<?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-8479129384799553111</id><updated>2011-07-08T11:46:38.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, myself and I</title><subtitle type='html'>A celebration of me, my friends, my life and all things about me.  psssst (I am trying to like myself.)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Willhum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05625848593934181286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cUnHJjVOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qVqZ1htSVqg/S220/Tunnel11.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479129384799553111.post-6176816796657040071</id><published>2009-06-20T09:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T09:06:47.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ESl Academy Day 5</title><content type='html'>These are left clothes from numerous vistors over the summer at the pool.  It is kind of like an abandoned pet or friend.  It is sad.  I feel a little sorry, especially for the one sock.  All just waiting to be picked up.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SjzsjfnmquI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Tg_-Ra3fG8E/s1600-h/IMG_1822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SjzsjfnmquI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Tg_-Ra3fG8E/s200/IMG_1822.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349410551936494306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SjzsjOeIpVI/AAAAAAAAAlg/e4ERxkP2hfw/s1600-h/IMG_1821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SjzsjOeIpVI/AAAAAAAAAlg/e4ERxkP2hfw/s200/IMG_1821.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349410547333375314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sjzsi90qslI/AAAAAAAAAlY/HzIfCsupij8/s1600-h/IMG_1816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sjzsi90qslI/AAAAAAAAAlY/HzIfCsupij8/s200/IMG_1816.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349410542864478802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SjzsMg-wy8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/d91bHE35c08/s1600-h/IMG_1805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SjzsMg-wy8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/d91bHE35c08/s200/IMG_1805.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349410157165071298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain is really tired.  These 12 hour classes are beginning to wear me down, but I have to hang in there.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SjzsMUdww3I/AAAAAAAAAlI/x2Ctxr9wtRo/s1600-h/IMG_1793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 86px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SjzsMUdww3I/AAAAAAAAAlI/x2Ctxr9wtRo/s200/IMG_1793.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349410153805431666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479129384799553111-6176816796657040071?l=willandbryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/feeds/6176816796657040071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479129384799553111&amp;postID=6176816796657040071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/6176816796657040071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/6176816796657040071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/2009/06/esl-academy-day-5.html' title='ESl Academy Day 5'/><author><name>Willhum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05625848593934181286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cUnHJjVOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qVqZ1htSVqg/S220/Tunnel11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SjzsjfnmquI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Tg_-Ra3fG8E/s72-c/IMG_1822.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479129384799553111.post-7930484494682722390</id><published>2009-06-16T12:52:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T13:06:27.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ESL Academy Evokes Memories of 4H</title><content type='html'>I am spending the next 13 days at the ESL Academy.  The in-service is being held at the C. A. Vines 4H Center.  I spent many, many summers at the Center through 4H.  It holds many fond and warm memories of a time that is simpler and actually better.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SjfdZjRhmJI/AAAAAAAAAlA/_pWYZRu3oUQ/s1600-h/IMG_1785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SjfdZjRhmJI/AAAAAAAAAlA/_pWYZRu3oUQ/s200/IMG_1785.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347986513560967314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These birds used to wake us up when we stayed at the rooms at the center.  They always put their nest in the windows and they always chirped.  I did notice that the upper rooms no longer have the balconies, I guess all those times we slipped down the back was probably a bad thing.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SjfdZfrtvpI/AAAAAAAAAk4/dJpi4UiD96I/s1600-h/IMG_1770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SjfdZfrtvpI/AAAAAAAAAk4/dJpi4UiD96I/s200/IMG_1770.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347986512597073554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SjfdYxM8I6I/AAAAAAAAAkw/63l72yh_WlY/s1600-h/IMG_1762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SjfdYxM8I6I/AAAAAAAAAkw/63l72yh_WlY/s200/IMG_1762.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347986500119962530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worm on concrete.  Poetic and yet perilous.  I did save it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SjfdGHG4hVI/AAAAAAAAAko/-ntASfopmTA/s1600-h/IMG_1778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SjfdGHG4hVI/AAAAAAAAAko/-ntASfopmTA/s200/IMG_1778.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347986179582625106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I followed this guy/girl around for 15 minutes waiting for him to sit down.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SjfdFzHmBZI/AAAAAAAAAkg/U6KCiCo4L-0/s1600-h/IMG_1784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SjfdFzHmBZI/AAAAAAAAAkg/U6KCiCo4L-0/s200/IMG_1784.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347986174216897938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sjfc7PHn4CI/AAAAAAAAAkY/Au3T1AjhNQE/s1600-h/IMG_1772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sjfc7PHn4CI/AAAAAAAAAkY/Au3T1AjhNQE/s200/IMG_1772.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347985992754651170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky to be there when this counselor caught this large mouth bass.  He threw it back.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sjfc639JgKI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/PSBeSN38NQg/s1600-h/IMG_1771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sjfc639JgKI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/PSBeSN38NQg/s200/IMG_1771.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347985986536702114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my most favorite pictures I have taken to this date.  The lines, the light, the softness and the warmth...it moves me.  Gives me hope that the world can be and will be a better place full of people who are caring...beyond their own selfish needs and opinions.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SjfckJWr1ZI/AAAAAAAAAkI/XhmU4L1wC5Y/s1600-h/IMG_1786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SjfckJWr1ZI/AAAAAAAAAkI/XhmU4L1wC5Y/s200/IMG_1786.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347985596070221202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the place where I kissed my first girl.  I ended up making out with her brother a year later.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sjfcj12Wz1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/U5D6Mt770yU/s1600-h/IMG_1768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sjfcj12Wz1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/U5D6Mt770yU/s200/IMG_1768.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347985590834351954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SjfcZROzySI/AAAAAAAAAj4/cDmBncpVxv8/s1600-h/IMG_1765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 173px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SjfcZROzySI/AAAAAAAAAj4/cDmBncpVxv8/s200/IMG_1765.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347985409206110498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SjfcZIYQMlI/AAAAAAAAAjw/iFaHfQren2M/s1600-h/IMG_1753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SjfcZIYQMlI/AAAAAAAAAjw/iFaHfQren2M/s200/IMG_1753.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347985406829802066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if these halls could talk.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SjfcQBDJ7VI/AAAAAAAAAjo/W17NtRnMIMI/s1600-h/IMG_1749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SjfcQBDJ7VI/AAAAAAAAAjo/W17NtRnMIMI/s200/IMG_1749.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347985250243439954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SjfcP99NPhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5FG2zZ_OSC4/s1600-h/IMG_1748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SjfcP99NPhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/5FG2zZ_OSC4/s200/IMG_1748.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347985249413185042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479129384799553111-7930484494682722390?l=willandbryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/feeds/7930484494682722390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479129384799553111&amp;postID=7930484494682722390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/7930484494682722390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/7930484494682722390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/2009/06/esl-academy-evokes-memories-of-4h.html' title='ESL Academy Evokes Memories of 4H'/><author><name>Willhum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05625848593934181286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cUnHJjVOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qVqZ1htSVqg/S220/Tunnel11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SjfdZjRhmJI/AAAAAAAAAlA/_pWYZRu3oUQ/s72-c/IMG_1785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479129384799553111.post-4980260729898150961</id><published>2009-05-25T18:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T18:17:14.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A few pictures here and there</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Shsl5J9xHVI/AAAAAAAAAjY/ORQmay1TFnE/s1600-h/IMG_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Shsl5J9xHVI/AAAAAAAAAjY/ORQmay1TFnE/s200/IMG_0101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339903447035616594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the picture above.  Just something about the thought of it made me feel small and yet poetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Shsl5O3Xj-I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/sDoVpVChfI0/s1600-h/IMG_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Shsl5O3Xj-I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/sDoVpVChfI0/s200/IMG_0108.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339903448350953442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Delicious my new rescue.  She is a long-hair guinea pig and I just love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Shsl4574hRI/AAAAAAAAAjI/NUePDnpFliE/s1600-h/IMG_0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Shsl4574hRI/AAAAAAAAAjI/NUePDnpFliE/s200/IMG_0119.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339903442732746002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sinbad is getting older.  He is sleeping here and we have a heat pad on his back.  The arthiritis is hard on him, especially when he gets up and down.  We have him on meds but it doesn't seem to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Shsl4hcM8nI/AAAAAAAAAjA/W-PcbLVy1d4/s1600-h/IMG_0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Shsl4hcM8nI/AAAAAAAAAjA/W-PcbLVy1d4/s200/IMG_0111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339903436157416050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man if I had a a  book about the relationship between these two.  Two of the most important people in my life and they are just alike in so many ways that they can't get along.  You should have been in NYC.  Thank God they weren't there togther that much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a good day.  Now that I am finished with college unitl August, I have some free time.  I tell you it feels good not to have a paper due or something else.  A lot has happened since NYC but this is not the place to discuss it.  My birthday was cool.  I got to eat at Capers and then the next day I had mimosa and brunch at Loca Luna.  I have the greatest boss.  Her husband and she bought the whole meal.  I got to meet her brother and his firend.  It was really nice.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479129384799553111-4980260729898150961?l=willandbryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/feeds/4980260729898150961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479129384799553111&amp;postID=4980260729898150961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/4980260729898150961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/4980260729898150961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/2009/05/few-pictures-here-and-there.html' title='A few pictures here and there'/><author><name>Willhum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05625848593934181286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cUnHJjVOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qVqZ1htSVqg/S220/Tunnel11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Shsl5J9xHVI/AAAAAAAAAjY/ORQmay1TFnE/s72-c/IMG_0101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479129384799553111.post-1038206074963350788</id><published>2009-05-16T15:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T15:44:07.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC Day Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sg8lEJCw-dI/AAAAAAAAAi4/KWrlcvJoSEQ/s1600-h/IMG_1746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sg8lEJCw-dI/AAAAAAAAAi4/KWrlcvJoSEQ/s200/IMG_1746.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336524836534548946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day 5 is over and I am home.  I am wore the heck out.  I am so exhausted.  Below you will see Ellen and Bryan getting along and loving each other.  I miss NYC already but I am also glad to be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sg8lD8NZbZI/AAAAAAAAAiw/v8uHdmzurTM/s1600-h/IMG_1744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sg8lD8NZbZI/AAAAAAAAAiw/v8uHdmzurTM/s200/IMG_1744.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336524833089482130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sg8kz2SHA5I/AAAAAAAAAio/c567FP4RAcA/s1600-h/IMG_1725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sg8kz2SHA5I/AAAAAAAAAio/c567FP4RAcA/s200/IMG_1725.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336524556620727186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sg8kzrnHQXI/AAAAAAAAAig/bCpmiIOlzQY/s1600-h/IMG_1715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sg8kzrnHQXI/AAAAAAAAAig/bCpmiIOlzQY/s200/IMG_1715.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336524553756033394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479129384799553111-1038206074963350788?l=willandbryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/feeds/1038206074963350788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479129384799553111&amp;postID=1038206074963350788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/1038206074963350788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/1038206074963350788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/2009/05/nyc-day-five.html' title='NYC Day Five'/><author><name>Willhum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05625848593934181286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cUnHJjVOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qVqZ1htSVqg/S220/Tunnel11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sg8lEJCw-dI/AAAAAAAAAi4/KWrlcvJoSEQ/s72-c/IMG_1746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479129384799553111.post-651624928572710042</id><published>2009-05-16T15:26:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T15:38:59.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC Day Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sg8kJURqyWI/AAAAAAAAAiY/BuG19GzL1qY/s1600-h/IMG_1688.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 200px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sg8kJURqyWI/AAAAAAAAAiY/BuG19GzL1qY/s200/IMG_1688.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336523825937566050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sg8jwqLzJAI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/3_OVWBlwzvI/s1600-h/IMG_1702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sg8jwqLzJAI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/3_OVWBlwzvI/s200/IMG_1702.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336523402321798146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really enjoyed the John Lennon Memorial.  I met the Mayor of Strawberry Fields, too.  He takes care of the memorial every day.  I love Central Park.  If I lived there, it would be the place I visited every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sg8jweJwkCI/AAAAAAAAAiI/uz1AkzH4vAc/s1600-h/IMG_1676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sg8jweJwkCI/AAAAAAAAAiI/uz1AkzH4vAc/s200/IMG_1676.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336523399092015138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sg8id0estWI/AAAAAAAAAiA/gwi1oEJv1sA/s1600-h/IMG_1712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sg8id0estWI/AAAAAAAAAiA/gwi1oEJv1sA/s200/IMG_1712.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336521979156280674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was a very cool memorial for the eleven victims in the American Express office that died during 9/11.  The crystal is supported over a shallow pool by eleven wires.  At the top there are eleven holes that drip into the pool.  It is called the Tear Pool.  It is very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sg8idjn1LNI/AAAAAAAAAh4/kjZN60L2poI/s1600-h/IMG_1654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sg8idjn1LNI/AAAAAAAAAh4/kjZN60L2poI/s200/IMG_1654.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336521974631181522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sg8iRx_zfWI/AAAAAAAAAhw/ebeEr-tIRMs/s1600-h/IMG_1646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sg8iRx_zfWI/AAAAAAAAAhw/ebeEr-tIRMs/s200/IMG_1646.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336521772331400546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sg8h4WIirBI/AAAAAAAAAho/3f6Fc2faCrk/s1600-h/IMG_1631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sg8h4WIirBI/AAAAAAAAAho/3f6Fc2faCrk/s200/IMG_1631.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336521335355124754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I am getting tired now.  I am beginning to wear down, but I can't stop because I only have one day left.  But I hate to admit that I am ready to go home and see my babies.  The Museum of Natural History was cool, however, I think that the judges are really really rude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479129384799553111-651624928572710042?l=willandbryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/feeds/651624928572710042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479129384799553111&amp;postID=651624928572710042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/651624928572710042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/651624928572710042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/2009/05/nyc-day-four.html' title='NYC Day Four'/><author><name>Willhum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05625848593934181286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cUnHJjVOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qVqZ1htSVqg/S220/Tunnel11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sg8kJURqyWI/AAAAAAAAAiY/BuG19GzL1qY/s72-c/IMG_1688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479129384799553111.post-7317982752227485658</id><published>2009-05-13T23:35:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T23:49:09.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New York City Day Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sguh2hviCoI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZEqRs2XQv7c/s1600-h/IMG_1609.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sguh2hviCoI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZEqRs2XQv7c/s200/IMG_1609.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335536141693225602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sguhi1bzSYI/AAAAAAAAAhY/G_nug4bukwQ/s1600-h/IMG_1622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sguhi1bzSYI/AAAAAAAAAhY/G_nug4bukwQ/s200/IMG_1622.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335535803381795202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sguhiiir1OI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/xV5zx0blz8I/s1600-h/IMG_1627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sguhiiir1OI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/xV5zx0blz8I/s200/IMG_1627.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335535798310393058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SgugVH-QXjI/AAAAAAAAAhI/cAgFIlfqTXI/s1600-h/IMG_1598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SgugVH-QXjI/AAAAAAAAAhI/cAgFIlfqTXI/s200/IMG_1598.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335534468328349234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SgugU3XbUoI/AAAAAAAAAhA/s3zITnkJds8/s1600-h/IMG_1597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SgugU3XbUoI/AAAAAAAAAhA/s3zITnkJds8/s200/IMG_1597.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335534463870521986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sguf_ztPmNI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ivsqPCLz4AE/s1600-h/IMG_1571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sguf_ztPmNI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ivsqPCLz4AE/s200/IMG_1571.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335534102111033554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sguf1UqyBDI/AAAAAAAAAgw/rEg48xurBD0/s1600-h/IMG_1570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sguf1UqyBDI/AAAAAAAAAgw/rEg48xurBD0/s200/IMG_1570.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335533921980515378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was another great day of site seeing and I tell you I didn't know that there were so many cathedrals in NYC.  We had a huge history lesson, too.  Manhattan used to be hilly and it is now flat for all the building.  However, we saw a part that was hilly and it was very reminiscent of San Fransico.  The natives seem to be getting a little restless, too.&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/8479129384799553111-7317982752227485658?l=willandbryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/feeds/7317982752227485658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479129384799553111&amp;postID=7317982752227485658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/7317982752227485658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/7317982752227485658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-york-city-day-three.html' title='New York City Day Three'/><author><name>Willhum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05625848593934181286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cUnHJjVOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qVqZ1htSVqg/S220/Tunnel11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sguh2hviCoI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZEqRs2XQv7c/s72-c/IMG_1609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479129384799553111.post-4238616073855904837</id><published>2009-05-13T23:25:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T23:35:36.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New York City Day Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SgufinJ8NyI/AAAAAAAAAgo/dv9YQDWDJHY/s1600-h/IMG_1561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SgufinJ8NyI/AAAAAAAAAgo/dv9YQDWDJHY/s200/IMG_1561.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335533600525530914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are a lot of cathedrals in NYC.  I did learn the difference between a church and a cathedral.  But now I can't remember.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sgue7ZBt9zI/AAAAAAAAAgg/m8cMlSmfKcI/s1600-h/IMG_1543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sgue7ZBt9zI/AAAAAAAAAgg/m8cMlSmfKcI/s200/IMG_1543.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335532926718048050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sguec2gR26I/AAAAAAAAAgY/gID9_Nr3Mc8/s1600-h/IMG_1503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sguec2gR26I/AAAAAAAAAgY/gID9_Nr3Mc8/s200/IMG_1503.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335532402054912930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SgueRt0rQOI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/vwCfJrcLiN4/s1600-h/IMG_1510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 96px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SgueRt0rQOI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/vwCfJrcLiN4/s200/IMG_1510.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335532210745983202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sgud_jq-wSI/AAAAAAAAAgI/YoMCmK4HJBM/s1600-h/IMG_1478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sgud_jq-wSI/AAAAAAAAAgI/YoMCmK4HJBM/s200/IMG_1478.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335531898783318306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can check of one item on my Bucket List.  I finally got to see the Statue of Liberty, up close and personal and found my family on the heritage wall on Ellis Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sgud0v-6-HI/AAAAAAAAAgA/9Wdo3SJhPMg/s1600-h/IMG_1471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 72px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sgud0v-6-HI/AAAAAAAAAgA/9Wdo3SJhPMg/s200/IMG_1471.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335531713109620850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great day.  I mean it was awesome.  The day was packed with everything and honestly this is a great group of people to be on tour.  We saw and learned a lot and then we had the best Italian food in Little Italy that I have ever eaten.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479129384799553111-4238616073855904837?l=willandbryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/feeds/4238616073855904837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479129384799553111&amp;postID=4238616073855904837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/4238616073855904837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/4238616073855904837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-york-city-day-two.html' title='New York City Day Two'/><author><name>Willhum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05625848593934181286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cUnHJjVOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qVqZ1htSVqg/S220/Tunnel11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SgufinJ8NyI/AAAAAAAAAgo/dv9YQDWDJHY/s72-c/IMG_1561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479129384799553111.post-3021183313063156200</id><published>2009-05-11T22:23:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T05:58:40.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New York City Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SglWCk0TCCI/AAAAAAAAAf4/mhegrvu0iKs/s1600-h/IMG_1443.JPG"&gt;Look at my cutie.  Isn't he handsome.  Ellen looks okay, too.&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SglWCk0TCCI/AAAAAAAAAf4/mhegrvu0iKs/s200/IMG_1443.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334889835839817762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SgjtSH8wc0I/AAAAAAAAAfw/rQs3ea7-MIk/s1600-h/IMG_1396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SgjtSH8wc0I/AAAAAAAAAfw/rQs3ea7-MIk/s200/IMG_1396.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334774654247662402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SgjsiZTTrWI/AAAAAAAAAfo/ofvpLIquPAU/s1600-h/IMG_1406.JPG"&gt;We began our first day at 30 Rock.  I was somewhate amazed at the fact that the show 30 Rock is based on a real place.   I never watched the show so I didn't know.  Having Bryan and Ellen here made the pace of the day go by so easily.  And we have an awesome, awesome tour guide named Kim.  The whole area was cool.  He took us to Grand Central Station for lunch and then we walked forever.  But I loved it.  I could live in this town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SgjsiZTTrWI/AAAAAAAAAfo/ofvpLIquPAU/s200/IMG_1406.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334773834271927650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SgjsiIFHP6I/AAAAAAAAAfg/aT5gE0VrBFA/s1600-h/IMG_1455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SgjsiIFHP6I/AAAAAAAAAfg/aT5gE0VrBFA/s200/IMG_1455.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334773829648990114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SgjshzbkDqI/AAAAAAAAAfY/wZfHYfZQFVk/s1600-h/IMG_1419.JPG"&gt;I paid the money and lit a candle for all my loved ones and friends.&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SgjshzbkDqI/AAAAAAAAAfY/wZfHYfZQFVk/s200/IMG_1419.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334773824106008226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sgjr-wHW6wI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/EoOs9F3Qjes/s1600-h/IMG_1382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Sgjr-wHW6wI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/EoOs9F3Qjes/s200/IMG_1382.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334773221920533250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479129384799553111-3021183313063156200?l=willandbryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/feeds/3021183313063156200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479129384799553111&amp;postID=3021183313063156200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/3021183313063156200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/3021183313063156200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-york-city-day-1.html' title='New York City Day 1'/><author><name>Willhum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05625848593934181286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cUnHJjVOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qVqZ1htSVqg/S220/Tunnel11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SglWCk0TCCI/AAAAAAAAAf4/mhegrvu0iKs/s72-c/IMG_1443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479129384799553111.post-8326971001372179810</id><published>2009-01-03T14:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T14:43:03.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow in the backyard</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday, the storm brought in a rainbow.  It was really close.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SV_NEfpzFRI/AAAAAAAAAek/NPx-cLk5EUM/s1600-h/IMG_0560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287169964656235794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SV_NEfpzFRI/AAAAAAAAAek/NPx-cLk5EUM/s200/IMG_0560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SV_NDjGtT9I/AAAAAAAAAec/qq-5TIMW19Y/s1600-h/IMG_0559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287169948402929618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SV_NDjGtT9I/AAAAAAAAAec/qq-5TIMW19Y/s200/IMG_0559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SV_NDK9vyVI/AAAAAAAAAeU/cJVR_BXfP_o/s1600-h/IMG_0561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287169941922892114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SV_NDK9vyVI/AAAAAAAAAeU/cJVR_BXfP_o/s200/IMG_0561.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/__iolD5gx8F0/SV_NCgjTnQI/AAAAAAAAAeM/lva6E1LdCuk/s1600-h/IMG_0555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287169930537704706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SV_NCgjTnQI/AAAAAAAAAeM/lva6E1LdCuk/s200/IMG_0555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/8479129384799553111-8326971001372179810?l=willandbryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/feeds/8326971001372179810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479129384799553111&amp;postID=8326971001372179810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/8326971001372179810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/8326971001372179810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/2009/01/rainbow-in-backyard.html' title='Rainbow in the backyard'/><author><name>Willhum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05625848593934181286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cUnHJjVOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qVqZ1htSVqg/S220/Tunnel11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SV_NEfpzFRI/AAAAAAAAAek/NPx-cLk5EUM/s72-c/IMG_0560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479129384799553111.post-2026956459282561534</id><published>2009-01-03T14:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T14:37:27.835-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My mom's 60th birthday</title><content type='html'>This is an unusual thing for me.  I don't go home often and when I do, it is just to see my family.  But it was my Mom's birthday and I didn't want to disappoint so I went to her birthday bonefire.  It was at barn or storage room at a friend of the families house.  These are a collection of pictures that I took while I was there.  Look at the cologne hand.  I wonder if the perfume de toliet is still good.  I was too scared to open it.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SV_K3s9jLAI/AAAAAAAAAeE/Ex2OcG8RXQ4/s1600-h/IMG_0506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287167545867185154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SV_K3s9jLAI/AAAAAAAAAeE/Ex2OcG8RXQ4/s200/IMG_0506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are some old tools hanging on the wall.  It kind of reminded me of the old horror movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SV_K3NG3t0I/AAAAAAAAAd8/zgtqV6srSAQ/s1600-h/IMG_0499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287167537316345666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SV_K3NG3t0I/AAAAAAAAAd8/zgtqV6srSAQ/s200/IMG_0499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the sign that the hosts made for my mom's signal to turn here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SV_K2AlKW-I/AAAAAAAAAd0/fMTr0i_6IMw/s1600-h/2008+12+12_0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287167516773866466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SV_K2AlKW-I/AAAAAAAAAd0/fMTr0i_6IMw/s200/2008+12+12_0071.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/__iolD5gx8F0/SV_K1b1gqOI/AAAAAAAAAds/H0oCLqbKY38/s1600-h/2008+12+12_0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287167506910324962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SV_K1b1gqOI/AAAAAAAAAds/H0oCLqbKY38/s200/2008+12+12_0062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the barn that we stayed in all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SV_K07-lECI/AAAAAAAAAdk/hdYLE7BOUUY/s1600-h/2008+12+12_0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287167498358427682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SV_K07-lECI/AAAAAAAAAdk/hdYLE7BOUUY/s200/2008+12+12_0046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My borther and my niece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SV_KY1uudsI/AAAAAAAAAdc/iC946LHwetU/s1600-h/2008+12+12_0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287167015644985026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SV_KY1uudsI/AAAAAAAAAdc/iC946LHwetU/s200/2008+12+12_0060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year my grandma made my mom a black walnut cake with 7-minute icing.  I have restared the tradition and made my mom her favorite cake.  The black walnuts and icing are the dang deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SV_KYmYoCMI/AAAAAAAAAdU/6BONebd7JYk/s1600-h/2008+12+12_0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287167011525757122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SV_KYmYoCMI/AAAAAAAAAdU/6BONebd7JYk/s200/2008+12+12_0057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the entertainment we had to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SV_KYPh6JnI/AAAAAAAAAdM/rWOsvyXGj7g/s1600-h/2008+12+12_0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287167005390677618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SV_KYPh6JnI/AAAAAAAAAdM/rWOsvyXGj7g/s200/2008+12+12_0051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the heating source for the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SV_KX8gcpnI/AAAAAAAAAdE/WDaU8_rt_pc/s1600-h/2008+12+12_0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287167000284276338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SV_KX8gcpnI/AAAAAAAAAdE/WDaU8_rt_pc/s200/2008+12+12_0050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is my momma.  I love her and miss her.  I wish we all lived closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SV_KXeh6QhI/AAAAAAAAAc8/p5RTerFKYSc/s1600-h/2008+12+12_0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287166992237347346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SV_KXeh6QhI/AAAAAAAAAc8/p5RTerFKYSc/s200/2008+12+12_0049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was fun.  Many times I think that I might be considered a snob for not wanting to see poeple I grew up around.  But they don't know me really anymore.  I was a different person.  Remember they new me as straight.  Too much change to go back now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8479129384799553111-2026956459282561534?l=willandbryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/feeds/2026956459282561534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479129384799553111&amp;postID=2026956459282561534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/2026956459282561534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/2026956459282561534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-moms-60th-birthday.html' title='My mom&apos;s 60th birthday'/><author><name>Willhum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05625848593934181286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cUnHJjVOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qVqZ1htSVqg/S220/Tunnel11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SV_K3s9jLAI/AAAAAAAAAeE/Ex2OcG8RXQ4/s72-c/IMG_0506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479129384799553111.post-2378242689568931361</id><published>2009-01-03T14:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T14:25:38.991-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Denver</title><content type='html'>We had a great time in Denver.  Bryan has all the shots of Madonna, however, I have some of the pictures that we did while we were there.  I like the balls below.  It was in a section labeled, time.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SV_IuToWQdI/AAAAAAAAAc0/iNs0M0twhF8/s1600-h/2008+12+12_0142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287165185425293778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SV_IuToWQdI/AAAAAAAAAc0/iNs0M0twhF8/s200/2008+12+12_0142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't he the cutest, not the turtle.  He had to wear that dang arm brace most of the time we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SV_IuNLuSaI/AAAAAAAAAcs/P4yjSk0W2bc/s1600-h/2008+12+12_0111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287165183694621090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SV_IuNLuSaI/AAAAAAAAAcs/P4yjSk0W2bc/s200/2008+12+12_0111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this chair.  I bet it is the most uncomfortable chair in the whole world.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SV_ItZ2bbmI/AAAAAAAAAck/QQB4xDOyz1c/s1600-h/2008+12+12_0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287165169915096674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SV_ItZ2bbmI/AAAAAAAAAck/QQB4xDOyz1c/s200/2008+12+12_0109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Denver Aquarium is really cool.  I was blown away by the tanks of all the cool stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SV_IPMxAd0I/AAAAAAAAAcc/Im4jEPq8wl8/s1600-h/IMG_0471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287164651006621506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SV_IPMxAd0I/AAAAAAAAAcc/Im4jEPq8wl8/s200/IMG_0471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel in love with the sea tanks and told Bryan that we have to have our own salt water tank soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SV_IO1MysTI/AAAAAAAAAcU/X9BkTg5H9xY/s1600-h/IMG_0418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287164644680708402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SV_IO1MysTI/AAAAAAAAAcU/X9BkTg5H9xY/s200/IMG_0418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only person that I hooked up with in Denver.  Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SV_IOldbojI/AAAAAAAAAcM/pjk-o9BPXCg/s1600-h/IMG_0483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287164640455533106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SV_IOldbojI/AAAAAAAAAcM/pjk-o9BPXCg/s200/IMG_0483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The museum of art was really cool.  This was outside the doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SV_IOKy5NkI/AAAAAAAAAcE/dTw7PITV3z8/s1600-h/2008+12+12_0101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287164633297794626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SV_IOKy5NkI/AAAAAAAAAcE/dTw7PITV3z8/s200/2008+12+12_0101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8479129384799553111-2378242689568931361?l=willandbryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/feeds/2378242689568931361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479129384799553111&amp;postID=2378242689568931361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/2378242689568931361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/2378242689568931361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/2009/01/denver.html' title='Denver'/><author><name>Willhum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05625848593934181286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cUnHJjVOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qVqZ1htSVqg/S220/Tunnel11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SV_IuToWQdI/AAAAAAAAAc0/iNs0M0twhF8/s72-c/2008+12+12_0142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479129384799553111.post-2366295297788651316</id><published>2008-11-05T07:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T07:34:21.427-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Posted for Ellen</title><content type='html'>Well, I haven't posted in a while and Ellen is driving me crazy about it so here we go.  I will try to post more often, but to be honest my new job is quite time consuming...I love it anyway.  The first several pictures are at eStem's Carnival.  For those of you who know Ellen, get ready for this, ...she didn't bring her camera.  What??!!  I know, I know!  She takes it everywhere, looking for a moment to snap.  The other day she showed me a picture of her toliet paper roll.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SRGerRCJpjI/AAAAAAAAAb8/jjBUZr8upFk/s1600-h/IMG_0244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265163905516807730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SRGerRCJpjI/AAAAAAAAAb8/jjBUZr8upFk/s200/IMG_0244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There they are...the chosen ones.  It doesn't matter what anyone says, these two kids have stolen Bryan's heart and mine, too.  Look at the innocence.  Bryan thinks this is D's chance to go Goth.  We have a bet she will have her nose pierced by age 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SRGekPzeVDI/AAAAAAAAAb0/lisGD0esZX8/s1600-h/IMG_0247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265163784927728690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SRGekPzeVDI/AAAAAAAAAb0/lisGD0esZX8/s200/IMG_0247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't let the smiles fool you.  These two are up to no good.  I promise, somewhere that night, somebody was hexed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SRGej3-zkgI/AAAAAAAAAbs/2BbYylrjOIk/s1600-h/IMG_0246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265163778532807170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SRGej3-zkgI/AAAAAAAAAbs/2BbYylrjOIk/s200/IMG_0246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just look at him.  What can you say? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SRGejleqfHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/1uxcHw07J18/s1600-h/IMG_0248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265163773566155890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SRGejleqfHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/1uxcHw07J18/s200/IMG_0248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The several pictures are some I took while at Gilliam Park.  I thought I better throw some other things in their besides the chosen family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SRGeP6bE7aI/AAAAAAAAAbc/S2062Ao8ZkE/s1600-h/IMG_0190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265163435590872482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SRGeP6bE7aI/AAAAAAAAAbc/S2062Ao8ZkE/s200/IMG_0190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SRGePetnmyI/AAAAAAAAAbU/ZBuTM-x-TLQ/s1600-h/IMG_0185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265163428152449826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SRGePetnmyI/AAAAAAAAAbU/ZBuTM-x-TLQ/s200/IMG_0185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SRGeO7PMJkI/AAAAAAAAAbM/SC9cv_7OBBQ/s1600-h/IMG_0177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265163418629580354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SRGeO7PMJkI/AAAAAAAAAbM/SC9cv_7OBBQ/s200/IMG_0177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard my comments about my Halloween costume.  People asking if I was truly not straight.  Well, up  yours!  I am who I am.  I don't have the gene that others have for clothing and decorating but I can make mean Itailian Creme Cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8479129384799553111-2366295297788651316?l=willandbryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/feeds/2366295297788651316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479129384799553111&amp;postID=2366295297788651316&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/2366295297788651316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/2366295297788651316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/2008/11/posted-for-ellen.html' title='Posted for Ellen'/><author><name>Willhum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05625848593934181286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cUnHJjVOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qVqZ1htSVqg/S220/Tunnel11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SRGerRCJpjI/AAAAAAAAAb8/jjBUZr8upFk/s72-c/IMG_0244.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479129384799553111.post-1142626659068238197</id><published>2008-06-13T11:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:54:33.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bryan and I went to the park in our new neighborhood to feed the birds.  It was beautiful&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SFKZ22tljAI/AAAAAAAAASU/O2ilN_XuM10/s1600-h/IMG_2285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SFKZ22tljAI/AAAAAAAAASU/O2ilN_XuM10/s320/IMG_2285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SFKZ3CytUsI/AAAAAAAAASc/NfrdWbMcVuY/s1600-h/IMG_2287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SFKZ3CytUsI/AAAAAAAAASc/NfrdWbMcVuY/s320/IMG_2287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Doesn't he look so handome.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SFKZ3RcNPAI/AAAAAAAAASk/r4l-D6aUJso/s1600-h/IMG_2289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SFKZ3RcNPAI/AAAAAAAAASk/r4l-D6aUJso/s320/IMG_2289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  We were woored about the male bird below because his wings were al pointed back up and we hoped he was okay.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479129384799553111-1142626659068238197?l=willandbryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/feeds/1142626659068238197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479129384799553111&amp;postID=1142626659068238197&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/1142626659068238197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/1142626659068238197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/2008/06/bryan-and-i-went-to-park-in-our-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Willhum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05625848593934181286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cUnHJjVOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qVqZ1htSVqg/S220/Tunnel11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SFKZ22tljAI/AAAAAAAAASU/O2ilN_XuM10/s72-c/IMG_2285.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479129384799553111.post-1136925331502010542</id><published>2008-06-06T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:54:33.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SElc0ahxTdI/AAAAAAAAASM/FJFE-hu21DY/s1600-h/fantastic4-chris-evans-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208796499574607314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SElc0ahxTdI/AAAAAAAAASM/FJFE-hu21DY/s200/fantastic4-chris-evans-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Putting this in just for fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479129384799553111-1136925331502010542?l=willandbryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/feeds/1136925331502010542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479129384799553111&amp;postID=1136925331502010542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/1136925331502010542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/1136925331502010542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/2008/06/putting-this-in-just-for-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Willhum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05625848593934181286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cUnHJjVOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qVqZ1htSVqg/S220/Tunnel11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SElc0ahxTdI/AAAAAAAAASM/FJFE-hu21DY/s72-c/fantastic4-chris-evans-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479129384799553111.post-4413363337788731400</id><published>2008-05-10T19:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:54:34.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago w/ Kids</title><content type='html'>I am going to try to do this in sets.  Now that I am home and rested, I am trying to revist the whole experience of an educational field trip with 45 students in the city of Chicago.  So this is my way of debriefing the whole experience through photos.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SCZE8-YRKMI/AAAAAAAAAR8/-lZUqGHm0C0/s1600-h/Chicago+Wed+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198918634173442242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SCZE8-YRKMI/AAAAAAAAAR8/-lZUqGHm0C0/s200/Chicago+Wed+051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For instance, the mating turtles.  It was spring in Chicago and that means it is mating season.  The animals were on the prowl and the students were on the aware.  I avoid many questions.  My favorite, "Do all animals do it that way?  You know from behind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SCZE9OYRKNI/AAAAAAAAASE/4kv6CLiurtk/s1600-h/Chicago+Wed+091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198918638468409554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SCZE9OYRKNI/AAAAAAAAASE/4kv6CLiurtk/s200/Chicago+Wed+091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love the trees in Chicago.  Prettiest trees and best fragrances.  Nothing like those stinky Bradford Pear trees all over Little Rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SCY_L-YRKLI/AAAAAAAAAR0/emLHer6Nku0/s1600-h/Chicago+Wed+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198912294801713330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SCY_L-YRKLI/AAAAAAAAAR0/emLHer6Nku0/s200/Chicago+Wed+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my first time seeing wolves in the wild.  I just watched them as they moved.  They made me homesick for my two babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SCY95-YRKII/AAAAAAAAARc/wbdzbqlUSiA/s1600-h/Chicago+2+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198910886052440194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SCY95-YRKII/AAAAAAAAARc/wbdzbqlUSiA/s200/Chicago+2+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sundat in the Park is one of my favorite paintings of all time.  I love the show of classes, the shadowing, the little monkey and the colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SCY96OYRKJI/AAAAAAAAARk/s_YFSdVJ-i4/s1600-h/Chicago+2+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198910890347407506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SCY96OYRKJI/AAAAAAAAARk/s_YFSdVJ-i4/s200/Chicago+2+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know how Idid it but this is actually one pot and the back one is the reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8479129384799553111-4413363337788731400?l=willandbryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/feeds/4413363337788731400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479129384799553111&amp;postID=4413363337788731400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/4413363337788731400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/4413363337788731400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/2008/05/chicago-w-kids.html' title='Chicago w/ Kids'/><author><name>Willhum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05625848593934181286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cUnHJjVOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qVqZ1htSVqg/S220/Tunnel11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SCZE8-YRKMI/AAAAAAAAAR8/-lZUqGHm0C0/s72-c/Chicago+Wed+051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479129384799553111.post-8506094894178867252</id><published>2008-04-25T16:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:54:35.601-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Springs Family</title><content type='html'>This group of pictures was during Easter with my dad.  It was the first time he got to see his new grandaughter.  He was quite pleased with all the noise in the house when he woke up that morning.  The boys love their Grandpa Felton.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SBJRruX1FII/AAAAAAAAAQs/ja6cjRo_hGg/s1600-h/EASTER+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193303131935806594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SBJRruX1FII/AAAAAAAAAQs/ja6cjRo_hGg/s200/EASTER+055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the Crab Apple Tree in our backyard.  We sold that house and now we are moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SBJRr-X1FJI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/NtLfEhceD5Q/s1600-h/EASTER+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193303136230773906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SBJRr-X1FJI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/NtLfEhceD5Q/s200/EASTER+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My brother with his baby girl.  Doesn't she look so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SBJQeeX1FGI/AAAAAAAAAQc/TOS43ByJYAE/s1600-h/EASTER+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193301804790912098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SBJQeeX1FGI/AAAAAAAAAQc/TOS43ByJYAE/s200/EASTER+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my late step-mother's favorite statue.  She used to talk to it when she was sick and dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SBJQe-X1FHI/AAAAAAAAAQk/WKHV3KAQR6M/s1600-h/EASTER+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193301813380846706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SBJQe-X1FHI/AAAAAAAAAQk/WKHV3KAQR6M/s200/EASTER+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the crazy Mockingbird that I have ever seen.  It talks to my dad everyday and defends his yard for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SBJPXeX1FEI/AAAAAAAAAQM/QcCnpRhshuQ/s1600-h/EASTER+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193300585020200002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SBJPXeX1FEI/AAAAAAAAAQM/QcCnpRhshuQ/s200/EASTER+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Speak of which this is my daddy.  He is a great daddy.  Do we favor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SBJPX-X1FFI/AAAAAAAAAQU/c2AlCR8YDdo/s1600-h/EASTER+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193300593610134610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SBJPX-X1FFI/AAAAAAAAAQU/c2AlCR8YDdo/s200/EASTER+045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My nephew and learned to skip rocks together and he was estatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8479129384799553111-8506094894178867252?l=willandbryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/feeds/8506094894178867252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479129384799553111&amp;postID=8506094894178867252&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/8506094894178867252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/8506094894178867252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/2008/04/hot-springs-family.html' title='Hot Springs Family'/><author><name>Willhum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05625848593934181286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cUnHJjVOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qVqZ1htSVqg/S220/Tunnel11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SBJRruX1FII/AAAAAAAAAQs/ja6cjRo_hGg/s72-c/EASTER+055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479129384799553111.post-7718642897181014070</id><published>2008-04-24T12:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:54:36.642-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to my mom's house to get our taxes done.  It was a beautiful weekend for it.  My nephew's were there and so was my baby niece.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SBDJkOX1FBI/AAAAAAAAAP0/73Eje51mR5w/s1600-h/IMG_1812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192871994528699410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SBDJkOX1FBI/AAAAAAAAAP0/73Eje51mR5w/s200/IMG_1812.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is one of the many wild cats that Pop keeps around the house to kill field mice, so he says.  The sad part is they keep multiplying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SBDJu-X1FCI/AAAAAAAAAP8/5sE3VU_fHxk/s1600-h/IMG_1810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192872179212293154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SBDJu-X1FCI/AAAAAAAAAP8/5sE3VU_fHxk/s200/IMG_1810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here Mom with the boys.   They are watching Cars.  The boys love that show.  Which one do you think is a ham like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SBDJv-X1FDI/AAAAAAAAAQE/60zyQPR82dY/s1600-h/IMG_1807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192872196392162354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SBDJv-X1FDI/AAAAAAAAAQE/60zyQPR82dY/s200/IMG_1807.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the road to my mom's house.  We had to go around the river flooded areas.  There is still more rain coming they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SBDI8-X1E-I/AAAAAAAAAPc/BS8iG6XW7pQ/s1600-h/IMG_1811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192871320218833890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SBDI8-X1E-I/AAAAAAAAAPc/BS8iG6XW7pQ/s200/IMG_1811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every year my mom tends to several beautiful gardens around her house.  This year she took a break and is doing more working on the inside.  This is one of her flowers that grew any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SBDI9OX1E_I/AAAAAAAAAPk/Wp2hQwjiY5w/s1600-h/IMG_1821_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192871324513801202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SBDI9OX1E_I/AAAAAAAAAPk/Wp2hQwjiY5w/s200/IMG_1821_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know what kind of birds these are but they were everywhere.  The laid on the ground moving and playing with each other. They were pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SBDI9-X1FAI/AAAAAAAAAPs/snsIr8kvXto/s1600-h/IMG_1823_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192871337398703106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SBDI9-X1FAI/AAAAAAAAAPs/snsIr8kvXto/s200/IMG_1823_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gracie doesn't really look excited about being held by Bryan.  I think it is that brain tumor she has wrapped around her head.  It has to cut the blood off to the brain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8479129384799553111-7718642897181014070?l=willandbryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/feeds/7718642897181014070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479129384799553111&amp;postID=7718642897181014070&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/7718642897181014070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/7718642897181014070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/2008/04/went-to-my-moms-house-to-get-our-taxes.html' title=''/><author><name>Willhum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05625848593934181286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cUnHJjVOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qVqZ1htSVqg/S220/Tunnel11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/SBDJkOX1FBI/AAAAAAAAAP0/73Eje51mR5w/s72-c/IMG_1812.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479129384799553111.post-8219784717941378497</id><published>2008-04-07T14:53:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:54:37.262-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R_qIXe4ZXAI/AAAAAAAAAPM/HfUifliIy_M/s1600-h/IMG_1798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186607857878522882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R_qIXe4ZXAI/AAAAAAAAAPM/HfUifliIy_M/s200/IMG_1798.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thes storm on Thursday night was probably the worst I have ever lived through. I am from tornado country but let me just say that this one was bad. I have never been so scared. We spent most of the night in the bathroom with the dogs. They were both freaked out. We were the lucky ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R_p77e4ZW7I/AAAAAAAAAOk/9nDaD2ObUvo/s1600-h/IMG_1774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186594182702652338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R_p77e4ZW7I/AAAAAAAAAOk/9nDaD2ObUvo/s200/IMG_1774.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pine trees seem to have the worst damage. They tend to fall easy, however, it was big old hardwoods that were being uprooted. That was some powerful wind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R_qHhu4ZW_I/AAAAAAAAAPE/hA6ZdUADFmI/s1600-h/IMG_1779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186606934460554226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R_qHhu4ZW_I/AAAAAAAAAPE/hA6ZdUADFmI/s200/IMG_1779.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was a neighbors truck. His car was destroyed, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R_qHhu4ZW_I/AAAAAAAAAPE/hA6ZdUADFmI/s1600-h/IMG_1779.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R_qHhu4ZW_I/AAAAAAAAAPE/hA6ZdUADFmI/s1600-h/IMG_1779.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R_p78e4ZW8I/AAAAAAAAAOs/FVV0sof41hA/s1600-h/IMG_1778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186594199882521538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R_p78e4ZW8I/AAAAAAAAAOs/FVV0sof41hA/s200/IMG_1778.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The big storm hit our neighborhood and by the grace of God or kismit or kharma or whatever you buy into; we escaped alive and unharmed. This is allt hat matters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186610138506157074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R_qKcO4ZXBI/AAAAAAAAAPU/EkRkX_hTp5U/s200/IMG_1804.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The calm after the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8479129384799553111-8219784717941378497?l=willandbryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/feeds/8219784717941378497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479129384799553111&amp;postID=8219784717941378497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/8219784717941378497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/8219784717941378497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/2008/04/big-storm.html' title='The Big Storm'/><author><name>Willhum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05625848593934181286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cUnHJjVOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qVqZ1htSVqg/S220/Tunnel11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R_qIXe4ZXAI/AAAAAAAAAPM/HfUifliIy_M/s72-c/IMG_1798.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479129384799553111.post-1188183804708167644</id><published>2008-03-25T20:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:54:38.059-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Part two New Orleans</title><content type='html'>These pictures were actually by the hotman Bryan.  He took them with his i-Phone.  He actually is a really good photographer.  He got that part of the gay gene that I didn't get.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R-moTu4ZW5I/AAAAAAAAAOU/9wzMwc5jpGo/s1600-h/IMG_0228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181857903222021010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R-moTu4ZW5I/AAAAAAAAAOU/9wzMwc5jpGo/s200/IMG_0228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took this picture because my girl is not here.  She is in Oklahoma or Nebraska or some god-forsaken straight hole in the US.  Magic we are right there with you.  We miss them, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R-moT-4ZW6I/AAAAAAAAAOc/okNA_6xLe1w/s1600-h/IMG_0146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181857907516988322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R-moT-4ZW6I/AAAAAAAAAOc/okNA_6xLe1w/s200/IMG_0146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next few photos are when Bryan went to the aquarium.  He has such an eye.  The moray eel freeks me the white out.  He used to have a coral reef aquarium.  He also lived in Hawaii and loves reef fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R-moA-4ZW2I/AAAAAAAAAN8/RzFVyl2vz_s/s1600-h/IMG_0136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181857581099473762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R-moA-4ZW2I/AAAAAAAAAN8/RzFVyl2vz_s/s200/IMG_0136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate jelly fish.  I got stung once in Florida and it burned like heck.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R-moBO4ZW3I/AAAAAAAAAOE/zySUPQSD46A/s1600-h/IMG_0171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181857585394441074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R-moBO4ZW3I/AAAAAAAAAOE/zySUPQSD46A/s200/IMG_0171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is a funny for Ellen.  This hardware store was across from the gay bars on Burbon Street.  It is just to funny.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R-moBe4ZW4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/4qpCZRlBWUM/s1600-h/IMG_0210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181857589689408386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R-moBe4ZW4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/4qpCZRlBWUM/s200/IMG_0210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These palm trees are amazing.  This one especially was cool because it had ferns growing out of it.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R-mniu4ZW0I/AAAAAAAAANs/e9ngOIpNr9w/s1600-h/IMG_0089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181857061408430914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R-mniu4ZW0I/AAAAAAAAANs/e9ngOIpNr9w/s200/IMG_0089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blowfish are one of my favorite fish.  I actually ate some blowfish in Chicago once.  Bryan still chews my butt out for that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R-mni-4ZW1I/AAAAAAAAAN0/63EfNiQB6SM/s1600-h/IMG_0117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181857065703398226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R-mni-4ZW1I/AAAAAAAAAN0/63EfNiQB6SM/s200/IMG_0117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Overall, New Orleans was okay.  It is by far not my favorite city but I would go back.  We are actually thinking about going back for Southern Decadence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8479129384799553111-1188183804708167644?l=willandbryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/feeds/1188183804708167644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479129384799553111&amp;postID=1188183804708167644&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/1188183804708167644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/1188183804708167644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/2008/03/part-two-new-orleans.html' title='Part two New Orleans'/><author><name>Willhum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05625848593934181286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cUnHJjVOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qVqZ1htSVqg/S220/Tunnel11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R-moTu4ZW5I/AAAAAAAAAOU/9wzMwc5jpGo/s72-c/IMG_0228.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479129384799553111.post-4236762699590206460</id><published>2008-03-23T17:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:54:38.365-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Orleans 2008</title><content type='html'>New Orleans was a blast.  Here we are with the bartender from a gay bar on Burbon Street.  He was really nice.  I flunked Burbon Street 101 that night.  But I did better than Bryan on the first night.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R-bccu4ZWzI/AAAAAAAAANk/buFpc6FYvgM/s1600-h/DSC01346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181070807515355954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R-bccu4ZWzI/AAAAAAAAANk/buFpc6FYvgM/s200/DSC01346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is MY BOYFRIEND with some guy with a dirty hat.  He was very nice.  Bryan on the other hand had his night with guys grabbing his but and flirting with him all night.  He of course is a little bear cub.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R-bb-O4ZWyI/AAAAAAAAANc/0Fy4yAsHLdY/s1600-h/DSC01344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181070283529345826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R-bb-O4ZWyI/AAAAAAAAANc/0Fy4yAsHLdY/s200/DSC01344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bryan and I immediately hit the bar. We first went to Bubba Gumps. We met the other teachers that went there for the same conference. Bryan wasn't none to happy about this picture but it is how he looks at me a lot.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R-bbKO4ZWxI/AAAAAAAAANU/8_2ygzetg5c/s1600-h/DSC01309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181069390176148242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R-bbKO4ZWxI/AAAAAAAAANU/8_2ygzetg5c/s200/DSC01309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never been to New Orleans in my life. It was a plae like no other. I am glad that I went. I am glad that Bryan went with me too. It was an experience that I will never forget. New Orleans is a little crazy and a little dirty. Well, a lot dirty actually.&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/8479129384799553111-4236762699590206460?l=willandbryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/feeds/4236762699590206460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479129384799553111&amp;postID=4236762699590206460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/4236762699590206460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/4236762699590206460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-orleans-2008.html' title='New Orleans 2008'/><author><name>Willhum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05625848593934181286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cUnHJjVOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qVqZ1htSVqg/S220/Tunnel11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R-bccu4ZWzI/AAAAAAAAANk/buFpc6FYvgM/s72-c/DSC01346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479129384799553111.post-1985905235245471703</id><published>2008-03-20T13:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:54:38.722-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Week Before Spring Break</title><content type='html'>We have had this orchid for about 5 years now.  We bought it and it was full bloom and we thought it would never bloom.  However, now we have these two beautiful blooms and we are so excited.  They save if you can make a orchid bloom in your house it has great energy.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R-KyOO4ZWvI/AAAAAAAAANE/GJQy10EwLW8/s1600-h/IMG_1648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179898479012043506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R-KyOO4ZWvI/AAAAAAAAANE/GJQy10EwLW8/s200/IMG_1648.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R-KyOu4ZWwI/AAAAAAAAANM/5Ce_VB9VR-o/s1600-h/IMG_1651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179898487601978114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R-KyOu4ZWwI/AAAAAAAAANM/5Ce_VB9VR-o/s200/IMG_1651.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8479129384799553111-1985905235245471703?l=willandbryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/feeds/1985905235245471703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479129384799553111&amp;postID=1985905235245471703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/1985905235245471703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/1985905235245471703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/2008/03/week-before-spring-break.html' title='Week Before Spring Break'/><author><name>Willhum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05625848593934181286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cUnHJjVOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qVqZ1htSVqg/S220/Tunnel11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R-KyOO4ZWvI/AAAAAAAAANE/GJQy10EwLW8/s72-c/IMG_1648.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479129384799553111.post-8498595918671250665</id><published>2008-03-07T21:22:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:54:40.028-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Art freakiness</title><content type='html'>Okay.  I have met a lot of people in my life that are cool. I have only met a few people that are in my life forever.  Outside my childhood friends, I first met this person, Amanda, AKA Blue.  She changed my life forever.  Other friends that changed my life are Pam Clark, Dee Knott, Mark and Gwyen, Dan, Denise, Mary Zies, Pam Seber, Terrie, Rodney, etc.  I mean we meet lots of people in our lives and they have some effect.  However, it is those friends that put their mark on you that you will never forget.  A recent friend and quite awesome I must admit is Ellen Hagood.  She changed the way I look at the world.  Bryan, too.  She put her mark upon us and we are blessed b/c of it.  Here is some art that she inspired into Bryan,&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R9IL70uX2zI/AAAAAAAAAM8/xcPgFGhdhzw/s1600-h/Snow+2008+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175212044195453746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R9IL70uX2zI/AAAAAAAAAM8/xcPgFGhdhzw/s200/Snow+2008+047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bryan has already made two other ceative dolls.  He is really talented.  More so than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R9ILp0uX2yI/AAAAAAAAAM0/vZm1Cwtr95A/s1600-h/Snow+2008+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175211734957808418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R9ILp0uX2yI/AAAAAAAAAM0/vZm1Cwtr95A/s200/Snow+2008+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below are some of my altered books that I started doing in my own journal.  I am trying to find the "art" gay in me.  I have the cooking gay and the nice gay but I don't have much of the creative gay.  Blue has that talent.  She is able to be creative.  I am trying to build that into me.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R9ILekuX2xI/AAAAAAAAAMs/w9Q5DNmq1_U/s1600-h/Snow+2008+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175211541684280082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R9ILekuX2xI/AAAAAAAAAMs/w9Q5DNmq1_U/s200/Snow+2008+057.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/__iolD5gx8F0/R9IK-0uX2wI/AAAAAAAAAMk/0jNamZ8dYqo/s1600-h/Snow+2008+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175210996223433474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R9IK-0uX2wI/AAAAAAAAAMk/0jNamZ8dYqo/s200/Snow+2008+056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R9IKX0uX2vI/AAAAAAAAAMc/g8BN8N7A92g/s1600-h/Snow+2008+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175210326208535282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R9IKX0uX2vI/AAAAAAAAAMc/g8BN8N7A92g/s200/Snow+2008+055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R9IJ5UuX2uI/AAAAAAAAAMU/qUlY_1WWkeg/s1600-h/Snow+2008+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175209802222525154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R9IJ5UuX2uI/AAAAAAAAAMU/qUlY_1WWkeg/s200/Snow+2008+054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R9IJTkuX2tI/AAAAAAAAAMM/2x-qF6o1Iuc/s1600-h/Snow+2008+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175209153682463442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R9IJTkuX2tI/AAAAAAAAAMM/2x-qF6o1Iuc/s200/Snow+2008+053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to own my personal bed and breakfast some day.  I can't wait for that.  I love cooking and making people happy.  One day that dream will come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R9IJDEuX2sI/AAAAAAAAAME/9Gq7MCWCuCE/s1600-h/Snow+2008+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175208870214621890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R9IJDEuX2sI/AAAAAAAAAME/9Gq7MCWCuCE/s200/Snow+2008+051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R9IHskuX2pI/AAAAAAAAALs/veumY3KvClU/s1600-h/Snow+2008+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175207384155937426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R9IHskuX2pI/AAAAAAAAALs/veumY3KvClU/s200/Snow+2008+052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8479129384799553111-8498595918671250665?l=willandbryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/feeds/8498595918671250665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479129384799553111&amp;postID=8498595918671250665&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/8498595918671250665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/8498595918671250665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/2008/03/art-freakiness.html' title='Art freakiness'/><author><name>Willhum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05625848593934181286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cUnHJjVOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qVqZ1htSVqg/S220/Tunnel11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R9IL70uX2zI/AAAAAAAAAM8/xcPgFGhdhzw/s72-c/Snow+2008+047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479129384799553111.post-2727604243344765337</id><published>2008-03-07T14:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:54:40.749-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow 2008</title><content type='html'>Yeah!  Snow Day&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R9GqHkuX2lI/AAAAAAAAALM/boJ1WZyV4EU/s1600-h/Snow+2008+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175104493919394386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R9GqHkuX2lI/AAAAAAAAALM/boJ1WZyV4EU/s200/Snow+2008+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R9GqIEuX2mI/AAAAAAAAALU/vdM-i8JKuJw/s1600-h/Snow+2008+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175104502509328994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R9GqIEuX2mI/AAAAAAAAALU/vdM-i8JKuJw/s200/Snow+2008+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it finally happened. We got a snow that would close the schools. People misunderstand the concept of a snow day. It is not just a day to not do anything. It is more than that. It is a surprise, not on a calendar or made in advanced. Yes, I know some teachers can take a "mental" sick day but there is guilt that comes from that and I am not one of those teachers. It really comes down to a day that families are forced to spend together. It really is a day of doing nothing with no guilt.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R9GoikuX2jI/AAAAAAAAAK8/xl9mr-_OmbU/s1600-h/Snow+2008+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175102758752606770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R9GoikuX2jI/AAAAAAAAAK8/xl9mr-_OmbU/s200/Snow+2008+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at our babies. They were so excited about the snow. Sinbad was more uspset because it hid his scent but Ashley is still a puppy and was running, jumping, pouncing and eating the snow. It was so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R9GojUuX2kI/AAAAAAAAALE/eGB-jlldMBk/s1600-h/Snow+2008+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175102771637508674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R9GojUuX2kI/AAAAAAAAALE/eGB-jlldMBk/s200/Snow+2008+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8479129384799553111-2727604243344765337?l=willandbryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/feeds/2727604243344765337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479129384799553111&amp;postID=2727604243344765337&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/2727604243344765337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/2727604243344765337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/2008/03/snow-2008.html' title='Snow 2008'/><author><name>Willhum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05625848593934181286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cUnHJjVOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qVqZ1htSVqg/S220/Tunnel11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R9GqHkuX2lI/AAAAAAAAALM/boJ1WZyV4EU/s72-c/Snow+2008+024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479129384799553111.post-4736130789049020628</id><published>2008-03-06T13:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:54:40.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R9BIa_rhNkI/AAAAAAAAAK0/6URv9sYdC-s/s1600-h/Snapshot_20080228_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174715600456463938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R9BIa_rhNkI/AAAAAAAAAK0/6URv9sYdC-s/s200/Snapshot_20080228_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You love it don't you.  I was experimenting with the webcam that is attached to my new laptop.  This is the picture that I can come up with.  I just needed to add something to my blog so Ms. Ellen won't give me a hard time.  If it snows tomorrow I will have more to add.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479129384799553111-4736130789049020628?l=willandbryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/feeds/4736130789049020628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479129384799553111&amp;postID=4736130789049020628&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/4736130789049020628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/4736130789049020628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-love-it-dont-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Willhum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05625848593934181286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cUnHJjVOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qVqZ1htSVqg/S220/Tunnel11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R9BIa_rhNkI/AAAAAAAAAK0/6URv9sYdC-s/s72-c/Snapshot_20080228_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479129384799553111.post-5869524649477977534</id><published>2008-02-29T13:54:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:54:41.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Heifer Ranch Trip</title><content type='html'>I took some kids to learn about the Heifer Ranch and all the good they can do.  We also want to build our own herb bed so we looked at theirs to get some ideas.  The kids want to buy an animal for a family in a poor country.  We also want to raise our own chickens.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8hoVLa1AzI/AAAAAAAAAKc/mIeAeolgk6s/s1600-h/IMG_1525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172498885086872370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8hoVLa1AzI/AAAAAAAAAKc/mIeAeolgk6s/s200/IMG_1525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the herb garden.  The beds were made from the rocks in the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8hoXba1A0I/AAAAAAAAAKk/nE6sp9kTqFQ/s1600-h/IMG_1566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172498923741578050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8hoXba1A0I/AAAAAAAAAKk/nE6sp9kTqFQ/s200/IMG_1566.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you see the red-headed bee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8hoX7a1A1I/AAAAAAAAAKs/0AhRXwTyDug/s1600-h/IMG_1576_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172498932331512658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8hoX7a1A1I/AAAAAAAAAKs/0AhRXwTyDug/s200/IMG_1576_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the kids said, "I bet they don't kill that one. He has Afleck."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8hnrra1AwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/y0JX7r_30JQ/s1600-h/IMG_1540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172498172122301186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8hnrra1AwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/y0JX7r_30JQ/s200/IMG_1540.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now, all I could think of was Ellen and this camel kissing her daughter and you know what I didn't have any sanitizer on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8hnt7a1AxI/AAAAAAAAAKM/SJDsqlfe0Jc/s1600-h/IMG_1541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172498210777006866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8hnt7a1AxI/AAAAAAAAAKM/SJDsqlfe0Jc/s200/IMG_1541.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Darcy was a champ and took it like a great adventurer that she has.  I laughed out loud.  Of coarse, I did it first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8hnvba1AyI/AAAAAAAAAKU/HhHx8pJr1mc/s1600-h/IMG_1519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172498236546810658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8hnvba1AyI/AAAAAAAAAKU/HhHx8pJr1mc/s200/IMG_1519.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If I would have seen this first, there would not be any kissing going on.  The funny part: Here is the kicker.  Here was all of this beauty, running water, handmade gardens and all of the kids on focused on the man-made toilets and the manure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8479129384799553111-5869524649477977534?l=willandbryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/feeds/5869524649477977534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479129384799553111&amp;postID=5869524649477977534&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/5869524649477977534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/5869524649477977534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/2008/02/heifer-ranch-trip.html' title='Heifer Ranch Trip'/><author><name>Willhum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05625848593934181286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cUnHJjVOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qVqZ1htSVqg/S220/Tunnel11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8hoVLa1AzI/AAAAAAAAAKc/mIeAeolgk6s/s72-c/IMG_1525.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479129384799553111.post-1055511826534027919</id><published>2008-02-28T15:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:54:42.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Springs Conference</title><content type='html'>I am not going to say much about the EAST Conference.  My students went and we didn't do too well.  I was disappointed that I couldn't hear the presentation and see if that is what messed us up.  All the pictures I took, except these three, had students in them and I couldn't put them on line without parental permission.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8ck0XJjVYI/AAAAAAAAAJc/4QfZ27uOX7o/s1600-h/IMG_1443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172143179044181378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8ck0XJjVYI/AAAAAAAAAJc/4QfZ27uOX7o/s200/IMG_1443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8ck13JjVZI/AAAAAAAAAJk/4ssLqxWUxLU/s1600-h/IMG_1452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172143204813985170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8ck13JjVZI/AAAAAAAAAJk/4ssLqxWUxLU/s200/IMG_1452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a plan for the park my students adopted behind the school.  I hope someday we will have the finances to make their dream a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8ck3XJjVaI/AAAAAAAAAJs/dRRIcZ6Evfc/s1600-h/IMG_1444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172143230583788962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8ck3XJjVaI/AAAAAAAAAJs/dRRIcZ6Evfc/s200/IMG_1444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/8479129384799553111-1055511826534027919?l=willandbryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/feeds/1055511826534027919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479129384799553111&amp;postID=1055511826534027919&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/1055511826534027919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/1055511826534027919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/2008/02/hot-springs-conference.html' title='Hot Springs Conference'/><author><name>Willhum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05625848593934181286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cUnHJjVOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qVqZ1htSVqg/S220/Tunnel11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8ck0XJjVYI/AAAAAAAAAJc/4QfZ27uOX7o/s72-c/IMG_1443.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479129384799553111.post-809518520758497948</id><published>2008-02-28T14:49:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:54:44.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New York, New York</title><content type='html'>I got to go to New  York this time.  It was my first time to be in the city for fun and not for business.  I had a great time.  To give you my favorite would be crazy.  The whole trip was fantastic.  The people, the air, the buildings, the culutre, the language, the entertainment, the food...it was all great.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cf3nJjVVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/9cZd7MpYhPU/s1600-h/DSC02055_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172137737320617298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cf3nJjVVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/9cZd7MpYhPU/s200/DSC02055_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The mask for women who were accused of gossiping.  They had to wear it around town.  It was their husbands that decided if they were gossiping or not.  Just call me "porker".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cf4HJjVWI/AAAAAAAAAJM/BPtt49uN8K0/s1600-h/DSC02008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172137745910551906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cf4HJjVWI/AAAAAAAAAJM/BPtt49uN8K0/s200/DSC02008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our first night in Time Square.  We arrived and it was cold, windy and heavy rain.  Why does it never snow when I go up north.  However, by the end of the night it had stopped and the next few days were beautiful.  By the way, the day after we left.  It snowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cf4XJjVXI/AAAAAAAAAJU/WiEkWdoG9DA/s1600-h/DSC02062_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172137750205519218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cf4XJjVXI/AAAAAAAAAJU/WiEkWdoG9DA/s200/DSC02062_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our last day and Bryan and I were not happy about leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cfNXJjVSI/AAAAAAAAAIs/hSmZNm0_kfs/s1600-h/DSC02064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172137011471144226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cfNXJjVSI/AAAAAAAAAIs/hSmZNm0_kfs/s200/DSC02064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We stayed at the W in Time Square.  It was nice.  It was smaller and not as classy as the W in Chicago but it was downtown and the location was worth the price.  Plus I like it when I have a doorman hail me a taxi.  I feel posh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cfNnJjVTI/AAAAAAAAAI0/i-ZFA_4CM08/s1600-h/DSC02051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172137015766111538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cfNnJjVTI/AAAAAAAAAI0/i-ZFA_4CM08/s200/DSC02051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A client of Bryan's lives in New York and she invited us to the bar she works at on Amsterdam and 109th.  You must go to this place.  It is so cool.  The name of the bar is Sip.  It was started by two friends.  One of the friends had a grandmother pass away and she left him a ton of pennies.  In the pennies was this one that was really old and worth a lot of money.  They  used that money to buy the bar.  All over the bar and on the walls and the tables are covered with the pennies he got from his grandmother with a clear laqure on them.  This is a picture from that bar that I just loved.  I loved, loved, loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cfOHJjVUI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_u0cIEnJQCA/s1600-h/DSC02057_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172137024356046146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cfOHJjVUI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_u0cIEnJQCA/s200/DSC02057_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I met my friend Ann in New York.  I teach her son back home.  She was there visiting her brother who lives on Long Island.  He took us to the Turkish Kitchen.  The food was fabulous and the waitstaff was HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8ce3nJjVQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/B_pqlKDrzyY/s1600-h/DSC02006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172136637808989442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8ce3nJjVQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/B_pqlKDrzyY/s200/DSC02006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When you first walk into the W, this is a wall and ceiling of running water under glass running all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8ce4HJjVRI/AAAAAAAAAIk/AmkZTnPRJ4k/s1600-h/DSC02070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172136646398924050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8ce4HJjVRI/AAAAAAAAAIk/AmkZTnPRJ4k/s200/DSC02070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I loved this sign.  If this sign was in Arkansas, 3,000 church fanatics would file a petition and raise so much bullshit.  I love New York.  I actually saw two guys kiss, in public, people watching and they did it 3 times and no one even blinked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8celnJjVPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/_d0CUi5l9Vg/s1600-h/DSC02036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172136328571344114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8celnJjVPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/_d0CUi5l9Vg/s200/DSC02036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look how happy my man looks.  He was having so much fun and he was so relaxed.  We are very lucky in love to go to places like this and share our time.  I love him so much.  He is the greatest.  We want to visit in the summer and maybe move there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/8479129384799553111-809518520758497948?l=willandbryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/feeds/809518520758497948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479129384799553111&amp;postID=809518520758497948&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/809518520758497948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/809518520758497948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-york-new-york.html' title='New York, New York'/><author><name>Willhum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05625848593934181286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cUnHJjVOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qVqZ1htSVqg/S220/Tunnel11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cf3nJjVVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/9cZd7MpYhPU/s72-c/DSC02055_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479129384799553111.post-84815170273246493</id><published>2008-01-24T08:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:54:45.185-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in the trenches</title><content type='html'>I went on a hunting trip with a student to find where our city water goes after it drains.  We went all over town and she did some great shooting of digital footage of street drains, small creeks and large drain beds.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R5ioFbGPoqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/V0zCbLp6xk8/s1600-h/IMG_1390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159058184279663266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R5ioFbGPoqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/V0zCbLp6xk8/s200/IMG_1390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thought this moss on a rock was cool.  It looks like an island in the middle of a sea of rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R5ioHrGPorI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iMY3tYL9rwI/s1600-h/IMG_1398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159058222934368946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R5ioHrGPorI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iMY3tYL9rwI/s200/IMG_1398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the drainage creek for UALR.  It looks clean right.  Below is a captured area of grease and fat caught on a drainage pipe.  When it rains, this will end up in our fresh water supply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R5ioJrGPosI/AAAAAAAAAIA/sXCmQ-EwQl8/s1600-h/IMG_1404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159058257294107330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R5ioJrGPosI/AAAAAAAAAIA/sXCmQ-EwQl8/s200/IMG_1404.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8479129384799553111-84815170273246493?l=willandbryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/feeds/84815170273246493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479129384799553111&amp;postID=84815170273246493&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/84815170273246493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/84815170273246493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/2008/01/day-in-trenches.html' title='A day in the trenches'/><author><name>Willhum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05625848593934181286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cUnHJjVOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qVqZ1htSVqg/S220/Tunnel11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R5ioFbGPoqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/V0zCbLp6xk8/s72-c/IMG_1390.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479129384799553111.post-1842136858321681144</id><published>2008-01-17T16:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:54:46.045-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes!  Who knew?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R4_bXHeF17I/AAAAAAAAAHo/3cPwIl_lbUU/s1600-h/IMG_1186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156581288551241650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R4_bXHeF17I/AAAAAAAAAHo/3cPwIl_lbUU/s200/IMG_1186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am posting to hopefully get someone off my butt.  I don't know what kind of plant this is but it was given to me by a friend, Katy Elliot and it has fuzzy leaves and these pretty pink flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R4_a4XeF16I/AAAAAAAAAHg/8AXWlQ9vcE4/s1600-h/IMG_1367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156580760270264226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R4_a4XeF16I/AAAAAAAAAHg/8AXWlQ9vcE4/s200/IMG_1367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I finally got a present that my stepfather really likes for Christmas. It is a complete illustrated history of the Civil War. It weighed in about 25lbs. It was huge. He loved it. Yeah me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R4_aY3eF15I/AAAAAAAAAHY/z_QdCwh6ReU/s1600-h/IMG_1355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156580219104384914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R4_aY3eF15I/AAAAAAAAAHY/z_QdCwh6ReU/s200/IMG_1355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are some of my mom's flowers that were blooming at Christmas. She is so good at this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I started this blog because a great friend of mine thought it would be a great idea for me to have one. Good ideas are just that good ideas. It is the implementation that drives me on the other end of the broom stick. Now this same person who got me started; hounds me daily about new blogs and pictures. I am about to put my camera in her boody and put that on the blog. Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8479129384799553111-1842136858321681144?l=willandbryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/feeds/1842136858321681144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479129384799553111&amp;postID=1842136858321681144&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/1842136858321681144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/1842136858321681144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/2008/01/yikes-who-knew.html' title='Yikes!  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Every year, a male in the family gets a bra box for Christmas and Riley, my nephew, was it.  It was his first time and  he couldn't understand why he got a bra box.  Inside was a new shirt.  He was a little confused on why we would do that.  He doesn't have a nunu.  He has a dinky.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R4KvpneF13I/AAAAAAAAAHI/lQ1X_eIDj8s/s1600-h/IMG_1385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152874053169960818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R4KvpneF13I/AAAAAAAAAHI/lQ1X_eIDj8s/s200/IMG_1385.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacob is at the right age to love Christmas.  We had it late at Grandma's because this was Bryan's Christmas.  He was really good because Santa came to visit him not once but twice.  Here you can see breakfast all over his face, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R4KvqneF14I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/j3a955ifddc/s1600-h/IMG_1382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152874070349830018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R4KvqneF14I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/j3a955ifddc/s200/IMG_1382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gracie Anna loved her first Christmas.  She didn't care about presents.  She was just happy to get everyone's attention.  Here she looks like a young Danny Devito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R4KteneF10I/AAAAAAAAAGw/YeHye7GKqQE/s1600-h/IMG_1354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152871665168144194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R4KteneF10I/AAAAAAAAAGw/YeHye7GKqQE/s200/IMG_1354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mother has the most impressive Christmas Cactus I have ever seen. It covers a huge area and every year during Christmas it has the biggest reddest blooms that are totally gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R4KtdXeF1zI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NjqbpUWBHMY/s1600-h/IMG_1330.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R4KtgHeF11I/AAAAAAAAAG4/kvhdzewdVBg/s1600-h/IMG_1374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152871690937947986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R4KtgHeF11I/AAAAAAAAAG4/kvhdzewdVBg/s200/IMG_1374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my mom. She is my girl. We love each other and she is a great mom. I get teary-eyed just thinking about how much I miss her. I only get to see her two or three times a year. We love Christmass. She always gets new underwear. I get to throw out my old holey underwear and get to dawn new ones on Christmas Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R4KsfXeF1xI/AAAAAAAAAGY/81CBFJZuCWk/s1600-h/IMG_1339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152870578541418258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R4KsfXeF1xI/AAAAAAAAAGY/81CBFJZuCWk/s200/IMG_1339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at my man. He was so happy when we spent Christmas at his parents. He got a lot of cool stuff. Bryan's parents also bought me some great gifts. I got the coolest pair of boots and some great shirts. I loved his parents and they love me, too. We are so lucky that both of our parents are so accepting and care about our partners. It couldn't be easier even if I wanted to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R4KsgneF1yI/AAAAAAAAAGg/bSA_h_JdYAs/s1600-h/IMG_1337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152870600016254754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R4KsgneF1yI/AAAAAAAAAGg/bSA_h_JdYAs/s200/IMG_1337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Bryan's gift. It was a faux fur cover for our couch from his favorite shop, Pottery Barn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R4KtdXeF1zI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NjqbpUWBHMY/s1600-h/IMG_1330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152871643693307698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="133" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R4KtdXeF1zI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NjqbpUWBHMY/s200/IMG_1330.jpg" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to change or rotate this; but this is Bryan's mom's tree. It is covered with ornaments gallore. She and Bryan collect Hallmark ornaments and have for many many years. Her tree is always impressive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at my babies. Aren't they adorable? Sinbad (first picture) and Ashley spent Christmas at the Chenal Pet Palace in their own room with a television. The place was nice, but we won't put Sinbad through it ever again. After dropping them off, I cried like a baby for twenty minutes. We almost went back to get them. When we picked them up they were very excited but when we got home, Sinbad went to the back bathroom and hid all day and night. Ashley slept all day and night. I don't think they got any sleep with all those dogs barking all day long. Anyway, the Sinbad had a serious case of gas. I mean SERIOUS. He stunk us out for days. Saturday before New Year's he shot diarreha all over the place. I do mean shot. It was shot shit. His stomach finally calmed down and the vet said that since Sinbad has never been in that situation, he probably got stressed. Well he is too old to do that to him again.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R4KrMHeF1vI/AAAAAAAAAGI/BEhn2B3CXNA/s1600-h/IMG_1351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152869148317308658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R4KrMHeF1vI/AAAAAAAAAGI/BEhn2B3CXNA/s200/IMG_1351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R4KrNHeF1wI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/HehMCXKuGb4/s1600-h/IMG_1349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152869165497177858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R4KrNHeF1wI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/HehMCXKuGb4/s200/IMG_1349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There they are; the two loves of my life. Ms. Hagood and my boyfriend. Look at them. Can you guess which one has been drinking? If not, you are not smarter than a fifth grader. I had a great time at the annual Zies Christmas Party 2007. There were a lot of cool people there; mostly just staff venting about their year so far. Ms. Durham didn't get to come and that made me sad but I drink a litte and ate a little and laughed a little. It was fun.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R4KqW3eF1uI/AAAAAAAAAGA/5eEtJySnws8/s1600-h/IMG_1329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152868233489274594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R4KqW3eF1uI/AAAAAAAAAGA/5eEtJySnws8/s200/IMG_1329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years I just sat in my underwear on the couch and watched the television, drank a little, and ate a little.  I had a cheese ball, Brie, hummus, and Hot Cajun Cock.  For midnight, we shared champagne with Mark and Gwyenn and was in bed by 12:30.  I ate my black-eyed peas and hog jawl, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8479129384799553111-1301797109185580477?l=willandbryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/feeds/1301797109185580477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479129384799553111&amp;postID=1301797109185580477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/1301797109185580477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/1301797109185580477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/2008/01/winter-break.html' title='The Winter Break'/><author><name>Willhum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05625848593934181286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cUnHJjVOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qVqZ1htSVqg/S220/Tunnel11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R4KvoneF12I/AAAAAAAAAHA/9iABPunnAA4/s72-c/IMG_1369.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479129384799553111.post-8183482575328563957</id><published>2007-11-28T13:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:54:49.187-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2007</title><content type='html'>This year I went to mom's for Thanksgiving.  I had a great time.  Bryan stayed at home with the kids and his parents came down to our house.  They had dinner and went shopping on that crazy next day.  Luckily, this  year I didn't have to go.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R02_vIQFGBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/JPNws_OsCpU/s1600-h/IMG_1264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137973566289287186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R02_vIQFGBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/JPNws_OsCpU/s320/IMG_1264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My brother, Jeramie and our new edition.  This is Anna Grace Felton.  She is only a few months old in this picture but she will still your heart away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R02_xYQFGCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aVRC0vot9yw/s1600-h/IMG_1262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137973604943992866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R02_xYQFGCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aVRC0vot9yw/s320/IMG_1262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This year, Thanksgiving was on  my mother's 59 birthday.  I cooked dinner for her.  We had (picture below) Cranberry Bourbon Pork Lion, Dressing, green bean casserole, homemade cranberry sauce, buttermilk mash potatoes, bacon and apple brussel sprouts, pecan tart, and deviled eggs.  I made a raisin pie for my step-father, too.  He loves raisin pie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R02_zIQFGDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/laXoDbySQm4/s1600-h/IMG_1259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137973635008763954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R02_zIQFGDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/laXoDbySQm4/s320/IMG_1259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Riley and Jacob are my two nephews. This is Loran, my step-father reslting with the boys. They spent the night with us so their mother could go shopping the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R02_2YQFGEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Thm87m33Xjw/s1600-h/IMG_1266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137973690843338818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R02_2YQFGEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Thm87m33Xjw/s320/IMG_1266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Coming in on Tuesday night, my back left tire had a blow out.  It was dark and cold and on that country road there are no street lights.  I was scared half out of my wits.  People drove by but no one stopped.  So much for that infamous southern hospitality.  Of course, it could have been my long hair, big city tags and the bumper sticker denouncing evolution that might have been a deterant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R02_3YQFGFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ngC3rk3xFXg/s1600-h/IMG_1275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137973708023208018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R02_3YQFGFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ngC3rk3xFXg/s320/IMG_1275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, the four day break was fun.  I got home Saturday and was happy to get to my baby!  I missed him horribly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479129384799553111-8183482575328563957?l=willandbryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/feeds/8183482575328563957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479129384799553111&amp;postID=8183482575328563957&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/8183482575328563957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/8183482575328563957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving-2007.html' title='Thanksgiving 2007'/><author><name>Willhum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05625848593934181286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cUnHJjVOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qVqZ1htSVqg/S220/Tunnel11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R02_vIQFGBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/JPNws_OsCpU/s72-c/IMG_1264.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479129384799553111.post-174541792736715831</id><published>2007-11-20T11:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:54:49.861-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Various pictures</title><content type='html'>The mother/daughter team of the century.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0MUN4QFF1I/AAAAAAAAADA/mU9txTk1znM/s1600-h/IMG_1119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134970228803180370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0MUN4QFF1I/AAAAAAAAADA/mU9txTk1znM/s320/IMG_1119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0MUOYQFF2I/AAAAAAAAADI/zXN6CplZUjQ/s1600-h/DSC01582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134970237393114978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0MUOYQFF2I/AAAAAAAAADI/zXN6CplZUjQ/s320/DSC01582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0MUPIQFF3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/HGcJwSJwuZI/s1600-h/DSC01059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134970250278016882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0MUPIQFF3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/HGcJwSJwuZI/s320/DSC01059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know, but it was the only costume that didn't require makeup.  But you had to undo the whole thing in order to use the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0MUQoQFF4I/AAAAAAAAADY/l739p8j0tiw/s1600-h/IMG_1167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134970276047820674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0MUQoQFF4I/AAAAAAAAADY/l739p8j0tiw/s320/IMG_1167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0MUV4QFF5I/AAAAAAAAADg/0lQ9OHz_K2M/s1600-h/IMG_1166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134970366242133906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0MUV4QFF5I/AAAAAAAAADg/0lQ9OHz_K2M/s320/IMG_1166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are various pictures of people, things and places that I love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479129384799553111-174541792736715831?l=willandbryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/feeds/174541792736715831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479129384799553111&amp;postID=174541792736715831&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/174541792736715831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/174541792736715831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/2007/11/various-pictures.html' title='Various pictures'/><author><name>Willhum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05625848593934181286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cUnHJjVOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qVqZ1htSVqg/S220/Tunnel11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0MUN4QFF1I/AAAAAAAAADA/mU9txTk1znM/s72-c/IMG_1119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479129384799553111.post-5943264727848366744</id><published>2007-11-20T10:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:54:50.877-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Memphis Zoo</title><content type='html'>The summer was really hard on me.  I worked with kids all summer long and felt really exhausted with everything.  Working summers are not unusual but I mostly do part time jobs not related to education.  I guess teachers do really need that time to recharge.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0MSXoQFFwI/AAAAAAAAACY/30_unMTFCn0/s1600-h/IMG_1006_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134968197283649282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0MSXoQFFwI/AAAAAAAAACY/30_unMTFCn0/s320/IMG_1006_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The panda was sleeping.  It reminded me of watching my dog sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0MSYoQFFxI/AAAAAAAAACg/fkLsnrq2ZLQ/s1600-h/IMG_1010_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134968214463518482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0MSYoQFFxI/AAAAAAAAACg/fkLsnrq2ZLQ/s320/IMG_1010_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0MSZoQFFyI/AAAAAAAAACo/eJh8URagGGw/s1600-h/IMG_1030_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134968231643387682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0MSZoQFFyI/AAAAAAAAACo/eJh8URagGGw/s320/IMG_1030_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0MSaYQFFzI/AAAAAAAAACw/BYj6tELLS8w/s1600-h/IMG_1025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134968244528289586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0MSaYQFFzI/AAAAAAAAACw/BYj6tELLS8w/s320/IMG_1025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0MSi4QFF0I/AAAAAAAAAC4/2i7NPrdKoeg/s1600-h/IMG_1039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134968390557177666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0MSi4QFF0I/AAAAAAAAAC4/2i7NPrdKoeg/s320/IMG_1039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bryan took me on a little vacation since I worked all summer. We went to Memphis to see The Lion King. It was a good play, but not the best one I have seen. But the trip was wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479129384799553111-5943264727848366744?l=willandbryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/feeds/5943264727848366744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479129384799553111&amp;postID=5943264727848366744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/5943264727848366744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/5943264727848366744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/2007/11/memphis-zoo.html' title='Memphis Zoo'/><author><name>Willhum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05625848593934181286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cUnHJjVOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qVqZ1htSVqg/S220/Tunnel11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0MSXoQFFwI/AAAAAAAAACY/30_unMTFCn0/s72-c/IMG_1006_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479129384799553111.post-877155145795868969</id><published>2007-11-20T10:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:54:52.225-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallowee at the Thomas-Felton House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0MQkoQFFrI/AAAAAAAAABw/077iRNgzQ0E/s1600-h/IMG_1171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134966221598693042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0MQkoQFFrI/AAAAAAAAABw/077iRNgzQ0E/s320/IMG_1171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The front porch has been an on-going project.  It is totally awesome at night.  Especially when we had that big fog machine going.  We had the whole street foggy.  It was freaking some people out.  They thought a house was on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0MQnoQFFsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/3i0XSQN63Rg/s1600-h/IMG_1173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134966273138300610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0MQnoQFFsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/3i0XSQN63Rg/s320/IMG_1173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Greetings from the front door.  Every morning I had to remind myself that this thing was  hanging up or I would pee on myself going to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0MQqYQFFtI/AAAAAAAAACA/46xWJcJA56A/s1600-h/IMG_1174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134966320382940882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0MQqYQFFtI/AAAAAAAAACA/46xWJcJA56A/s320/IMG_1174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0MQrIQFFuI/AAAAAAAAACI/8jTY-xYvYe0/s1600-h/IMG_1177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134966333267842786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0MQrIQFFuI/AAAAAAAAACI/8jTY-xYvYe0/s320/IMG_1177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0MQtYQFFvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/g3po4jLO6lU/s1600-h/IMG_1180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134966371922548466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0MQtYQFFvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/g3po4jLO6lU/s320/IMG_1180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halloween is Bryan's favorite time of the year. As you can see he goes all out. We had a great time that night. We sat on my tailgate and passed out candy to the neighborhood kids. He was dressed up as Professor Snape and I was just me. We drank margaritas and just enjoyed the night. I felt like crap the next day. Some school kids came by and I got to take the trick-or-treating in the neighborhood. It made me feel cool and a hint of desire for my own kid came through but it vanished the next morning with the hangover.&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/8479129384799553111-877155145795868969?l=willandbryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/feeds/877155145795868969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479129384799553111&amp;postID=877155145795868969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/877155145795868969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/877155145795868969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/2007/11/hallowee-at-thomas-felton-house.html' title='Hallowee at the Thomas-Felton House'/><author><name>Willhum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05625848593934181286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cUnHJjVOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qVqZ1htSVqg/S220/Tunnel11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0MQkoQFFrI/AAAAAAAAABw/077iRNgzQ0E/s72-c/IMG_1171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479129384799553111.post-8444464605423701650</id><published>2007-11-20T10:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:54:52.762-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More attempts at photography</title><content type='html'>I really like mushrooms.  Not to eat but I just think in nature, nothing defies the rules like a mushroom.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0MO8YQFFnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/vJFY6YKbQqY/s1600-h/IMG_1126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134964430597330546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0MO8YQFFnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/vJFY6YKbQqY/s320/IMG_1126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This fern and moss growing from a rock, just goes to show, life will find a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0MPAIQFFoI/AAAAAAAAABY/4Ev1NWTtzsY/s1600-h/IMG_1213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134964495021840002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0MPAIQFFoI/AAAAAAAAABY/4Ev1NWTtzsY/s320/IMG_1213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a wetland on Kingfischer Trail at Pinnacle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0MPB4QFFpI/AAAAAAAAABg/BBYjBnMNmLU/s1600-h/IMG_1228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134964525086611090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0MPB4QFFpI/AAAAAAAAABg/BBYjBnMNmLU/s320/IMG_1228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0MPDIQFFqI/AAAAAAAAABo/Gm6hhFUXF3w/s1600-h/IMG_1241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134964546561447586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0MPDIQFFqI/AAAAAAAAABo/Gm6hhFUXF3w/s320/IMG_1241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took these will out in nature. Some are from Gilliam Park and the others are from Pinnacle Mountain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479129384799553111-8444464605423701650?l=willandbryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/feeds/8444464605423701650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479129384799553111&amp;postID=8444464605423701650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/8444464605423701650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/8444464605423701650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/2007/11/more-attempts-at-photography.html' title='More attempts at photography'/><author><name>Willhum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05625848593934181286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cUnHJjVOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qVqZ1htSVqg/S220/Tunnel11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0MO8YQFFnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/vJFY6YKbQqY/s72-c/IMG_1126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479129384799553111.post-3953933322343884241</id><published>2007-11-19T14:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:54:53.261-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Art by Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0Hs6IQFFmI/AAAAAAAAABI/_WgNgZaeGFc/s1600-h/State+Farm+and+EDS+Grant+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134645533570569826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0Hs6IQFFmI/AAAAAAAAABI/_WgNgZaeGFc/s320/State+Farm+and+EDS+Grant+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Word up ... Chicken butt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0HsuoQFFlI/AAAAAAAAABA/9xes1-QMOnM/s1600-h/DSC00603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134645336002074194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0HsuoQFFlI/AAAAAAAAABA/9xes1-QMOnM/s320/DSC00603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am trying to explore becoming a personal photographer. I am starting to take pictures that may be a little out of the ordinary. Here are some samples. Go gentle...I am new at this.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0HsUoQFFkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/MWNkTXf02Tw/s1600-h/DSC00602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134644889325475394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0HsUoQFFkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/MWNkTXf02Tw/s320/DSC00602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8479129384799553111-3953933322343884241?l=willandbryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/feeds/3953933322343884241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479129384799553111&amp;postID=3953933322343884241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/3953933322343884241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/3953933322343884241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/2007/11/art-by-me.html' title='Art by Me'/><author><name>Willhum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05625848593934181286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cUnHJjVOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qVqZ1htSVqg/S220/Tunnel11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0Hs6IQFFmI/AAAAAAAAABI/_WgNgZaeGFc/s72-c/State+Farm+and+EDS+Grant+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479129384799553111.post-1257725368889561719</id><published>2007-11-19T13:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:54:53.672-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0HrEoQFFjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/cMHRjtykShM/s1600-h/DSC00680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134643514935940658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0HrEoQFFjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/cMHRjtykShM/s320/DSC00680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love this view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0HqwYQFFiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/43EGRCPKsvQ/s1600-h/DSC00675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134643167043589666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0HqwYQFFiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/43EGRCPKsvQ/s320/DSC00675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A view from Pinnacle Mountain. Can you find me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479129384799553111-1257725368889561719?l=willandbryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/feeds/1257725368889561719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479129384799553111&amp;postID=1257725368889561719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/1257725368889561719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/1257725368889561719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/2007/11/love-this-view.html' title=''/><author><name>Willhum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05625848593934181286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cUnHJjVOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qVqZ1htSVqg/S220/Tunnel11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R0HrEoQFFjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/cMHRjtykShM/s72-c/DSC00680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479129384799553111.post-3235862460663715558</id><published>2007-11-16T07:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:54:53.904-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New York without me</title><content type='html'>This is so New York.  Little sips all along the way.  I could live there. You get to see things you don't ever see in Little Rock.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Rz2g3IQFFfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LJDnTqQsXuU/s1600-h/DSC00991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133436019240408562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Rz2g3IQFFfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LJDnTqQsXuU/s320/DSC00991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Rz2goYQFFeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sU5fehudvE8/s1600-h/DSC01017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133435765837338082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Rz2goYQFFeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sU5fehudvE8/s320/DSC01017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bryan went to New York for a hairshow. He asked me to go but I couldn't. I wanted his first experience in New York to be unbound and without worry about if I am enjoying it or not. He had a blast. I am glad but sad that I didn't go with him but I get to in February. Yeah! He took this picture. Doesn't he have such a great eye.&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/8479129384799553111-3235862460663715558?l=willandbryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/feeds/3235862460663715558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479129384799553111&amp;postID=3235862460663715558&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/3235862460663715558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479129384799553111/posts/default/3235862460663715558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willandbryan.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-york-without-me.html' title='New York without me'/><author><name>Willhum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05625848593934181286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__iolD5gx8F0/R8cUnHJjVOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qVqZ1htSVqg/S220/Tunnel11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__iolD5gx8F0/Rz2g3IQFFfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LJDnTqQsXuU/s72-c/DSC00991.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
