:00Why do people bother buying toys for kids, part 13I came back in from the garage this morning, and this is what I saw...I swear, he does these things by himself!<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwO3ps_nlABjDLg48EsvQlgX3ckHvtrAxtys0jBDNocGf-rslw6Qm3PbvNjXuJBGA-SDuJhxR92XuM' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>PANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01413962340873589429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10315293.post-54229728892813266812007-11-23T16:26:00.000-08:002007-11-23T16:50:17.444-08:00Day after Thanksgiving beach tripWe packed up the kids and headed for the coast this morning. I was chomping at the bit to go at 6am, we didn't wind up on the road until 9am. We drove out to Heceta Head:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5du_Td4ssDFkl8xTmQOp2WMtTz5Of990LAu42vJVV_w0g1ZL59lvvh-OAGL042ufKUS5MNgPd_wOkN3USkwouwfPu3fqkaHzrJj672ODS4SErhuQNiIiq6Daf4Safq5HQGwcFMg/s1600-h/DSC01839.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5du_Td4ssDFkl8xTmQOp2WMtTz5Of990LAu42vJVV_w0g1ZL59lvvh-OAGL042ufKUS5MNgPd_wOkN3USkwouwfPu3fqkaHzrJj672ODS4SErhuQNiIiq6Daf4Safq5HQGwcFMg/s320/DSC01839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136198187555511954" border="0" /></a>Took a tour into the lighthouse:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivI1A5xUuq9HLp7kzDMHwGUqiO7QZQZzTgBsyHVwXRQLYYXlHxFAYnCMYbN_PbTzHNGbPAQXZ_WM5WJlITYSlDJ0TtVGoWdyXsb-u94za_UHTY8jp8NvOCBsSwjeUex47UdBVytQ/s1600-h/DSC01842.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivI1A5xUuq9HLp7kzDMHwGUqiO7QZQZzTgBsyHVwXRQLYYXlHxFAYnCMYbN_PbTzHNGbPAQXZ_WM5WJlITYSlDJ0TtVGoWdyXsb-u94za_UHTY8jp8NvOCBsSwjeUex47UdBVytQ/s320/DSC01842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136198230505184930" border="0" /></a><br />It was an amazing crystal clear day. It was extremely frosty at home when we left, but the coast was warm and sunny for a change. The cove at Heceta Head is sheltered from the wind and it was beautiful.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigIZ_7_Sp-kblDIC-GCa6goAN3-Q5RhCV_RvXTKCfkN1AeNHJ-8o4XBvuGi8BvfBzZpK4h8ZpO_a2TRTyfIl3Fk_91_7AP3cq0t7eFswC7H6nQv-VRRmlxchvCAHcydHcdw7BW8w/s1600-h/DSC01847.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigIZ_7_Sp-kblDIC-GCa6goAN3-Q5RhCV_RvXTKCfkN1AeNHJ-8o4XBvuGi8BvfBzZpK4h8ZpO_a2TRTyfIl3Fk_91_7AP3cq0t7eFswC7H6nQv-VRRmlxchvCAHcydHcdw7BW8w/s320/DSC01847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136198239095119538" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgClFVxdeQ8DnrbOXi_3Kt1SKm1HGll499STIGDwDLyotgzTLK5F2ZH9F5ASkc7nGgLTrpfCzYGM-DJBXmdFgRcaixRFpOjUCmt1PmP3tXKpOy1ZZorupOk5hdw6G9LE3u4bY3AOA/s1600-h/DSC01849.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgClFVxdeQ8DnrbOXi_3Kt1SKm1HGll499STIGDwDLyotgzTLK5F2ZH9F5ASkc7nGgLTrpfCzYGM-DJBXmdFgRcaixRFpOjUCmt1PmP3tXKpOy1ZZorupOk5hdw6G9LE3u4bY3AOA/s320/DSC01849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136198294929694402" border="0" /></a>After the beach we stopped in Florence for supplies:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRBe_3XMXuePvRPLAgZbwzB_F9R6nsNYFyrNprq0tzrXfN6P_PNcslRqHOsHfvawUCU2YZpH6BLGhQ9JzNvrqGOWYr4XxxlISQg-k4ZNvr8E4B6VF5mTK9NBdOq2I3J_jGnBd0iw/s1600-h/DSC01851.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRBe_3XMXuePvRPLAgZbwzB_F9R6nsNYFyrNprq0tzrXfN6P_PNcslRqHOsHfvawUCU2YZpH6BLGhQ9JzNvrqGOWYr4XxxlISQg-k4ZNvr8E4B6VF5mTK9NBdOq2I3J_jGnBd0iw/s320/DSC01851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136198316404530898" border="0" /></a><br />On a side note, thanks to The Reluctant Blogger I've discovered <a href="http://www.pandora.com">Pandora Radio</a>. The links to my stations are in the sidebar over there. Also <a href="http://www.freerice.com">FreeRice</a>.PANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01413962340873589429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10315293.post-75679401999054481642007-11-22T08:16:00.000-08:002007-11-22T08:26:51.876-08:00First Fall Hard Frost27 degrees this morning.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJxg5R1CNKQ5CAnXE-I7yXHKM4VhCOfNwYySvFECRQ8Ky_hN90EEPVuf_9bHDN4FY_9o4rq5BWIXJryZWOM0PSz8D_Vuoq-CgtOEfAoUdqn7CtisuwyhSoqoHSb8mUKrfd7BgCNQ/s1600-h/DSC01829.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJxg5R1CNKQ5CAnXE-I7yXHKM4VhCOfNwYySvFECRQ8Ky_hN90EEPVuf_9bHDN4FY_9o4rq5BWIXJryZWOM0PSz8D_Vuoq-CgtOEfAoUdqn7CtisuwyhSoqoHSb8mUKrfd7BgCNQ/s320/DSC01829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135700302295881842" border="0" /></a><br />The frost on the peas was lovely:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggiUDWPXQM0sks3KBIZqrnezD0m5BZ8qp4uLgswXsEK9aFGnr9sct_Q9bmLpyPsFkuuUOMpI2X28u8IXZIPIBvGoDPj_YYVr6mu9LSppHeT_tQnZtQ9HCApxbTv0S9fp0eFSRoMQ/s1600-h/DSC01830.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggiUDWPXQM0sks3KBIZqrnezD0m5BZ8qp4uLgswXsEK9aFGnr9sct_Q9bmLpyPsFkuuUOMpI2X28u8IXZIPIBvGoDPj_YYVr6mu9LSppHeT_tQnZtQ9HCApxbTv0S9fp0eFSRoMQ/s320/DSC01830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135700315180783746" border="0" /></a>Garlic sprouting through the frosty hay:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTf3Zc4wXGsZOVZedmcT_6wYDN26y_Xz0lIavMYEnBoO4v60XyPRd-G252evkKWIg8ujwU-P14AKHME8A4wbIhaVD5nq3eZizUhtEOm4uYsx9E9x8ZeEsqitR27X25vnqOcXPt0w/s1600-h/DSC01831.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTf3Zc4wXGsZOVZedmcT_6wYDN26y_Xz0lIavMYEnBoO4v60XyPRd-G252evkKWIg8ujwU-P14AKHME8A4wbIhaVD5nq3eZizUhtEOm4uYsx9E9x8ZeEsqitR27X25vnqOcXPt0w/s320/DSC01831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135701315908163730" border="0" /></a><br />And finally, I think it's curtains for this summer's marigolds:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigLVlFMamppVuQL5y334yxVz5RNtA7Up2qUd786uWKlV8r-f58Zfh8en33dS8nBLybaoh9AfncnotTCNgnzsm2dX73YTAtp2L1drCcb7BECK4TFTAw2vv-7E6iSdkbWCK2WQsGhA/s1600-h/DSC01837.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigLVlFMamppVuQL5y334yxVz5RNtA7Up2qUd786uWKlV8r-f58Zfh8en33dS8nBLybaoh9AfncnotTCNgnzsm2dX73YTAtp2L1drCcb7BECK4TFTAw2vv-7E6iSdkbWCK2WQsGhA/s320/DSC01837.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135701328793065634" border="0" /></a>PANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01413962340873589429noreply@blogger.com