<?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-6953895967621982377</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:46:02.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sony Girl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-8042823845535680712</id><published>2010-02-06T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T17:55:31.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blizzard 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Listening to the weather all week, they have been forecasting a severe snowstorm to come in Friday afternoon and to continue until Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's a picture of what we saw Friday at dusk. just a light dusting of snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24TTG9fAVI/AAAAAAAAB18/oUzxtGW6nwY/s1600-h/DSC03732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435303019289706834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24TTG9fAVI/AAAAAAAAB18/oUzxtGW6nwY/s400/DSC03732.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then it began snowing more heavily as the night progressed .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24TM6EbTeI/AAAAAAAAB10/C2tYomFA4X4/s1600-h/DSC03736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435302912749948386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24TM6EbTeI/AAAAAAAAB10/C2tYomFA4X4/s400/DSC03736.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what we saw on my last walk before going to bed Friday night. The weatherman predicted that we will be getting an 1-2 inches of snow per hour throughout the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24TMVXa41I/AAAAAAAAB1s/hHNzD5O9g-k/s1600-h/DSC03737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435302902897501010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24TMVXa41I/AAAAAAAAB1s/hHNzD5O9g-k/s400/DSC03737.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, we woke up to this snow piled up against the door.&lt;br /&gt;(We live on the second floor of the apartment complex!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24TL2oFdII/AAAAAAAAB1k/gG1ESyUzqvA/s1600-h/DSC03741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435302894645900418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24TL2oFdII/AAAAAAAAB1k/gG1ESyUzqvA/s400/DSC03741.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't fall and break a hip going down these stairs. I bet Mom will be busy in the next few weeks as she will have patients who fell out in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24TLk35YfI/AAAAAAAAB1c/FWbmVzQrFTM/s1600-h/IMG_5290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435302889880379890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24TLk35YfI/AAAAAAAAB1c/FWbmVzQrFTM/s400/IMG_5290.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24SryDfDxI/AAAAAAAAB1U/eZbR7nFRGCI/s1600-h/DSC03742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435302343662833426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24SryDfDxI/AAAAAAAAB1U/eZbR7nFRGCI/s400/DSC03742.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;According to the news, we got an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;accumulation&lt;/span&gt; of 20 inches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24SrqhiZyI/AAAAAAAAB1M/WAOb64wQjzk/s1600-h/DSC03743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435302341641398050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24SrqhiZyI/AAAAAAAAB1M/WAOb64wQjzk/s400/DSC03743.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But, of course, Dad had to see for himself. Having limited tools, since we pack light these days, he used his ice pick as his measuring device.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24Src_oW-I/AAAAAAAAB1E/K_CDA6p8hqE/s1600-h/DSC03744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435302338009521122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24Src_oW-I/AAAAAAAAB1E/K_CDA6p8hqE/s400/DSC03744.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom helped me get dressed for the snow, putting on my sweater, jacket and snow boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24SqgJSpkI/AAAAAAAAB08/BkbdcWuILDk/s1600-h/IMG_5300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435302321675478594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24SqgJSpkI/AAAAAAAAB08/BkbdcWuILDk/s400/IMG_5300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Too bad that I did not have snow pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24SRqjjuuI/AAAAAAAAB00/Qo9bHyAdGvw/s1600-h/DSC03746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435301894973274850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24SRqjjuuI/AAAAAAAAB00/Qo9bHyAdGvw/s400/DSC03746.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But, we had fun anyway, taking in this winter wonderland. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24SRJIPASI/AAAAAAAAB0s/RsSmotiyFpc/s1600-h/DSC03749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435301886000300322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24SRJIPASI/AAAAAAAAB0s/RsSmotiyFpc/s400/DSC03749.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24SQr2_9MI/AAAAAAAAB0k/udqHPlxxxjI/s1600-h/DSC03751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435301878143382722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24SQr2_9MI/AAAAAAAAB0k/udqHPlxxxjI/s400/DSC03751.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you believe all of the snow in the trees?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24SQIMf4qI/AAAAAAAAB0c/pzEEnNAi9Pw/s1600-h/DSC03781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435301868569879202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24SQIMf4qI/AAAAAAAAB0c/pzEEnNAi9Pw/s400/DSC03781.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the snow drifts were up to Dad's chest in places!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24RoQEzOII/AAAAAAAAB0U/vpNMD1vojA0/s1600-h/DSC03757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435301183490308226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24RoQEzOII/AAAAAAAAB0U/vpNMD1vojA0/s400/DSC03757.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24RoDG-w3I/AAAAAAAAB0M/LSi1gPRRyAw/s1600-h/DSC03769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435301180009792370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24RoDG-w3I/AAAAAAAAB0M/LSi1gPRRyAw/s400/DSC03769.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, Dad is in deep thought. He is up to something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24Rn3iJgFI/AAAAAAAAB0E/4yKo7AbtnWk/s1600-h/DSC03776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435301176902516818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24Rn3iJgFI/AAAAAAAAB0E/4yKo7AbtnWk/s400/DSC03776.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's a picture of an Amish farm across the street. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is where my sitter, Verna, lives. She takes me for walks when Mom and Dad are exploring some of the local sites on weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24RnU7MsjI/AAAAAAAABz8/OS4eBgS5II4/s1600-h/DSC03767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435301167612342834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24RnU7MsjI/AAAAAAAABz8/OS4eBgS5II4/s400/DSC03767.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the swans in the frozen pond in front of our apartment complex. Mom and Dad wanted to check on them and see how they were doing in this blizzard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24RL2vGklI/AAAAAAAABz0/x83cffW0Hj8/s1600-h/DSC03773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435300695652078162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24RL2vGklI/AAAAAAAABz0/x83cffW0Hj8/s400/DSC03773.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24RLosywGI/AAAAAAAABzs/hOany8Gvq24/s1600-h/DSC03799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435300691884294242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24RLosywGI/AAAAAAAABzs/hOany8Gvq24/s400/DSC03799.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad is really having a good time, enjoying the snow. I know he looks mad in the above picture but is just concentrating on quickly taking this picture so that he can put his glove back on and put his hands back in his jacket pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24RLLbMVHI/AAAAAAAABzk/zhFT5KY8m44/s1600-h/DSC03800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435300684025844850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24RLLbMVHI/AAAAAAAABzk/zhFT5KY8m44/s400/DSC03800.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad just goofing around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24Qy05sP1I/AAAAAAAABzc/-cVCdWzVwLc/s1600-h/DSC03809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435300265662889810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24Qy05sP1I/AAAAAAAABzc/-cVCdWzVwLc/s400/DSC03809.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now, the snow really is not to Dad's waist. (He is on his knees but don't tell him that I told you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24QypQBDTI/AAAAAAAABzU/BPVbGUYh4ck/s1600-h/DSC03810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435300262535302450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24QypQBDTI/AAAAAAAABzU/BPVbGUYh4ck/s400/DSC03810.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; However, you can see the snow went up passed Mom's knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24QyAIMzbI/AAAAAAAABzM/3md9saTVb8E/s1600-h/DSC03797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435300251496664498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24QyAIMzbI/AAAAAAAABzM/3md9saTVb8E/s400/DSC03797.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Although the snow is pretty to look at and Mom and Dad enjoyed playing around in, it adds challenges to everyday tasks, such as taking the trash out. Have you ever tried lifting a dumpster lid that is covered by snow? Mom can tell you that it is not fun and that you end up COVERED in snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24PQR-mgNI/AAAAAAAABzE/hOqbBeP8fbU/s1600-h/DSC03789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435298572661063890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24PQR-mgNI/AAAAAAAABzE/hOqbBeP8fbU/s400/DSC03789.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also, how do you get in your car when it is surrounded by snow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24PPx9rR3I/AAAAAAAABy8/T3t5p28QE0E/s1600-h/DSC03791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435298564067247986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24PPx9rR3I/AAAAAAAABy8/T3t5p28QE0E/s400/DSC03791.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24PPrWS2CI/AAAAAAAABy0/mPp2saOS8l8/s1600-h/DSC03796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435298562291456034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24PPrWS2CI/AAAAAAAABy0/mPp2saOS8l8/s400/DSC03796.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Again, we travel light these days so Dad resorted to using a broom to dig the cars out. Luckily, a kind man felt sorry for him and lent Dad his snow shovel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24PPN96mYI/AAAAAAAABys/hiwOV9lEv-8/s1600-h/DSC03730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435298554404575618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24PPN96mYI/AAAAAAAABys/hiwOV9lEv-8/s400/DSC03730.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have no worries, we are camped out here until Monday with plenty of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24POzmxdZI/AAAAAAAAByk/cbswRcnMnM4/s1600-h/DSC03815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435298547328185746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24POzmxdZI/AAAAAAAAByk/cbswRcnMnM4/s400/DSC03815.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think that I will stay put on the couch. &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&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953895967621982377-8042823845535680712?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8042823845535680712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2010/02/blizzard-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/8042823845535680712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/8042823845535680712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2010/02/blizzard-2010.html' title='Blizzard 2010'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24TTG9fAVI/AAAAAAAAB18/oUzxtGW6nwY/s72-c/DSC03732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-6974379970894165917</id><published>2010-01-31T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T16:55:07.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Philadelphia Autoshow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom and Dad went back to Philadelphia yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S6aqWy5BCZI/AAAAAAAAB-c/gJzN75sQsjw/s1600-h/DSC03694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451231707573324178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S6aqWy5BCZI/AAAAAAAAB-c/gJzN75sQsjw/s400/DSC03694.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of their friends suggested eating at the famous Geno's restaurant in South Philly. Unfortunately, there is no inside eating area. The twenty degree weather did not hurt business. As you can see, people were eating outside bundled up and watching the snow fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S6aqWS97_xI/AAAAAAAAB-U/aRMWkI3JW4Q/s1600-h/DSC03696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451231699004030738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S6aqWS97_xI/AAAAAAAAB-U/aRMWkI3JW4Q/s400/DSC03696.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom and Dad read online the "correct" way to order your Philly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cheese steaks&lt;/span&gt;, kind of like the "Soup Nazi" on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Seinfeld&lt;/span&gt;. Mom was a little hesitant to take this picture, afraid that she would hear "No cheese steak for you!". Instead, it was welcomed with a smile from the staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S6ap9jui92I/AAAAAAAAB-E/8hYOJ0bqnH8/s1600-h/DSC03695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451231274006148962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S6ap9jui92I/AAAAAAAAB-E/8hYOJ0bqnH8/s400/DSC03695.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I must say that Dad has been a good sport going to various gardens and parks with Mom. So, she reluctantly agreed to go to a car show with him. The Philadelphia automotive show was not your average car show. There were some high dollar cars, along with some not so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;glamorous&lt;/span&gt;, run-of-the-mill cars. But, you will not see pictures of the latter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S6ap9ApcT6I/AAAAAAAAB98/A7APZnPB-IU/s1600-h/DSC03697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451231264589500322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S6ap9ApcT6I/AAAAAAAAB98/A7APZnPB-IU/s400/DSC03697.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The flashy red Ferrari pictured above will set you back around $300,000. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S6ap87E8AII/AAAAAAAAB90/QoQEtGmAhG4/s1600-h/DSC03707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451231263094210690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S6ap87E8AII/AAAAAAAAB90/QoQEtGmAhG4/s400/DSC03707.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Lamborghini&lt;/span&gt; and Rolls Royce are in the 400 thousand dollar price range.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S6ao1i3DP4I/AAAAAAAAB9s/oWkVEnoLBGw/s1600-h/DSC03717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451230036822802306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S6ao1i3DP4I/AAAAAAAAB9s/oWkVEnoLBGw/s400/DSC03717.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad was impressed with the cars that cost the same as a nice home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S6ao1XnXfVI/AAAAAAAAB9k/94q3b3e8h_0/s1600-h/DSC03715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451230033804229970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S6ao1XnXfVI/AAAAAAAAB9k/94q3b3e8h_0/s400/DSC03715.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Mom fell in love with this 1960 Fiat, which costs around $13,000.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S6ao05UutYI/AAAAAAAAB9c/Bst7Wkhb5AU/s1600-h/DSC03724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451230025672996226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S6ao05UutYI/AAAAAAAAB9c/Bst7Wkhb5AU/s400/DSC03724.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Although Mom and Dad are like night and day, they both dreaded getting back out in the cold and driving home in the snow. But, overall, they had a fun day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953895967621982377-6974379970894165917?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6974379970894165917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2010/01/philadelphia-autoshow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/6974379970894165917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/6974379970894165917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2010/01/philadelphia-autoshow.html' title='Philadelphia Autoshow'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S6aqWy5BCZI/AAAAAAAAB-c/gJzN75sQsjw/s72-c/DSC03694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-8514234849640279732</id><published>2010-01-23T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T19:44:12.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting Philadelphia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4nQBvEXTII/AAAAAAAAB9U/FuJ3DWN8K2E/s1600-h/DSC03618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443110352887172226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4nQBvEXTII/AAAAAAAAB9U/FuJ3DWN8K2E/s400/DSC03618.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom and Dad decided to do some of the touristy things in Philadelphia. After paying around $20 for parking, their first stop was the Liberty Bell Center. Here they learned some interesting facts that I would like to share with you. The Liberty Bell was casted in 1753 and used to gather the people together for public announcements. A small crack was noticed and then sent for repair in 1846. The Liberty Bell rang again on George Washington's birthday and the "repaired" crack lengthened, silencing this famous bell forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4nQBMkchTI/AAAAAAAAB9M/FwxsqScMhKY/s1600-h/DSC03626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443110343626491186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4nQBMkchTI/AAAAAAAAB9M/FwxsqScMhKY/s400/DSC03626.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know that it looks like a small child is up inside the Liberty Bell but it is not so. Don't worry. This historical bell is heavily guarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4nQAoR45mI/AAAAAAAAB9E/YtxdOJOGbUU/s1600-h/DSC03653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443110333884982882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4nQAoR45mI/AAAAAAAAB9E/YtxdOJOGbUU/s400/DSC03653.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Independence Hall where the Sentinel Bell, the Liberty Bell's replacement, is now housed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4nPm99t2-I/AAAAAAAAB88/EaWUcogqb54/s1600-h/DSC03631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443109893029354466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4nPm99t2-I/AAAAAAAAB88/EaWUcogqb54/s400/DSC03631.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom hanging out with George Washington. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While waiting in line for a tour of the Independence Hall, Mom and Dad heard a mother explain to her child that Independence Hall is not George Washington's home. He just spent a lot of time here, hence, the statue of him out front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4nPmYaYRZI/AAAAAAAAB80/JHhBQP-UMm8/s1600-h/DSC03633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443109882949027218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4nPmYaYRZI/AAAAAAAAB80/JHhBQP-UMm8/s400/DSC03633.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The construction of Independence Hall began in 1732 and was completed in 1753. Andrew Hamilton was this building's architect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4nPmMLmJzI/AAAAAAAAB8s/cmBQt9ilAfg/s1600-h/DSC03634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443109879665796914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4nPmMLmJzI/AAAAAAAAB8s/cmBQt9ilAfg/s400/DSC03634.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Below is the Assembly Room, where the Declaration of Independence was adopted and the Constitution of the United States was debated, drafted and signed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4nPlpwy0II/AAAAAAAAB8k/6B8P1aXlsII/s1600-h/DSC03658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443109870426574978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4nPlpwy0II/AAAAAAAAB8k/6B8P1aXlsII/s400/DSC03658.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The chair in the center of the room is the original chair in which George Washington sat during these historical moments. Also, after &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;peeling&lt;/span&gt; back approximately 86 layers of paint, historians believe that the walls were painted this color during that particular time period. Wouldn't you hate to have that job of CAREFULLY removing that many layers of paint?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4nOz8XCHtI/AAAAAAAAB8U/VC2T7w9mw5Q/s1600-h/DSC03636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443109016425340626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4nOz8XCHtI/AAAAAAAAB8U/VC2T7w9mw5Q/s400/DSC03636.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and Dad went to Congress Hall next and saw where the first Congress met.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4nOzDD-PSI/AAAAAAAAB8M/3GBy7XLqbXk/s1600-h/DSC03648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443109001044573474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4nOzDD-PSI/AAAAAAAAB8M/3GBy7XLqbXk/s400/DSC03648.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Upstairs, the first Senate gathered in this room pictured below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4nOyw9yeII/AAAAAAAAB8E/qb54Rb54ufc/s1600-h/DSC03646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443108996186798210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4nOyw9yeII/AAAAAAAAB8E/qb54Rb54ufc/s400/DSC03646.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After taking in all of this history, Mom and Dad had worked up an appetite. What else is there to eat in Philadelphia besides &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cheese steaks&lt;/span&gt;, which were delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4nOG-y_dNI/AAAAAAAAB78/hIMo90HsKCk/s1600-h/DSC03674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443108243985364178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4nOG-y_dNI/AAAAAAAAB78/hIMo90HsKCk/s400/DSC03674.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, Mom and Dad visited Christ Church, known as the "Nation's Church". Many of the Revolutionary leaders attended services here, including Betsy Ross, Benjamin Franklin, George Washington and William Penn just to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443108238026949586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4nOGomZQ9I/AAAAAAAAB70/I6fIyyMxn-8/s400/DSC03676.JPG" /&gt;Several church members are buried inside and outside of this famous church, which still holds services today. Seven signers of the Declaration of Independence are buried here as well as 5 signers of the Constitution of the United States&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4nOGNYr0qI/AAAAAAAAB7s/RqyT_qb01AY/s1600-h/DSC03678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443108230721688226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4nOGNYr0qI/AAAAAAAAB7s/RqyT_qb01AY/s400/DSC03678.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;including Jacob Broom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any relation?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4nOF0gh6dI/AAAAAAAAB7k/hx3UPAlMK6Q/s1600-h/DSC03679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443108224043706834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4nOF0gh6dI/AAAAAAAAB7k/hx3UPAlMK6Q/s400/DSC03679.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Across the street from the church is a rather large &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cemetery&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4nNUWfx6PI/AAAAAAAAB7c/H0iOBTrHKT8/s1600-h/DSC03689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443107374173907186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4nNUWfx6PI/AAAAAAAAB7c/H0iOBTrHKT8/s400/DSC03689.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;where Benjamin Franklin and his wife are buried. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4nNT76MHcI/AAAAAAAAB7U/2c793Oab4Es/s1600-h/DSC03691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443107367036919234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4nNT76MHcI/AAAAAAAAB7U/2c793Oab4Es/s400/DSC03691.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Visitors toss pennies of his grave for luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4nNTtzMXEI/AAAAAAAAB7M/mJDXCW1pfrQ/s1600-h/DSC03686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443107363249478722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4nNTtzMXEI/AAAAAAAAB7M/mJDXCW1pfrQ/s400/DSC03686.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next to his grave is a rather long list of all of Benjamin Franklin's accomplishments. His chronology inspires me to do something with my life, instead of lying around all of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4nNTByYL5I/AAAAAAAAB7E/j0_ErnLx4fM/s1600-h/IMG_5270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443107351434899346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4nNTByYL5I/AAAAAAAAB7E/j0_ErnLx4fM/s400/IMG_5270.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'll just take me a little nap and then get started on my life accomplishments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listening to Mom and Dad's adventures in Philadelphia and all of that history wore me out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just think, Mom said she would like to go back to learn more details about our nation's history. &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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6953895967621982377-8514234849640279732?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8514234849640279732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2010/01/visiting-philadelphia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/8514234849640279732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/8514234849640279732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2010/01/visiting-philadelphia.html' title='Visiting Philadelphia'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4nQBvEXTII/AAAAAAAAB9U/FuJ3DWN8K2E/s72-c/DSC03618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-2921555060597927315</id><published>2010-01-16T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T13:51:27.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amish Country</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom and Dad wanted to explore Amish country today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First, they ate at a Pennsylvania Dutch restaurant called &lt;a href="http://www.goodnplenty.com/"&gt;Good N Plenty&lt;/a&gt;. If you know Dad, he is not about trying out different types of foods.  Can you see his excitement and enthusiasm?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4Get4bQdYI/AAAAAAAAB68/r2VMNKYOPGA/s1600-h/DSC03563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440804335918282114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4Get4bQdYI/AAAAAAAAB68/r2VMNKYOPGA/s400/DSC03563.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then the three of us decided we would take an &lt;a href="http://www.amishbuggyrides.com/"&gt;Amish buggy ride&lt;/a&gt;.   Today was a little warmer than what it has been since we have been in Pennsylvania.  It think that the temperature is in the 50's.  Notice that I still have on a sweater though because it is windy.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4GaV6NkQjI/AAAAAAAAB60/nHDGNkxfMdM/s1600-h/DSC03566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440799526034358834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4GaV6NkQjI/AAAAAAAAB60/nHDGNkxfMdM/s400/DSC03566.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad and I are waiting for our ride underneath the covered bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4GaVTPA9RI/AAAAAAAAB6s/VZU-mJyer9g/s1600-h/DSC03586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440799515571451154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4GaVTPA9RI/AAAAAAAAB6s/VZU-mJyer9g/s400/DSC03586.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Jill and our buggy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The buggy is tight quarters, just for Mom, Dad and me.  The back of the buggy consisted of two thin benches with little to no leg room.  I sat on the bench next to Mom.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our driver, Tom, sat up front holding the horse's reins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4GaVGsWHeI/AAAAAAAAB6k/s-OeKT7oZoo/s1600-h/DSC03576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440799512204811746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4GaVGsWHeI/AAAAAAAAB6k/s-OeKT7oZoo/s400/DSC03576.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Notice Dad's knee next to the small bench I am lying across.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4GaC_nNdkI/AAAAAAAAB6c/EuQ9OBC7c90/s1600-h/DSC03582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440799201066579522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4GaC_nNdkI/AAAAAAAAB6c/EuQ9OBC7c90/s400/DSC03582.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed listening to the horse's hooves hitting the pavement and looking out the buggy&lt;br /&gt;at the beautiful countryside.  Then I overheard Tom talking about how these horses and cows have to work for a living - pulling wagons, plowing the fields, and providing milk at the diary farms.  Dogs do have the best life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4GaCcMjg0I/AAAAAAAAB6U/Zll-SN4UX3g/s1600-h/DSC03572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440799191559537474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4GaCcMjg0I/AAAAAAAAB6U/Zll-SN4UX3g/s400/DSC03572.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I feel sorry for these horses and cows, making me appreciate my cushy life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4GaBznQtGI/AAAAAAAAB6M/-tzRwQ2-cGQ/s1600-h/DSC03579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440799180665697378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4GaBznQtGI/AAAAAAAAB6M/-tzRwQ2-cGQ/s400/DSC03579.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's a one room school house that all the kids within about a 5 mile distance come to school.  Amish children go to school from first grade through the eighth grade and are taught by the same teacher.  One room and one teacher!  Tom also explained that the teachers were young and typically did not teach for very long.  When the teachers marry, they stay home to raise their families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4GZlLchZoI/AAAAAAAAB6E/UWIMA8s7Ifk/s1600-h/DSC03570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440798688846898818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4GZlLchZoI/AAAAAAAAB6E/UWIMA8s7Ifk/s400/DSC03570.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The family who lives on this Amish farm has 13 children!  The Amish believe that you should have no wires coming into the home because they view it as connecting you to the outside world.  They stand firm on the Bible stating that you should be different from the world and do not have electricity or other worldly items.  So, the clothesline is their dryer.   I bet it takes a while for the clothes to dry on these cold days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4GZkcCs4LI/AAAAAAAAB58/m3qBZqgGedI/s1600-h/DSC03578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440798676122132658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4GZkcCs4LI/AAAAAAAAB58/m3qBZqgGedI/s400/DSC03578.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's another buggy passing us.  Although we frequently see Amish buggies on the roads, including the main highway, Mom still gets so excited each time one passes by.  You would think that they would have a special lane for their safety, like a bike lane but they don't.  The cars just slowly pass, being careful not to spook the horses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4GZj1xTYxI/AAAAAAAAB50/dutEyQJz3fU/s1600-h/DSC03577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440798665848611602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4GZj1xTYxI/AAAAAAAAB50/dutEyQJz3fU/s400/DSC03577.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; During our buggy ride, we also learned about the different types of Amish buggies and wagons.  For instance, the one on the right side of the picture below is referred to as an Amish "pickup".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4GZKSm9YLI/AAAAAAAAB5s/Ap0r7nVuH-s/s1600-h/DSC03587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440798226913255602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4GZKSm9YLI/AAAAAAAAB5s/Ap0r7nVuH-s/s400/DSC03587.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we went to a local farmer's market and saw several handmade Amish quilts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4GZJ7OdJoI/AAAAAAAAB5k/MFNqHvI0UdE/s1600-h/DSC03590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440798220636464770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4GZJ7OdJoI/AAAAAAAAB5k/MFNqHvI0UdE/s400/DSC03590.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who knew that quilts were so expensive?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Mama Duke for making Mom and Dad a quilt as a wedding gift and for the one you made Mom for Christmas.  Now, I know why Mom is so protective of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4GZJnt7PwI/AAAAAAAAB5c/Qhbu8SVGcsE/s1600-h/DSC03599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440798215399751426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4GZJnt7PwI/AAAAAAAAB5c/Qhbu8SVGcsE/s400/DSC03599.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Even though I am not allowed to lay on Mama Duke's quilts, I am lucky that I get to have my own chair and not have to work around here.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I guess I will take me a little nap in my warm and cozy sweater on this winter day!&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/6953895967621982377-2921555060597927315?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2921555060597927315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2010/01/amish-country.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/2921555060597927315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/2921555060597927315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2010/01/amish-country.html' title='Amish Country'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S4Get4bQdYI/AAAAAAAAB68/r2VMNKYOPGA/s72-c/DSC03563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-1484151777315596764</id><published>2010-01-10T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T18:17:02.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Settling in Pennsylvania</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the first day of the new year, we left Alabama and went to Pennsylvania for Mom to start her new job at a nursing home and Dad to start his training program for his new job as a diesel technician for International Trucks. Due to moving in on a holiday weekend, we had to stay a few nights at a local hotel. Now, we are in our new apartment and getting settled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S3NgdG0asvI/AAAAAAAAB40/UbocGNYxuRE/s1600-h/DSC03550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436795228329259762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S3NgdG0asvI/AAAAAAAAB40/UbocGNYxuRE/s400/DSC03550.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and Dad have been going to the apartment's gym in the afternoons, However, this afternoon was actually warm (in the low 50's), so they decided to take a walk and see the ponds we have around the complex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S3Ngcj5-M6I/AAAAAAAAB4s/k3q4kkgxVlE/s1600-h/DSC03604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436795218957317026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S3Ngcj5-M6I/AAAAAAAAB4s/k3q4kkgxVlE/s400/DSC03604.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Dad trusting that this frozen pond will hold his weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S3NgcUojkRI/AAAAAAAAB4k/zOual_EYEVM/s1600-h/DSC03610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436795214857736466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S3NgcUojkRI/AAAAAAAAB4k/zOual_EYEVM/s400/DSC03610.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the pets of the apartment &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;complex&lt;/span&gt; - lots of ducks and swans swimming in this pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S3NgcL4RyaI/AAAAAAAAB4c/KuqKswM0PKc/s1600-h/DSC03553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436795212507761058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S3NgcL4RyaI/AAAAAAAAB4c/KuqKswM0PKc/s400/DSC03553.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although we have enjoyed staying here so far, Mom and I had a rough start. The first morning was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;brutal&lt;/span&gt; because Mom &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; locked us out of the apartment (before sunrise and while it was SNOWING). After seeking help from a sweet neighbor whom we just met and waiting for someone from the complex to let us in, we finally were able to get inside away from the wind and cold. After that unfortunate incident, Mom now has 2 new rules. First, she keeps the keys in the her jacket at all times. Second, if she has to put on a jacket, she also puts a jacket on me. I have never been so cold and could not stop shivering! Just seeing this pile of snow reminds me of that horrible morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S3Ngbu-D_YI/AAAAAAAAB4U/WGpHR3zY7yE/s1600-h/DSC03558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436795204747394434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S3Ngbu-D_YI/AAAAAAAAB4U/WGpHR3zY7yE/s400/DSC03558.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad, Mom and I have spent A LOT of time lying around underneath blankets, trying to stay warm. Thank you Great Grandmother for the electric blanket. I love it. We just can't seem to adjust to this cold weather, especially the wind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, how I dream about the sunny skies of California while snuggling up on the couch!&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/6953895967621982377-1484151777315596764?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1484151777315596764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-first-day-of-new-year-we-left.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/1484151777315596764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/1484151777315596764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-first-day-of-new-year-we-left.html' title='Settling in Pennsylvania'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S3NgdG0asvI/AAAAAAAAB40/UbocGNYxuRE/s72-c/DSC03550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-5889950986801680416</id><published>2009-12-30T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T17:54:32.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was so nice being able to celebrate Christmas with family, especially spending time with this little guy, Harrison, my only human cousin.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S29qq_CIJQI/AAAAAAAAB4M/BxMtXdPdZIE/s1600-h/DSC03494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435680561966884098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S29qq_CIJQI/AAAAAAAAB4M/BxMtXdPdZIE/s400/DSC03494.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas Eve, Harrison opened our Christmas gift to him, a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;miniature&lt;/span&gt; basketball goal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S29qquVaHmI/AAAAAAAAB4E/_Z2crGorAmo/s1600-h/DSC03505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435680557484351074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S29qquVaHmI/AAAAAAAAB4E/_Z2crGorAmo/s400/DSC03505.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think that it was a big hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S29qqAd92HI/AAAAAAAAB38/vcCLE1kVTAs/s1600-h/DSC03524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435680545172215922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S29qqAd92HI/AAAAAAAAB38/vcCLE1kVTAs/s400/DSC03524.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas Day, we went to Aunt Allison's and Uncle Mark's to see Harrison open his gifts from Santa Claus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S29qTFX3RLI/AAAAAAAAB30/a2AL9xiqaCk/s1600-h/IMG_5234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435680151351805106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S29qTFX3RLI/AAAAAAAAB30/a2AL9xiqaCk/s400/IMG_5234.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was so much fun seeing the excitement in Harrison's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S29qS7oUv_I/AAAAAAAAB3s/2x6qApYsNMk/s1600-h/IMG_5233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435680148736491506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S29qS7oUv_I/AAAAAAAAB3s/2x6qApYsNMk/s400/IMG_5233.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S29qSR0puDI/AAAAAAAAB3k/Y982i7qlKBg/s1600-h/IMG_5228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435680137513908274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S29qSR0puDI/AAAAAAAAB3k/Y982i7qlKBg/s400/IMG_5228.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He loved being the center of attention and we all enjoyed watching him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S29qBuBnO3I/AAAAAAAAB3c/-pxCzwVB3-U/s1600-h/IMG_5241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435679853026687858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S29qBuBnO3I/AAAAAAAAB3c/-pxCzwVB3-U/s400/IMG_5241.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I definitely watched him closely because he loved running up to me to pet me (and not so gently might I add).  I spent most of the time running from him, being on high alert whenever he was around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S29qBdStmEI/AAAAAAAAB3U/P5pZoVyG3Eo/s1600-h/DSC03490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435679848535005250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S29qBdStmEI/AAAAAAAAB3U/P5pZoVyG3Eo/s400/DSC03490.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I also met Milo, my new canine uncle, for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S29qBEqog_I/AAAAAAAAB3M/5dNRo_0UecY/s1600-h/DSC03546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435679841924449266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S29qBEqog_I/AAAAAAAAB3M/5dNRo_0UecY/s400/DSC03546.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He, too, liked to play with me.  But, he, unlike Harrison, took naps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S29pZwEGwbI/AAAAAAAAB3E/WimHl2h1Gqg/s1600-h/DSC03544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435679166379246002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S29pZwEGwbI/AAAAAAAAB3E/WimHl2h1Gqg/s400/DSC03544.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got lots of nice Christmas gifts, particularly clothes.  This sweater was from Axle and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dash's&lt;/span&gt; Mom, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Linnaea&lt;/span&gt;.  Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S29pZVyK8BI/AAAAAAAAB28/Sxg9iw2y0_c/s1600-h/DSC03536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435679159324700690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S29pZVyK8BI/AAAAAAAAB28/Sxg9iw2y0_c/s400/DSC03536.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also received some snow shoes, which I did not care for that much.  Rather than walking in them, I decided that it would be easier to just lie down.   Thank you Grandma and Grandpa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S29pZB0bv7I/AAAAAAAAB20/TB0ZzOVscWU/s1600-h/DSC03541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435679153965481906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S29pZB0bv7I/AAAAAAAAB20/TB0ZzOVscWU/s400/DSC03541.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I guess you are wondering why I received all of these winter clothes and accessories for Christmas.  Well, Mom, Dad and I will be temporarily moving to Pennsylvania as Dad is training for a new job.  &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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953895967621982377-5889950986801680416?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5889950986801680416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/5889950986801680416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/5889950986801680416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-2009.html' title='Christmas 2009'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S29qq_CIJQI/AAAAAAAAB4M/BxMtXdPdZIE/s72-c/DSC03494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-2136132571772921249</id><published>2009-12-22T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T16:56:53.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heading Home - Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before driving to Little Rock, Arkansas, Mom and Dad visited the Oklahoma City National Memorial in Oklahoma.  It is the largest memorial of its kind in the United States and honors the victims, survivors and rescuers affected by the bombing of the Alfred P. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Murrah&lt;/span&gt; Federal Building on April 19. 1995.  Although it was a sad place to visit, this memorial was also uplifting and inspiring.  The memorial portrays how people came together during this unforeseen crisis, helping others in their time of need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S29SbJtK6II/AAAAAAAAB2s/vxQKZ4-uuTw/s1600-h/DSC03455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435653901674801282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S29SbJtK6II/AAAAAAAAB2s/vxQKZ4-uuTw/s400/DSC03455.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pictured above is what is left of the exterior wall of the Alfred P. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Murrah&lt;/span&gt; Federal Building due to the extensive damage caused by the bombing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S29Sa2U-KAI/AAAAAAAAB2k/4f8TcLNA6LA/s1600-h/DSC03459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435653896473028610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S29Sa2U-KAI/AAAAAAAAB2k/4f8TcLNA6LA/s400/DSC03459.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A chain link fence was placed by the bombing to protect the site from damage and visitors from injury. This fence stood for more than four years and became famous itself, with visitors leaving stuffed animals, poems, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;keychains&lt;/span&gt;, and other items there as tributes.  Visitors still leave small items along and in the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S29Samrx01I/AAAAAAAAB2c/_Fv8Rc28kWU/s1600-h/DSC03464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435653892273722194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S29Samrx01I/AAAAAAAAB2c/_Fv8Rc28kWU/s400/DSC03464.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On a corner adjacent to the memorial is a sculpture of Jesus weeping erected by a church that once stood at this site prior to the bombing.  It is based upon John 11:35, "Jesus wept." over his friend's Lazarus death.  St. Joseph's Catholic Church, one of the first brick and mortar churches in the city, was almost completely destroyed by the blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also pictured above is one of the two Gates of Time.  The bombing occurred at 9:02 am.  Time stamps - 9:01 representing the last moments of peace and 9:03 representing the first moments of recovery - are inscribed on the interior of the monument, facing each other and the Reflecting Pool.  The outside of each gate bears this inscription: We come here to remember Those who were killed, those who survived and those changed forever. May all who leave here know the impact of violence. May this memorial offer comfort, strength, peace, hope and serenity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S29SAsvPrXI/AAAAAAAAB2U/2FvV3Z1WTl8/s1600-h/DSC03466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435653447222275442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S29SAsvPrXI/AAAAAAAAB2U/2FvV3Z1WTl8/s400/DSC03466.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the Reflecting Pool, a thin layer of water flowing over polished black granite.  Visitors who see their reflection in this pool are seeing "a face of a person changed by domestic terrorism."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S29R_zTJHtI/AAAAAAAAB2M/sRPSUHPWzoI/s1600-h/DSC03473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435653431803584210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S29R_zTJHtI/AAAAAAAAB2M/sRPSUHPWzoI/s400/DSC03473.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the Field of Empty Chairs, where there are 168 hand-crafted chairs made of glass and bronze.  Each chair represents one of the 168 people who lost their lives in the tragedy, symbolizing their empty chair at their families dinner tables.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19 smaller chairs represent the children who were killed in the bombing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S29R_XN2a2I/AAAAAAAAB2E/Qk54qdaPPfE/s1600-h/DSC03485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435653424265194338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S29R_XN2a2I/AAAAAAAAB2E/Qk54qdaPPfE/s400/DSC03485.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After recalling the tragedy of the bombing that took place in Oklahoma City in 1995, Mom and Dad needed a little pick me up and lunch before getting back on the road again.  So, they went to Toby Keith's I Love this Bar and Grill restaurant.  They had a good lunch in this fun atmosphere and then drove to Little Rock, Arkansas.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow we plan to be home by late afternoon.  I am so glad that we are able to be home for the holidays!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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/6953895967621982377-2136132571772921249?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2136132571772921249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/12/heading-home-day-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/2136132571772921249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/2136132571772921249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/12/heading-home-day-4.html' title='Heading Home - Day 4'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S29SbJtK6II/AAAAAAAAB2s/vxQKZ4-uuTw/s72-c/DSC03455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-7397440595168186834</id><published>2009-12-21T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T16:42:21.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heading Home - Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24K5pkhLfI/AAAAAAAAByc/DHNcyp7Qb-g/s1600-h/IMG_5275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435293785810611698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24K5pkhLfI/AAAAAAAAByc/DHNcyp7Qb-g/s400/IMG_5275.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today we drove from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Albuquerque&lt;/span&gt;, New Mexico to Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. Nothing exciting happening - just a very long car ride. We are all tired and ready for bed.&lt;br /&gt;Good night! Sleep tight! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953895967621982377-7397440595168186834?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7397440595168186834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/12/heading-home-day-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/7397440595168186834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/7397440595168186834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/12/heading-home-day-3.html' title='Heading Home - Day 3'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S24K5pkhLfI/AAAAAAAAByc/DHNcyp7Qb-g/s72-c/IMG_5275.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-6901412142197522049</id><published>2009-12-20T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T16:44:07.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heading Home - Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was a fun-filled day with lots of sightseeing. We all needed a day to somewhat relax and enjoy nature after being cooped up in the car all day yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S2t0NHUpbhI/AAAAAAAAByU/rWtSrFZQqqU/s1600-h/IMG_5092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434565144005406226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S2t0NHUpbhI/AAAAAAAAByU/rWtSrFZQqqU/s400/IMG_5092.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Traveling down Interstate 40, we stopped at the Petrified Forest National Park, consisting of 90,000 acres of huge trees that have turned into stone and multi-colored Badlands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S2todR5MYMI/AAAAAAAAByM/lj7tVvjLjJU/s1600-h/DSC03438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434552227581419714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S2todR5MYMI/AAAAAAAAByM/lj7tVvjLjJU/s400/DSC03438.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinosaurs walked among these trees as they stood above them millions of years ago.&lt;br /&gt;During that time, these trees grew in rain forests as much as 100 miles away and floated down to this area during flash floods via streams that suddenly formed during the heavy rainfall. The logs were covered with volcanic ash and other heavy sediments, sealing the trees from the atmosphere so rapidly that they did not have a chance to decay. Over time, these huge logs turned into stones! As passed time, erosion occurred and the petrified woods were revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S2toc3c3CbI/AAAAAAAAByE/XlHideTcQN8/s1600-h/DSC03423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434552220483258802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S2toc3c3CbI/AAAAAAAAByE/XlHideTcQN8/s400/DSC03423.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Mom and Dad beside this giant fallen trees out in this desert land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S2toOlx2bAI/AAAAAAAABx8/R3FNVE85TLQ/s1600-h/DSC03434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434551975221292034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S2toOlx2bAI/AAAAAAAABx8/R3FNVE85TLQ/s400/DSC03434.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pictured below is an up close look at a tree that turned into stone. Each piece of the petrified wood was unique because of its various colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S2toNpKWm1I/AAAAAAAABxs/yIxD0OOrYCs/s1600-h/IMG_5133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434551958949501778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S2toNpKWm1I/AAAAAAAABxs/yIxD0OOrYCs/s400/IMG_5133.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom kept getting out of the car to walk on the trials but Dad was ready to get further down the road, trying not to get off schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S2toNYTKwCI/AAAAAAAABxk/Evbr_KXMUUk/s1600-h/IMG_5137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434551954423070754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S2toNYTKwCI/AAAAAAAABxk/Evbr_KXMUUk/s400/IMG_5137.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More photo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;opps&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S2toM9I9bQI/AAAAAAAABxc/bdxbWd7kY40/s1600-h/IMG_5154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434551947132497154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S2toM9I9bQI/AAAAAAAABxc/bdxbWd7kY40/s400/IMG_5154.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can tell I am not amused with the Petrified National Forest. If you have seen one dead tree, you have seen them all. And, the desert is not much to look at either - its just barren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S2tnsi8M-YI/AAAAAAAABxU/22_Oof1td3Y/s1600-h/IMG_5157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434551390343854466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S2tnsi8M-YI/AAAAAAAABxU/22_Oof1td3Y/s400/IMG_5157.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A portion of the historic Route 66 runs through this national park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S2tnsS04TPI/AAAAAAAABxM/7PezLFo5eMY/s1600-h/IMG_5166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434551386018172146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S2tnsS04TPI/AAAAAAAABxM/7PezLFo5eMY/s400/IMG_5166.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Some one's&lt;/span&gt; car broke down (years ago) and Dad tried to help them out to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came my favorite part - the Painted Desert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S2tnr7UgvFI/AAAAAAAABxE/2qIv-b7TWGg/s1600-h/IMG_5169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434551379708394578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S2tnr7UgvFI/AAAAAAAABxE/2qIv-b7TWGg/s400/IMG_5169.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The pink hues were beautiful against the blue sky (but then again, anything is pretty after looking at the desert for two days straight).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S2tnruK9lYI/AAAAAAAABw8/D2yjZzmc2Xg/s1600-h/IMG_5174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434551376178681218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S2tnruK9lYI/AAAAAAAABw8/D2yjZzmc2Xg/s400/IMG_5174.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We spent the night in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Albuquerque&lt;/span&gt; New Mexico, resting up to face another long day on the road.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953895967621982377-6901412142197522049?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6901412142197522049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-was-fun-filled-day-with-lots-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/6901412142197522049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/6901412142197522049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-was-fun-filled-day-with-lots-of.html' title='Heading Home - Day 2'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S2t0NHUpbhI/AAAAAAAAByU/rWtSrFZQqqU/s72-c/IMG_5092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-8920689016891163041</id><published>2009-12-19T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T17:48:53.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heading Home - Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;After Mom and Dad loaded up the cars with all of our belongings, I found myself here in my "apartment".  We spent Friday night in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bakersfield&lt;/span&gt;, CA, trying to get a head start on our long journey across country.  Mom wants to be home for Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S2oktHMwdjI/AAAAAAAABws/tNmWn91-GGY/s1600-h/DSC03407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434196257821193778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S2oktHMwdjI/AAAAAAAABws/tNmWn91-GGY/s400/DSC03407.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday, we drove and then drove and then drove some more across the Mojave Desert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BORING!  There is nothing in the desert and I do mean nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S2okhmxWvpI/AAAAAAAABwk/09_vJ1ustTM/s1600-h/DSC03403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434196060137766546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S2okhmxWvpI/AAAAAAAABwk/09_vJ1ustTM/s400/DSC03403.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we entered Arizona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is the only state sign Mom captured on camera, which is sad considering we went through a grand total of 9 states!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S2okhcoNxUI/AAAAAAAABwc/VgFJBhVwadI/s1600-h/DSC03411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434196057415075138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S2okhcoNxUI/AAAAAAAABwc/VgFJBhVwadI/s400/DSC03411.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We spent the night in Flagstaff AZ which was covered with snow.  How ironic spending most of the day in the desert and then facing snow at nightfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S2okg1UvJXI/AAAAAAAABwU/NzM5yW8vNuc/s1600-h/DSC03414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434196046864393586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S2okg1UvJXI/AAAAAAAABwU/NzM5yW8vNuc/s400/DSC03414.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have to get a good night's rest because we face a busy day tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night!&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/6953895967621982377-8920689016891163041?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8920689016891163041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/12/heading-home-day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/8920689016891163041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/8920689016891163041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/12/heading-home-day-1.html' title='Heading Home - Day 1'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S2oktHMwdjI/AAAAAAAABws/tNmWn91-GGY/s72-c/DSC03407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-5016120299903258181</id><published>2009-12-18T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T18:25:57.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing Up and Moving Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S0_J9QKU-AI/AAAAAAAABwM/A6MlFrHCyq8/s1600-h/DSC03354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426778130152224770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S0_J9QKU-AI/AAAAAAAABwM/A6MlFrHCyq8/s400/DSC03354.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, with Dad graduating, our time in California has come to an end, which is bittersweet.  Mom is excited to be able to come home to Alabama for the holidays but is sad to leave &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lodi&lt;/span&gt;, CA.  It is always difficult to say goodbye to friends, co-workers and classmates.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S0_J9CmvlcI/AAAAAAAABwE/ZZgoL7rHm-A/s1600-h/DSC03372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426778126513313218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S0_J9CmvlcI/AAAAAAAABwE/ZZgoL7rHm-A/s400/DSC03372.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have enjoyed living in the small town of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lodi&lt;/span&gt; for the past 6 months.  (Although, I will not miss the fog, which is becoming more and more prevalent as the winter progresses.)  Mom and Dad will miss eating at a few of the local restaurants downtown, such as a great little Italian restaurant called &lt;a href="http://www.pietroslodi.com/"&gt;Pietro's&lt;/a&gt; and a local brewery that serves fantastic hamburgers, &lt;a href="http://www.lodibeercompany.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lodi&lt;/span&gt; Beer Company&lt;/a&gt;.  I will also miss going to the farmer's market with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Linnaea&lt;/span&gt;, Axle and Dash.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lodi&lt;/span&gt; is just a unique town surrounded by wineries and vineyards in the valley of California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S0_J8tQa-jI/AAAAAAAABv8/r_XLzF-D1qI/s1600-h/DSC03370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426778120782543410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S0_J8tQa-jI/AAAAAAAABv8/r_XLzF-D1qI/s400/DSC03370.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom will also miss her current job, in particularly her co-workers and patients.  She will not miss her hour commute but she will miss seeing the sunrise during her drive to work.  Watching the sun come up in the morning just helps put everything in perspective and realize just how small you are in this big world.  California has HUGE skies, particularly in the valley where the land is nothing but flat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S0_J8QV-MtI/AAAAAAAABv0/NqclErOmtsw/s1600-h/DSC03364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426778113021194962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S0_J8QV-MtI/AAAAAAAABv0/NqclErOmtsw/s400/DSC03364.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S0_Jim6WPOI/AAAAAAAABvs/x69x17Anpfg/s1600-h/DSC03362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426777672402746594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S0_Jim6WPOI/AAAAAAAABvs/x69x17Anpfg/s400/DSC03362.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Mom's last day, her co-workers gave her a nice pot luck luncheon as a farewell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S0_JiCHTV6I/AAAAAAAABvk/AQl8g9Isl5I/s1600-h/DSC03363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426777662524970914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S0_JiCHTV6I/AAAAAAAABvk/AQl8g9Isl5I/s400/DSC03363.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S0_JhwcZQeI/AAAAAAAABvc/TzfFLiY83p0/s1600-h/DSC03369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426777657781600738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S0_JhwcZQeI/AAAAAAAABvc/TzfFLiY83p0/s400/DSC03369.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think that they were actually a little sad to see Mom go and I believe the feeling was mutual.  Mom sure did enjoy working here at this well run, large nursing home with a great rehab staff.  Although Mom was always busy with lots to do at work, everyone had fun working together with the patients and their best interests in mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6953895967621982377-5016120299903258181?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5016120299903258181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/12/packing-up-and-moving-out.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/5016120299903258181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/5016120299903258181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/12/packing-up-and-moving-out.html' title='Packing Up and Moving Out'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S0_J9QKU-AI/AAAAAAAABwM/A6MlFrHCyq8/s72-c/DSC03354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-742243872854106050</id><published>2009-12-18T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T17:30:26.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S0_CCH3IvhI/AAAAAAAABvU/nakL9tA5U5A/s1600-h/DSC03394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426769417730571794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S0_CCH3IvhI/AAAAAAAABvU/nakL9tA5U5A/s400/DSC03394.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today is a very special day.  Dad graduated from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wyotech&lt;/span&gt;, an automotive tech school that he has been attending for the past 9 months.  The 1st 6 months of his training focused on automotive technology and the last 3 addressed light duty diesel.  Dad has enjoyed his experience, learned a lot about cars and diesel trucks, and meet some new friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S0_CB5ruR8I/AAAAAAAABvM/I8CktcBWLxI/s1600-h/DSC03373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426769413924603842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S0_CB5ruR8I/AAAAAAAABvM/I8CktcBWLxI/s400/DSC03373.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Dad and two of his classmates, Miguel from Sacramento and Tyson from Arkansas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S0_Bta8HSmI/AAAAAAAABvE/2_3aVOtyqSk/s1600-h/DSC03395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426769062074468962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S0_Bta8HSmI/AAAAAAAABvE/2_3aVOtyqSk/s400/DSC03395.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S0_BtDw4qQI/AAAAAAAABu8/Ta8bJUZ1uL8/s1600-h/DSC03402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426769055853357314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S0_BtDw4qQI/AAAAAAAABu8/Ta8bJUZ1uL8/s400/DSC03402.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Dad with two of his light duty diesel instructors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S0_BsrWnssI/AAAAAAAABu0/SFU7aR8B74U/s1600-h/DSC03399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426769049300742850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S0_BsrWnssI/AAAAAAAABu0/SFU7aR8B74U/s400/DSC03399.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad not only &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; his diploma but also an award for being the most outstanding student runner up in the automotive department of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wyotech&lt;/span&gt;.   Mom and Dad enjoyed the graduation ceremony where about 100 students participated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6953895967621982377-742243872854106050?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/742243872854106050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/12/graduation-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/742243872854106050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/742243872854106050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/12/graduation-day.html' title='Graduation Day!'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/S0_CCH3IvhI/AAAAAAAABvU/nakL9tA5U5A/s72-c/DSC03394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-5361745866479180000</id><published>2009-12-11T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T23:17:04.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>San Jose CA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;While Dad went to school on yet another Saturday, Mom and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Linnaea&lt;/span&gt; decided to go to San Jose for the day last weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyMnmDu0gDI/AAAAAAAABus/Jz-Li-CXgNU/s1600-h/DSC03272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414214711819665458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyMnmDu0gDI/AAAAAAAABus/Jz-Li-CXgNU/s400/DSC03272.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First, they went to Santana Row, a popular outside mall, to do a little Christmas window shopping. The area was decked out for the holiday season. The mixture of palm trees and Christmas trees makes me smile because they just sort of look funny together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For lunch, they ate at &lt;a href="http://www.rouxkitchen.com/"&gt;Roux &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Louisiana&lt;/span&gt; Kitchen&lt;/a&gt;. Mom and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Linnaea&lt;/span&gt; thoroughly enjoyed their seafood gumbo and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;po'boys&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyMnlrqXZwI/AAAAAAAABuk/JnzslsjG_Bs/s1600-h/DSC03270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414214705358530306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyMnlrqXZwI/AAAAAAAABuk/JnzslsjG_Bs/s400/DSC03270.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next on the list was to see the &lt;a href="http://www.winchestermysteryhouse.com/"&gt;Winchester Mystery House&lt;/a&gt;. Mom has been wanting to visit this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unusual&lt;/span&gt; home after hearing about it from a co-worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyMnZelrp2I/AAAAAAAABuc/GA6z9204A5Q/s1600-h/DSC03313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414214495690794850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyMnZelrp2I/AAAAAAAABuc/GA6z9204A5Q/s400/DSC03313.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This unique mansion includes many outstanding elements of Victorian architecture and fine craftsmanship along with some bizarre features such as a staircase leading straight to the ceiling and doors opening onto blank walls. One door opens outward to an eight foot drop off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyMnYyt1V2I/AAAAAAAABuU/NxHh2o2wJHc/s1600-h/DSC03274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414214483913824098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyMnYyt1V2I/AAAAAAAABuU/NxHh2o2wJHc/s400/DSC03274.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Construction on this home began in 1884 and continued nonstop 24 hours a day for 38 years until Mrs. Sarah Winchester died in 1922 at the age of 82. This continual building and remodeling created a 160 room structure with 6 kitchens, 13 bathrooms, 40 stairways, 47 fireplaces and 10,000 windows, costing a grand total of 5.5 million dollars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyMnYKdx0kI/AAAAAAAABuM/uUY2yBKADt4/s1600-h/DSC03299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414214473109066306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyMnYKdx0kI/AAAAAAAABuM/uUY2yBKADt4/s400/DSC03299.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I asked Mom two questions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why did Mrs. Winchester build such a ridiculously large home?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After the death of her baby daughter and her husband dying from tuberculosis, Mrs. Winchester believed that continuous building would appease the evil spirits and help her attain eternal life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;How could she afford it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When her husband, the son of the Winchester Rifle manufacturer, passed away, she inherited 20 million dollars cash immediately plus she earned an additional thousand dollars a day for the rest of her life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyMm6MwuO2I/AAAAAAAABuE/44hEXdWyheQ/s1600-h/DSC03285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414213958329318242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyMm6MwuO2I/AAAAAAAABuE/44hEXdWyheQ/s400/DSC03285.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;However, all of this money could not buy her common sense. There are lots of beautiful stained glass windows throughout the house, several purchased from Tiffany's of New York. The most expensive of these windows was placed on the North side of the home, never receiving direct sunlight. And, during her building frenzy, Mrs. Winchester had a new portion of the home built in front of this window, blocking all sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyMm5claJSI/AAAAAAAABt8/wZRPd3jwsWU/s1600-h/DSC03295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414213945396962594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyMm5claJSI/AAAAAAAABt8/wZRPd3jwsWU/s400/DSC03295.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also, all of this money could not buy her friends. These $3,000 European front doors did not welcomed ANY guests into her home.  Theodore Roosevelt knew Mr. Winchester and came to visit Mrs. Winchester unexpectedly. When one of her workers asked him to use the servant's entrance, not recognizing him, the President was so offended that he decided not to visit her at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyMm5DrGabI/AAAAAAAABt0/Z6VnSnKEN58/s1600-h/DSC03303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414213938709948850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyMm5DrGabI/AAAAAAAABt0/Z6VnSnKEN58/s400/DSC03303.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could you imagine having this huge home with no one to enjoy it with?  Mrs. Winchester's niece lived with her and her servants and workers were around - but still. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a lonely life that must have been!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyMmlFRFvUI/AAAAAAAABts/3tcmTEXTTIE/s1600-h/DSC03302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414213595540340034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyMmlFRFvUI/AAAAAAAABts/3tcmTEXTTIE/s400/DSC03302.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last but not least, Mom and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Linnaea&lt;/span&gt; went to the &lt;a href="http://www.egyptianmuseum.org/"&gt;Rosicrucian Egyptian &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Museum&lt;/span&gt; and Planetarium&lt;/a&gt;. This museum houses the largest collection of Egyptian artifacts on exhibit in the western North America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyMmk4W4bWI/AAAAAAAABtk/JipKVb-xRcY/s1600-h/DSC03339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414213592074972514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyMmk4W4bWI/AAAAAAAABtk/JipKVb-xRcY/s400/DSC03339.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here they learned about how &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Egyptians&lt;/span&gt; were one of the first civilization to develop ways of writing. Initially, they inscribed certain &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;characters&lt;/span&gt; on soft clay tablets or bricks and baked them in order to document &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;religious&lt;/span&gt; writings, receipts or medical texts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyMmkEm1yyI/AAAAAAAABtc/XDzwSbC7Dp4/s1600-h/DSC03327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414213578183265058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyMmkEm1yyI/AAAAAAAABtc/XDzwSbC7Dp4/s400/DSC03327.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then, they came up with a way to make paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyMmFdXh1bI/AAAAAAAABtU/x77gRolHsRs/s1600-h/DSC03329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414213052253984178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyMmFdXh1bI/AAAAAAAABtU/x77gRolHsRs/s400/DSC03329.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Egyptians&lt;/span&gt; developed these "stamps" used as an official signature to prove that documents were genuine. Rolling this cylinder with your family seal across a piece of paper would be the same as signing it. This was often used as a way to mark one's property or placed on jars or containers to guard against theft or tampering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyMmE_brMII/AAAAAAAABtM/vk0WDBN63hA/s1600-h/DSC03332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414213044218310786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyMmE_brMII/AAAAAAAABtM/vk0WDBN63hA/s400/DSC03332.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Egyptians&lt;/span&gt;, like Mrs. Sarah Winchester, spent a lot of time and energy focusing on their afterlife and warding off evil spirits while trying to please gods and goddesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyMmEjLcbiI/AAAAAAAABtE/0NTFqWVxnKc/s1600-h/DSC03316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414213036634041890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyMmEjLcbiI/AAAAAAAABtE/0NTFqWVxnKc/s400/DSC03316.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Upper class women often had gazelles as pets and hand fed them. Their family members would place the beloved animal in these women's tombs to keep them company during their afterlife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyMlcuOjveI/AAAAAAAABs8/Ij6ffecrIEw/s1600-h/DSC03335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414212352405126626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyMlcuOjveI/AAAAAAAABs8/Ij6ffecrIEw/s400/DSC03335.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The jackal god, pictured below, was also placed in some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Egyptians&lt;/span&gt; tomb for protection and to ensure successful passage to the afterlife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyMlcJe0BNI/AAAAAAAABs0/R13hevO02yY/s1600-h/DSC03337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414212342541190354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyMlcJe0BNI/AAAAAAAABs0/R13hevO02yY/s400/DSC03337.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think that this god resembles a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sight hound&lt;/span&gt;! What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyMlbjUrRPI/AAAAAAAABss/q7eaQvBu3-g/s1600-h/DSC02045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414212332298126578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyMlbjUrRPI/AAAAAAAABss/q7eaQvBu3-g/s400/DSC02045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All of Mom and Dad's adventures sure have taught me a lot of things while we have been out in California. Maybe I can get a job as being a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tour guide&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953895967621982377-5361745866479180000?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5361745866479180000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/12/san-jose-ca.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/5361745866479180000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/5361745866479180000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/12/san-jose-ca.html' title='San Jose CA'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyMnmDu0gDI/AAAAAAAABus/Jz-Li-CXgNU/s72-c/DSC03272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-5406340517768492261</id><published>2009-12-01T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T22:12:01.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Weekend Get-A-Way - Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyHY8ZO2EgI/AAAAAAAABsk/WyJIE1_lZPM/s1600-h/DSC03238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413846759152947714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyHY8ZO2EgI/AAAAAAAABsk/WyJIE1_lZPM/s400/DSC03238.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next morning, we woke up to this on our windshield!  Seeing everything covered in white was beautiful but not much fun to walk in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyHYdSElLEI/AAAAAAAABsc/HGRXK0FMjzQ/s1600-h/DSC03178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413846224654904386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyHYdSElLEI/AAAAAAAABsc/HGRXK0FMjzQ/s400/DSC03178.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If it were up to me, I would have stayed put in my nice warm cozy bed.&lt;br /&gt;But, this was a special day because it's Dad's 32&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; birthday!&lt;br /&gt;It was time to rise and shine and celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyHYcZrQmwI/AAAAAAAABsM/Bj6gPlm7wig/s1600-h/DSC03180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413846209516313346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyHYcZrQmwI/AAAAAAAABsM/Bj6gPlm7wig/s400/DSC03180.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy birthday Dad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyHYb5guvHI/AAAAAAAABsE/4TMdGrNe0z4/s1600-h/DSC03189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413846200882216050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyHYb5guvHI/AAAAAAAABsE/4TMdGrNe0z4/s400/DSC03189.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyHX-AyYxKI/AAAAAAAABr8/sNEXnYEkLI0/s1600-h/DSC03190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413845687439246498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyHX-AyYxKI/AAAAAAAABr8/sNEXnYEkLI0/s400/DSC03190.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We all know how Mom likes to "document" everything by taking pictures of us in the snow.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As if you can't tell by my facial expression, I was not happy SITTING in that COLD snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyHX9h4hnyI/AAAAAAAABr0/wqRvM6xVWu0/s1600-h/DSC03196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413845679143493410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyHX9h4hnyI/AAAAAAAABr0/wqRvM6xVWu0/s400/DSC03196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We continued on our little excursion of driving around Lake Tahoe and found ourselves crossing over into Nevada for a little while.  Once we crossed the Nevada state line, casinos &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;appeared&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyHX9AjsGyI/AAAAAAAABrs/p27FZkpogXE/s1600-h/DSC03205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413845670197730082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyHX9AjsGyI/AAAAAAAABrs/p27FZkpogXE/s400/DSC03205.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We welcomed the clear blue sunny skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyHXMFil4DI/AAAAAAAABrk/PPenulQ_zus/s1600-h/IMG_5021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413844829721714738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyHXMFil4DI/AAAAAAAABrk/PPenulQ_zus/s400/IMG_5021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and enjoyed looking at this clear blue water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyHXLm71QoI/AAAAAAAABrc/x1tNFgxGTIg/s1600-h/IMG_5032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413844821506081410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyHXLm71QoI/AAAAAAAABrc/x1tNFgxGTIg/s400/IMG_5032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For a brief moment, this turquoise water lead you to believe that you were on a warm tropical island.  Then the cold wind would blow up the snow and bring you back to reality.  At least the sun was shining, which was most appreciated especially after the snowfall the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyHXLNdi3hI/AAAAAAAABrU/OQ6CI377NkE/s1600-h/IMG_5042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413844814668160530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyHXLNdi3hI/AAAAAAAABrU/OQ6CI377NkE/s400/IMG_5042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's Mom at Memorial Point, enjoying walking on the trails and the magnificent views.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyHW5WLYAvI/AAAAAAAABrM/Yi5cJ2Ot0x0/s1600-h/IMG_5052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413844507770225394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyHW5WLYAvI/AAAAAAAABrM/Yi5cJ2Ot0x0/s400/IMG_5052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then, we went to Sand Harbor, a part of the Lake Tahoe-Nevada State Park.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was ironic seeing snow in the footprints in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyHW5FGN8WI/AAAAAAAABrE/td6sX00ckT8/s1600-h/IMG_5061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413844503185191266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyHW5FGN8WI/AAAAAAAABrE/td6sX00ckT8/s400/IMG_5061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The scenery was breathtaking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyHW4gZNPQI/AAAAAAAABq8/KoIFVUXR_G8/s1600-h/IMG_5066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413844493332724994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyHW4gZNPQI/AAAAAAAABq8/KoIFVUXR_G8/s400/IMG_5066.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyHWIK1DBmI/AAAAAAAABq0/y_fSnTaZ1us/s1600-h/IMG_5078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413843662910195298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyHWIK1DBmI/AAAAAAAABq0/y_fSnTaZ1us/s400/IMG_5078.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you do not want to see any more rocks in front of water with some mountains and trees in the background, then you should just stop reading this post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyHWHkrSwZI/AAAAAAAABqs/-A3vtVImpsQ/s1600-h/DSC03209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413843652668735890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyHWHkrSwZI/AAAAAAAABqs/-A3vtVImpsQ/s400/DSC03209.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyHWHE3DPKI/AAAAAAAABqk/J_jVGrZ3wyc/s1600-h/DSC03221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413843644128115874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyHWHE3DPKI/AAAAAAAABqk/J_jVGrZ3wyc/s400/DSC03221.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've said it before and I will say it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can anyone see something so beautiful and unique and say there is no God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyHVxljM0_I/AAAAAAAABqc/1xOhVynkmjQ/s1600-h/DSC03226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413843274946106354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyHVxljM0_I/AAAAAAAABqc/1xOhVynkmjQ/s400/DSC03226.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyHVxCz5_qI/AAAAAAAABqU/w0uPNLDvEG8/s1600-h/DSC03230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413843265620934306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyHVxCz5_qI/AAAAAAAABqU/w0uPNLDvEG8/s400/DSC03230.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyHVwjKl37I/AAAAAAAABqM/bXd-jHz-8Zg/s1600-h/IMG_5090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413843257126150066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyHVwjKl37I/AAAAAAAABqM/bXd-jHz-8Zg/s400/IMG_5090.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We all had a great time enjoying God's nature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyHUJkQsDDI/AAAAAAAABqE/9hUXqeJJvJw/s1600-h/DSC03243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413841487893630002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyHUJkQsDDI/AAAAAAAABqE/9hUXqeJJvJw/s400/DSC03243.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, it got even colder as the wind kept blowing up the snow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was ready to go home and get warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyHUJA7fS3I/AAAAAAAABp8/NJ4p5lEKjJU/s1600-h/DSC03263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413841478409472882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyHUJA7fS3I/AAAAAAAABp8/NJ4p5lEKjJU/s400/DSC03263.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even the ducks were contemplating getting in this frigid water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyHUIqsxttI/AAAAAAAABp0/NRXIcu-S1ps/s1600-h/DSC03268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413841472442185426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyHUIqsxttI/AAAAAAAABp0/NRXIcu-S1ps/s400/DSC03268.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Unfortunately, this was all of the ski trails Mom and Dad got to see.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was time to go home.  I hope that Dad had a great birthday in Lake Tahoe but even the best of celebrations have to end.&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&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953895967621982377-5406340517768492261?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5406340517768492261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving-weekend-get-way-day-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/5406340517768492261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/5406340517768492261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving-weekend-get-way-day-2.html' title='Thanksgiving Weekend Get-A-Way - Day 2'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyHY8ZO2EgI/AAAAAAAABsk/WyJIE1_lZPM/s72-c/DSC03238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-3197261606805691217</id><published>2009-11-30T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T22:31:57.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Weekend Get-A-Way - Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom and Dad have been wanting to go to Lake Tahoe every since they have been in California.  What a better time to go for Thanksgiving and to celebrate Dad's birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, they packed up some things, including me, and drove to the mountains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyCGM9VOe3I/AAAAAAAABps/yJgBViKVDcQ/s1600-h/DSC03112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413474309279480690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyCGM9VOe3I/AAAAAAAABps/yJgBViKVDcQ/s400/DSC03112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As we drove to the Sierra Nevada mountains, the temperature dropped tremendously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyCGMZAoQ4I/AAAAAAAABpk/2azbxdOJT5s/s1600-h/DSC03116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413474299529413506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyCGMZAoQ4I/AAAAAAAABpk/2azbxdOJT5s/s400/DSC03116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When we reached Lake Tahoe, it was snowing so much that we were unable to enjoy the views of this "Lake of the Sky", named by the Native Americans.  Lake Tahoe is the largest alpine lake in North America and the second-deepest lake in the United States.  Its depth is 1,645 feet.  Don't you know that the water is COLD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyCGL2OASII/AAAAAAAABpc/u4fWEwbrvRE/s1600-h/IMG_4971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413474290190272642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyCGL2OASII/AAAAAAAABpc/u4fWEwbrvRE/s400/IMG_4971.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyCF8oi6REI/AAAAAAAABpU/GyizY-kqFL4/s1600-h/IMG_4976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413474028821824578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyCF8oi6REI/AAAAAAAABpU/GyizY-kqFL4/s400/IMG_4976.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom endured the frigid weather while walking around trying to catch a glimpse of the lake through the thick clouds.  Emerald Bay's Inspiration Point is one of the most photographed places in the world.  And, of course, it was hazy that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyCF8H4Mc8I/AAAAAAAABpM/657dWHo5Mw4/s1600-h/IMG_4982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413474020052726722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyCF8H4Mc8I/AAAAAAAABpM/657dWHo5Mw4/s400/IMG_4982.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These kids loved sledding in the snow.  The cold temperatures did not even phase them.  Now, their parents - different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyCF7hmkxsI/AAAAAAAABpE/sLX_8b4TqOc/s1600-h/IMG_4993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413474009778276034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyCF7hmkxsI/AAAAAAAABpE/sLX_8b4TqOc/s400/IMG_4993.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The sun tried to peek out through the clouds but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyCFrXPVKXI/AAAAAAAABo8/Bqrl0f07HEE/s1600-h/IMG_5001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413473732118522226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyCFrXPVKXI/AAAAAAAABo8/Bqrl0f07HEE/s400/IMG_5001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If the weather was permitting, Mom and Dad would have enjoyed sitting on this bench looking at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fannette&lt;/span&gt; Island, the only island in Lake Tahoe.  Instead, Dad and I stayed in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyCFq2drfLI/AAAAAAAABo0/-IFgmk9SGw4/s1600-h/DSC03142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413473723320335538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyCFq2drfLI/AAAAAAAABo0/-IFgmk9SGw4/s400/DSC03142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That night, we stayed in Tahoe City.  It was a nice town with lots of shops overlooking the lake.&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad enjoyed window shopping and eating at a little Italian restaurant suggested by one of the locals.  Mom said that Tahoe City reminded her of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gatlinburg&lt;/span&gt; but on a much smaller scale with less tourists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyCFqTwHG0I/AAAAAAAABos/_dmph8zMw-k/s1600-h/IMG_5007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413473714002402114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyCFqTwHG0I/AAAAAAAABos/_dmph8zMw-k/s400/IMG_5007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyCFQCievkI/AAAAAAAABok/ZzsGG9sFtko/s1600-h/DSC03157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413473262705229378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyCFQCievkI/AAAAAAAABok/ZzsGG9sFtko/s400/DSC03157.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyCFP0KJzAI/AAAAAAAABoc/qWHNFqBnYg8/s1600-h/DSC03160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413473258845096962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyCFP0KJzAI/AAAAAAAABoc/qWHNFqBnYg8/s400/DSC03160.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As it got darker, it got even cooler. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyCFPUCxFHI/AAAAAAAABoU/ErpN-3QQni0/s1600-h/DSC03171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413473250224182386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyCFPUCxFHI/AAAAAAAABoU/ErpN-3QQni0/s400/DSC03171.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And, I got a new sweater!&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953895967621982377-3197261606805691217?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3197261606805691217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-weekend-get-way-day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/3197261606805691217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/3197261606805691217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-weekend-get-way-day-1.html' title='Thanksgiving Weekend Get-A-Way - Day 1'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SyCGM9VOe3I/AAAAAAAABps/yJgBViKVDcQ/s72-c/DSC03112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-3444622683811778056</id><published>2009-11-26T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:12:11.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sx3fV2HQCQI/AAAAAAAABno/yFghEfpnEsg/s1600-h/DSC03108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412727893565376770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sx3fV2HQCQI/AAAAAAAABno/yFghEfpnEsg/s400/DSC03108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This Thanksgiving was a little different than normal.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As Mom was working, Dad, Axle and I just hung out while Dash and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Linnaea&lt;/span&gt; went to visit her family for the holiday.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eat lots of turkey for me!&lt;br /&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/6953895967621982377-3444622683811778056?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3444622683811778056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/3444622683811778056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/3444622683811778056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sx3fV2HQCQI/AAAAAAAABno/yFghEfpnEsg/s72-c/DSC03108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-3215844270176420299</id><published>2009-11-23T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:04:28.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple Hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sx3XtR0phpI/AAAAAAAABng/kY_9LVW-wUQ/s1600-h/DSC03060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412719500047517330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sx3XtR0phpI/AAAAAAAABng/kY_9LVW-wUQ/s400/DSC03060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom has been talking about wanting to go to this place called Apple Hill.  Her coworkers told her about it, saying that everything imaginable made of apples is there.  Mom and Dad went Saturday with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Linnaea&lt;/span&gt;.  They met up with 2 of Mom's coworkers, Jodi and Kari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sx3XbdStG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/P51htrZCWeU/s1600-h/DSC03050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412719193888725842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sx3XbdStG1I/AAAAAAAABnQ/P51htrZCWeU/s400/DSC03050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Mom driving the bus with Kari and Jodi in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sx3XIFcKGRI/AAAAAAAABnI/CXvl7K96uoE/s1600-h/DSC03083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412718861068409106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sx3XIFcKGRI/AAAAAAAABnI/CXvl7K96uoE/s400/DSC03083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Linnaea&lt;/span&gt; and Dad sitting in this unique swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sx3XHoTjzBI/AAAAAAAABnA/PQ8pSoLFiWs/s1600-h/DSC03085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412718853247716370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sx3XHoTjzBI/AAAAAAAABnA/PQ8pSoLFiWs/s400/DSC03085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They were right - everything you can think of that is made of apples was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sx3XHGoXhsI/AAAAAAAABm4/SON9YEK86aI/s1600-h/DSC03051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412718844208187074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sx3XHGoXhsI/AAAAAAAABm4/SON9YEK86aI/s400/DSC03051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lots of varieties of candy apples&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Mom took home two and devoured them!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sx3Ww7kR2gI/AAAAAAAABmw/WebcZGdj6IM/s1600-h/DSC03056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412718463281125890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sx3Ww7kR2gI/AAAAAAAABmw/WebcZGdj6IM/s400/DSC03056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caramel apple popcorn (which Mom ate too), apple bread and frozen apple pies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sx3Wwfk97RI/AAAAAAAABmo/5bP31DNEjIY/s1600-h/DSC03061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412718455767821586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sx3Wwfk97RI/AAAAAAAABmo/5bP31DNEjIY/s400/DSC03061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Different types of fresh apple pies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sx3Wv0LBY-I/AAAAAAAABmg/8H7PrBEDlBg/s1600-h/DSC03057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412718444116272098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sx3Wv0LBY-I/AAAAAAAABmg/8H7PrBEDlBg/s400/DSC03057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and all kinds of fresh apples with names that Mom had never heard of before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sx3Wb_rQDwI/AAAAAAAABmY/uBkx7la_ZcM/s1600-h/DSC03064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412718103606857474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sx3Wb_rQDwI/AAAAAAAABmY/uBkx7la_ZcM/s400/DSC03064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were also a variety of things such as Christmas decorations, jewelry, quilts, T-shirts, etc.  You name it - it was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sx3WbQmInoI/AAAAAAAABmQ/qeJIwkYtF5M/s1600-h/DSC03065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412718090968931970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sx3WbQmInoI/AAAAAAAABmQ/qeJIwkYtF5M/s400/DSC03065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Notice the beautiful scenery.  Apple Hill is located in the foothills surrounded by various orchards and vineyards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sx3Wa63KMnI/AAAAAAAABmI/NsfG-zOJxYA/s1600-h/DSC03076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412718085134758514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sx3Wa63KMnI/AAAAAAAABmI/NsfG-zOJxYA/s400/DSC03076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As they were getting ready to leave, a flock of geese flew by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sx3V3RxxeHI/AAAAAAAABmA/slb3aDpcIEA/s1600-h/DSC03090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412717472810891378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sx3V3RxxeHI/AAAAAAAABmA/slb3aDpcIEA/s400/DSC03090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Even in the fall with dead leaves, these vineyards are pretty as the sun was setting on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sx3V2xStpcI/AAAAAAAABl4/QYFYVd_tpkE/s1600-h/DSC03102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412717464090682818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sx3V2xStpcI/AAAAAAAABl4/QYFYVd_tpkE/s400/DSC03102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then the sun set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sx3V2IsPRiI/AAAAAAAABlw/3UaxOoAf4VQ/s1600-h/DSC03049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412717453191890466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sx3V2IsPRiI/AAAAAAAABlw/3UaxOoAf4VQ/s400/DSC03049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I mentioned what all Mom ate and brought home at Apple Hill.  Dad just brought home a fresh apple pie, which I had the opportunity of enjoying.  Not because it was offered to me but because I was able to knock it off of the counter.  YUMMY!&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&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/6953895967621982377-3215844270176420299?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3215844270176420299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/11/apple-hill.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/3215844270176420299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/3215844270176420299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/11/apple-hill.html' title='Apple Hill'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sx3XtR0phpI/AAAAAAAABng/kY_9LVW-wUQ/s72-c/DSC03060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-7718566967716893553</id><published>2009-11-15T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T14:44:30.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Columbia and Murphy California</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Warning - long post. Go get your glass of tea or wine and get comfortable because you will be here for awhile. Relax and enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While Dad went to school on Saturday, Mom and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Linnaea&lt;/span&gt; went to visit a couple of small towns in the foothills of California. They enjoyed the beautiful Fall weather, with the cooler temperatures and the various colors of the leaves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sxwbzo3JYMI/AAAAAAAABlo/LmRpVsrbAOs/s1600-h/DSC02922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412231426148491458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sxwbzo3JYMI/AAAAAAAABlo/LmRpVsrbAOs/s400/DSC02922.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Their first stop was the Columbia State Historic Park, the best preserved of California gold rush towns. They enjoyed walking the streets with the horses pulling a stagecoach and listening to the music played by various people dressed as if they were living in the mid 1800s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxwbzLYp7bI/AAAAAAAABlg/xix2ZTCInoo/s1600-h/DSC02993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412231418235973042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxwbzLYp7bI/AAAAAAAABlg/xix2ZTCInoo/s400/DSC02993.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's just a little history of this historic town, summarized from what Mom has told me. In 1850, someone found gold. By 1852, the town was booming with all of the miners coming to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;strike&lt;/span&gt; it rich, consisting of about 150 buildings including stores, saloons, a bowling alley, theater, etc. Multiple fires destroyed most Columbia's business district. When the buildings were rebuilt, they primarily used brick instead of wood to protect the buildings from fires. In 1860, the gold ran out, decreasing the town's population of 6,000 to approximately 500 - hence the term ghost town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History lesson is over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxwbysCdVQI/AAAAAAAABlY/6_hpZkpfIAU/s1600-h/DSC02971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412231409821373698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxwbysCdVQI/AAAAAAAABlY/6_hpZkpfIAU/s400/DSC02971.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the stagecoach parked outside of the Wells Fargo building. This building served as today's version of a post office/bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sxwbb6T8N9I/AAAAAAAABlQ/75xCkgCwq9M/s1600-h/DSC02918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412231018515806162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sxwbb6T8N9I/AAAAAAAABlQ/75xCkgCwq9M/s400/DSC02918.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxwbbLy4u9I/AAAAAAAABlI/_jwFReBItVM/s1600-h/DSC02965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412231006029134802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxwbbLy4u9I/AAAAAAAABlI/_jwFReBItVM/s400/DSC02965.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pictured above is the actual scale the miners used to measure the gold they found. Don't you know that there were a lot of prayers said in front of these scales as everyone was hoping to get rich QUICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A family lived in the second story of the Wells Fargo building. Due to various illnesses, this family experienced the tragedy of losing 3 children in one week and their fourth child years later. Mom and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Linnaea&lt;/span&gt; were able to go upstairs into their living quarters and this picture below was taken from the balcony of the children's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sxwba2k9NPI/AAAAAAAABlA/eDplbgNnCQ8/s1600-h/DSC02967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412231000333563122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sxwba2k9NPI/AAAAAAAABlA/eDplbgNnCQ8/s400/DSC02967.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxwHkXCywjI/AAAAAAAABjw/ag36oTKUOlQ/s1600-h/DSC02933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412209173434909234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxwHkXCywjI/AAAAAAAABjw/ag36oTKUOlQ/s400/DSC02933.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is where Columbia's newspaper was printed. I, personally, found this process fascinating as Mom was telling me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxwHjwBfUGI/AAAAAAAABjo/GOtB74A4OvE/s1600-h/DSC02928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412209162960457826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxwHjwBfUGI/AAAAAAAABjo/GOtB74A4OvE/s400/DSC02928.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To make a long story short, they would organize these little nails (pictured below) with raised letters on the end into words forming sentences and then paragraphs onto a metal slate. Then they would press it into this big &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;contraption&lt;/span&gt;, pictured in the middle of the picture above, onto paper, hanging the paper up to dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxwHjg3VhUI/AAAAAAAABjg/JQOW-SlYsEc/s1600-h/DSC02931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412209158891341122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxwHjg3VhUI/AAAAAAAABjg/JQOW-SlYsEc/s400/DSC02931.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If that does not make you appreciate your computer (and the delete button), I do not know what will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxwHjEGb6TI/AAAAAAAABjY/86qfU0reMUI/s1600-h/DSC02937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412209151170046258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxwHjEGb6TI/AAAAAAAABjY/86qfU0reMUI/s400/DSC02937.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Linnaea and Mom also got the opportunity to enter this lovely home. Well, at least the outside was nice. The main objective of the miners' was to make money and go back home to their families. So, they spent little to no time or money on their homes at the mining camps. They usually built a house in a week, using whatever pieces of scraps they could find. Needless to say, there was no insulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxwGxcTL4LI/AAAAAAAABjQ/s1xe123zwSY/s1600-h/DSC02940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412208298672513202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxwGxcTL4LI/AAAAAAAABjQ/s1xe123zwSY/s400/DSC02940.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also, they usually just added onto the house over time. The picture above was one of the first rooms built and the picture below was the last room built. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a difference! I think that I would just move my bed into the kitchen and hang out there all of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxwGwxeGY5I/AAAAAAAABjI/BFW83B5E0TQ/s1600-h/DSC02939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412208287175566226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxwGwxeGY5I/AAAAAAAABjI/BFW83B5E0TQ/s400/DSC02939.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxwGwrbl8WI/AAAAAAAABjA/JU5CuptNoqA/s1600-h/DSC02948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412208285554438498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxwGwrbl8WI/AAAAAAAABjA/JU5CuptNoqA/s400/DSC02948.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what a store would have looked like in a mining town in the mid 1800's. Notice the lanterns, their only source of lighting. No wonder the town burned down multiple times. Also, the most of the miners were illiterate. Instead of labeling the boxes, they would tie a few of the items on the outside so that people would know what a particular box contains. Maybe Mom and Dad should use this method as they have been packing up and moving so frequently lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxwGLIXjYZI/AAAAAAAABio/V0-njmuoejg/s1600-h/DSC02963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412207640487092626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxwGLIXjYZI/AAAAAAAABio/V0-njmuoejg/s400/DSC02963.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom and Linnaea went to the museum, where they learned about panning for gold. Also, parts of several movies and television shows, such as Little House on the Prairie, where filmed in Columbia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxwGKnuVIjI/AAAAAAAABig/nWYsi3GgQTE/s1600-h/DSC02962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412207631724257842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxwGKnuVIjI/AAAAAAAABig/nWYsi3GgQTE/s400/DSC02962.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They also were given the opportunity to climb down a ladder into the cellar beneath the museum. This is where the miners stored their canned vegatables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxwF1q5GQGI/AAAAAAAABiY/tS7ucYRrOZg/s1600-h/DSC02959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412207271797473378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxwF1q5GQGI/AAAAAAAABiY/tS7ucYRrOZg/s400/DSC02959.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Unfortunately, this is the only picture that they had taken together all day - in the cellar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxwF03laKyI/AAAAAAAABiI/4MTVZsR87q4/s1600-h/DSC03008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412207258024684322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxwF03laKyI/AAAAAAAABiI/4MTVZsR87q4/s400/DSC03008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Their next stop was the quaint little town of Murphy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I warned you that this is a long post.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxwFY7U6euI/AAAAAAAABiA/BRFbrK-P7Eo/s1600-h/DSC03020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412206777992903394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxwFY7U6euI/AAAAAAAABiA/BRFbrK-P7Eo/s400/DSC03020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Murphy consists of all kinds of little shops, where they enjoyed browsing at their merchandise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxwFYQ0oVJI/AAAAAAAABh4/XwswsQae6-U/s1600-h/DSC03007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412206766583207058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxwFYQ0oVJI/AAAAAAAABh4/XwswsQae6-U/s400/DSC03007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Murphy is also known for their wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxwFX2ysSYI/AAAAAAAABhw/WGuZSbUH8yM/s1600-h/DSC03017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412206759595755906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxwFX2ysSYI/AAAAAAAABhw/WGuZSbUH8yM/s400/DSC03017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were sitting areas outside where you could relax and enjoy leisurely sipping wine, watching people stroll by &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxwE5trHdpI/AAAAAAAABho/NEITpAHROzE/s1600-h/DSC03025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412206241751987858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxwE5trHdpI/AAAAAAAABho/NEITpAHROzE/s400/DSC03025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;or you could sit in a swing watching the stream pass by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxwE5ZhjpTI/AAAAAAAABhg/VpccO-VhQIA/s1600-h/DSC03015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412206236343182642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxwE5ZhjpTI/AAAAAAAABhg/VpccO-VhQIA/s400/DSC03015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Overall, Mom and Linnaea had a great day together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxwE4tuOR6I/AAAAAAAABhY/NAJ4rb-dRaM/s1600-h/DSC03038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412206224585148322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxwE4tuOR6I/AAAAAAAABhY/NAJ4rb-dRaM/s400/DSC03038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hope I did not put you to sleep!&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&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&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953895967621982377-7718566967716893553?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7718566967716893553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/09/columbia-and-murphy-california.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/7718566967716893553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/7718566967716893553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/09/columbia-and-murphy-california.html' title='Columbia and Murphy California'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sxwbzo3JYMI/AAAAAAAABlo/LmRpVsrbAOs/s72-c/DSC02922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-730678621022481770</id><published>2009-11-13T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T21:54:15.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet My New Uncle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxIHahCdIPI/AAAAAAAABg0/H_iEHZvSUWU/s1600/2009_1023Diane0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409394254552047858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxIHahCdIPI/AAAAAAAABg0/H_iEHZvSUWU/s400/2009_1023Diane0045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Milo, Grandma and Grandpa Broom's new baby. He is a Yorkie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxIHaPJ-YSI/AAAAAAAABgs/9yam3MFSWi0/s1600/2009_1024Diane0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409394249751748898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxIHaPJ-YSI/AAAAAAAABgs/9yam3MFSWi0/s400/2009_1024Diane0059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Milo has all kinds of new accessories, including this Alabama &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bandanna&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxIHZs2X0FI/AAAAAAAABgk/iZ-hysrapSo/s1600/2009_1030Diane0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409394240542724178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxIHZs2X0FI/AAAAAAAABgk/iZ-hysrapSo/s400/2009_1030Diane0006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Milo also has plenty of toys in addition to a new blanket and bed. I think that he is just as spoiled as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxH79otgNSI/AAAAAAAABgc/B0ErNNj8cGE/s1600/2009_1023Diane0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409381663767541026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxH79otgNSI/AAAAAAAABgc/B0ErNNj8cGE/s400/2009_1023Diane0034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am looking forward to meeting him at Christmas!&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/6953895967621982377-730678621022481770?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/730678621022481770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/11/meet-my-new-uncle.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/730678621022481770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/730678621022481770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/11/meet-my-new-uncle.html' title='Meet My New Uncle'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SxIHahCdIPI/AAAAAAAABg0/H_iEHZvSUWU/s72-c/2009_1023Diane0045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-5278004966753070847</id><published>2009-11-10T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T00:10:25.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Delta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SweZCy6ONWI/AAAAAAAABgM/R_1HNJICgv0/s1600/DSC02879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406458150986331490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SweZCy6ONWI/AAAAAAAABgM/R_1HNJICgv0/s400/DSC02879.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saturday was a beautiful Fall day. Mom was feeling better,  wanting to get out of the apartment. She was talking to Axle and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dash's&lt;/span&gt; Mom, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Linnaea&lt;/span&gt;, and they decided to go to the local &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sandhill&lt;/span&gt; Crane festival, a celebration of the return of the cranes. These threatened species, which average up to five feet in height, migrate to the Delta wetlands every Fall and stay through February.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SweZCgwtfvI/AAAAAAAABgE/qDQAcB4BFas/s1600/DSC02882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406458146114600690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SweZCgwtfvI/AAAAAAAABgE/qDQAcB4BFas/s400/DSC02882.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After reading about these animals and seeing them portrayed in beautiful artwork, Mom, Dad and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Linnaea&lt;/span&gt; drove to the Delta to see these birds firsthand. They enjoyed the scenic drive, looking for wildlife and taking in the peaceful scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SweYwuoiY9I/AAAAAAAABf8/64gJlJbIk8Y/s1600/IMG_4959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406457840600769490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SweYwuoiY9I/AAAAAAAABf8/64gJlJbIk8Y/s400/IMG_4959.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and Linnaea were inspired by the photographers and artist at the festival to take some magnificent pictures of the Delta and its wildlife. However, I am sad to report that this is the only bird they saw, except for a few ducks in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SweYvsujJbI/AAAAAAAABfs/EmyGuq9KxpQ/s1600/IMG_4951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406457822909244850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SweYvsujJbI/AAAAAAAABfs/EmyGuq9KxpQ/s400/IMG_4951.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SweYUUIOS1I/AAAAAAAABfk/I7-CbI1nwFs/s1600/IMG_4957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406457352449575762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SweYUUIOS1I/AAAAAAAABfk/I7-CbI1nwFs/s400/IMG_4957.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But the reflections off of the water as the sun was setting made the trip worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SweYT0OIE0I/AAAAAAAABfc/NAT8m135vaM/s1600/IMG_4962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406457343884399426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SweYT0OIE0I/AAAAAAAABfc/NAT8m135vaM/s400/IMG_4962.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They also enjoyed watching the horses graze at sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SweYTflXHGI/AAAAAAAABfU/kwAnXt6vlHU/s1600/DSC02906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406457338344709218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SweYTflXHGI/AAAAAAAABfU/kwAnXt6vlHU/s400/DSC02906.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom, Dad and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Linnaea&lt;/span&gt; ended the evening by enjoying a nice seafood dinner overlooking the water. Meanwhile, Axle, Dash and I patiently waited for their arrival back home. As a reward, we were able to play on the tennis courts together the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6953895967621982377-5278004966753070847?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5278004966753070847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/11/delta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/5278004966753070847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/5278004966753070847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/11/delta.html' title='The Delta'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SweZCy6ONWI/AAAAAAAABgM/R_1HNJICgv0/s72-c/DSC02879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-4932835893647262466</id><published>2009-10-31T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T22:10:56.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom has been sick with the crude all week, lying on the couch.  Although, it was nice having her home, she was not the most pleasant person to be around - coughing, sneezing, blowing her nose and just plain bellyaching.  So, I needed a little pick me up and this package did the trick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SweCUxOOkMI/AAAAAAAABfM/15OB_rxdBBU/s1600/DSC02843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406433171003576514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SweCUxOOkMI/AAAAAAAABfM/15OB_rxdBBU/s400/DSC02843.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SweCUWAY4uI/AAAAAAAABfE/An6fub9JkCY/s1600/DSC02845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406433163697775330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SweCUWAY4uI/AAAAAAAABfE/An6fub9JkCY/s400/DSC02845.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SweCUEDTWJI/AAAAAAAABe8/iJvMmW_fQIw/s1600/DSC02848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406433158878156946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SweCUEDTWJI/AAAAAAAABe8/iJvMmW_fQIw/s400/DSC02848.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Great &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mamaw&lt;/span&gt; sent me not one but four new plush toys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SweCBTjzozI/AAAAAAAABe0/1zGcjldwaIE/s1600/DSC02866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406432836623508274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SweCBTjzozI/AAAAAAAABe0/1zGcjldwaIE/s400/DSC02866.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love hanging out with them on my bed . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SweCAziwchI/AAAAAAAABes/zfoVaXbFOQw/s1600/DSC02874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406432828029170194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SweCAziwchI/AAAAAAAABes/zfoVaXbFOQw/s400/DSC02874.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and in my chair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SweCASTcnEI/AAAAAAAABek/H8kmN3b7TOo/s1600/DSC02876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406432819106585666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SweCASTcnEI/AAAAAAAABek/H8kmN3b7TOo/s400/DSC02876.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They even inspired me to be a ghost this Halloween.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Great &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mamaw&lt;/span&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/6953895967621982377-4932835893647262466?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4932835893647262466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/4932835893647262466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/4932835893647262466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SweCUxOOkMI/AAAAAAAABfM/15OB_rxdBBU/s72-c/DSC02843.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-7387640898784828116</id><published>2009-10-24T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T21:50:10.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Sacramento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Swd5PBYhegI/AAAAAAAABec/9L7KUdZezT8/s1600/DSC02707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406423176657861122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Swd5PBYhegI/AAAAAAAABec/9L7KUdZezT8/s400/DSC02707.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom and Dad went to Old Sacramento, a place that was the commercial district during the gold rush. Unfortunately, this was their first disappointing adventure during our stay in California.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Swd5Orl2rvI/AAAAAAAABeU/iygVlIhfV3I/s1600/DSC02812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406423170808196850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Swd5Orl2rvI/AAAAAAAABeU/iygVlIhfV3I/s400/DSC02812.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you can see, the old historic buildings are located right in the center of downtown Sacramento, which gives you a unique perspective of the development of the state capitol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Swd5OJODqhI/AAAAAAAABeM/wONN5sci0cc/s1600/DSC02829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406423161581578770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Swd5OJODqhI/AAAAAAAABeM/wONN5sci0cc/s400/DSC02829.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Notice how busy and crowded the streets are. Mom complained about how difficult it was a get the "old town" feel with cars and commercialized shops everywhere. Dad just complained about trying to find a place to park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Swd419lVjRI/AAAAAAAABeE/rAxDtjSrIA4/s1600/DSC02840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406422746141134098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Swd419lVjRI/AAAAAAAABeE/rAxDtjSrIA4/s400/DSC02840.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Basically, they just walked around on wooden sidewalks, window shopping into the touristy shops. Lots of candy stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Swd41rjC80I/AAAAAAAABd8/WTmIUWKm8u0/s1600/DSC02836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406422741299688258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Swd41rjC80I/AAAAAAAABd8/WTmIUWKm8u0/s400/DSC02836.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom did say that it was nice to see a horse drawn carriage but she felt sorry for the horses having to dodge all of the cars, weaving in and out of the traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Swd41LhNdZI/AAAAAAAABd0/nL-UXprwMlI/s1600/DSC02822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406422732702053778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Swd41LhNdZI/AAAAAAAABd0/nL-UXprwMlI/s400/DSC02822.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's a picture of the Sacramento River and the riverboats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Swd4Ysb5rQI/AAAAAAAABds/XOZhivjVd0E/s1600/DSC02815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406422243321949442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Swd4Ysb5rQI/AAAAAAAABds/XOZhivjVd0E/s400/DSC02815.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom's one and only favorite part was seeing the old schoolhouse. Since it is fall, there was a small pumpkin patch for kids to choose a pumpkin to paint inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Swd4YLfs2qI/AAAAAAAABdk/C6kz6MOix5M/s1600/DSC02816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406422234479516322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Swd4YLfs2qI/AAAAAAAABdk/C6kz6MOix5M/s400/DSC02816.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Too bad Dad did not see the schoolhouse. At this point, he was sitting outside on a bench ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Swd4Xm8W7fI/AAAAAAAABdc/WXrrU4twC_0/s1600/DSC03038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406422224667602418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Swd4Xm8W7fI/AAAAAAAABdc/WXrrU4twC_0/s400/DSC03038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is one adventure that I was glad to miss out on. Oh well, Mom and Dad can say that they have been to Old Sacramento. Now, they are busy planning their next excursion.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953895967621982377-7387640898784828116?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7387640898784828116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/10/old-sacramento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/7387640898784828116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/7387640898784828116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/10/old-sacramento.html' title='Old Sacramento'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Swd5PBYhegI/AAAAAAAABec/9L7KUdZezT8/s72-c/DSC02707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-6113280072633924302</id><published>2009-10-18T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T20:10:57.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Francisco (with Friends)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuUJsjYU6jI/AAAAAAAABdU/cmdDAVm7ohM/s1600-h/DSC02705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396730389489576498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuUJsjYU6jI/AAAAAAAABdU/cmdDAVm7ohM/s400/DSC02705.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, Mom and Dad left me again yesterday with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Linnaea&lt;/span&gt; to play with Axle and Dash while they went to San Francisco for the day.  A couple of Mom's friends from her previous job came into the San Francisco for a long weekend so they wanted to show them the city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuUJsDYIp7I/AAAAAAAABdM/GXzFMf43pwc/s1600-h/DSC02714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396730380898838450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuUJsDYIp7I/AAAAAAAABdM/GXzFMf43pwc/s400/DSC02714.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First stop was Lombard Street.  Mom had only seen this crooked, one-way street from a distance so she wanted to see just how steep and curvy it really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuUJrka4X-I/AAAAAAAABdE/srx5UYBiOLY/s1600-h/DSC02716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396730372588855266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuUJrka4X-I/AAAAAAAABdE/srx5UYBiOLY/s400/DSC02716.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lindsay, Erin and Mom were surprised at how well this street was landscaped, full of beautiful blooming hydrangeas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuUJrGkcDTI/AAAAAAAABc8/PBtmmeYS4Dc/s1600-h/DSC02719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396730364575878450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuUJrGkcDTI/AAAAAAAABc8/PBtmmeYS4Dc/s400/DSC02719.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, of course, the buildings surrounding this street were gorgeous.  No telling what it cost to live here.  One couple thought Lombard was so pretty, they decided to have a wedding pictures taken here.  But, there was a lot of traffic that day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuUHFPx6FGI/AAAAAAAABcU/kPtK0I_pLko/s1600-h/DSC02721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396727515190006882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuUHFPx6FGI/AAAAAAAABcU/kPtK0I_pLko/s400/DSC02721.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Notice the bride on the left and all of the cars traveling down the street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuUHE5675mI/AAAAAAAABcM/qQ_8U0I_wCw/s1600-h/DSC02723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396727509322294882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuUHE5675mI/AAAAAAAABcM/qQ_8U0I_wCw/s400/DSC02723.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next stop - Golden Gate Bridge.  If you are going to come to San Francisco, you have to see the Golden Gate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuUHEVfEPGI/AAAAAAAABcE/H7jopm1VBlI/s1600-h/DSC02798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396727499541724258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuUHEVfEPGI/AAAAAAAABcE/H7jopm1VBlI/s400/DSC02798.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After driving across the bridge, the third stop was Muir Woods.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuUGMHzH40I/AAAAAAAABb8/g7A40HqeLco/s1600-h/DSC02727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396726533795078978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuUGMHzH40I/AAAAAAAABb8/g7A40HqeLco/s400/DSC02727.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This national park is a quiet, peaceful sanctuary just a few miles outside of the hustle and bustle of San Francisco. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuUGLg0JlOI/AAAAAAAABb0/62WKiHWRVGo/s1600-h/DSC02757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396726523330401506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuUGLg0JlOI/AAAAAAAABb0/62WKiHWRVGo/s400/DSC02757.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They just strolled along this paved paths, catching up with one another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuUGLAPo7AI/AAAAAAAABbs/wUeK15caBCE/s1600-h/DSC02731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396726514587331586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuUGLAPo7AI/AAAAAAAABbs/wUeK15caBCE/s400/DSC02731.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyone admired the heighth and sheer size of the Redwoods, which range in 800-1000 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuUFctWP7HI/AAAAAAAABbk/dHieSMF7a7Y/s1600-h/DSC02781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396725719240797298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuUFctWP7HI/AAAAAAAABbk/dHieSMF7a7Y/s400/DSC02781.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom told me over and over again how these pictures do not do these trees justice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuUFcLIqAyI/AAAAAAAABbc/RU5H9Rk9K-A/s1600-h/DSC02738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396725710056981282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuUFcLIqAyI/AAAAAAAABbc/RU5H9Rk9K-A/s400/DSC02738.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuUFbj8uKgI/AAAAAAAABbU/3_0jwCoUD60/s1600-h/DSC02741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396725699537938946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuUFbj8uKgI/AAAAAAAABbU/3_0jwCoUD60/s400/DSC02741.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They enjoyed listening to the crystal clear water moving down this stream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuUE0YcaeII/AAAAAAAABbM/PwianFox5oQ/s1600-h/DSC02778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396725026434742402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuUE0YcaeII/AAAAAAAABbM/PwianFox5oQ/s400/DSC02778.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuUEz-LHDwI/AAAAAAAABbE/1ftkn7vfqHA/s1600-h/DSC02747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396725019382845186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuUEz-LHDwI/AAAAAAAABbE/1ftkn7vfqHA/s400/DSC02747.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad waited patiently as Mom, Lindsay and Erin took lots of pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuUEzZWVmKI/AAAAAAAABa8/pbHpMYlXyBk/s1600-h/DSC02750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396725009497823394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuUEzZWVmKI/AAAAAAAABa8/pbHpMYlXyBk/s400/DSC02750.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuUENoA-xqI/AAAAAAAABa0/T--ue90iuwg/s1600-h/DSC02754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396724360599750306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuUENoA-xqI/AAAAAAAABa0/T--ue90iuwg/s400/DSC02754.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The beauty of the Redwoods turned Lindsay into a tree lover, crawling inside of tree stumps &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuUENRLbWmI/AAAAAAAABas/ImDLLTFnoEk/s1600-h/DSC02753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396724354469550690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuUENRLbWmI/AAAAAAAABas/ImDLLTFnoEk/s400/DSC02753.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and hugging them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuUEMhABVmI/AAAAAAAABak/9-mLtI7Rq_I/s1600-h/DSC02768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396724341536806498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuUEMhABVmI/AAAAAAAABak/9-mLtI7Rq_I/s400/DSC02768.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They caught a glimpse of the fall as the weather was cooler underneath the thick canopy of the forest and a few trees were changing colors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuUDtgj7HqI/AAAAAAAABac/dpsO86MOeXk/s1600-h/DSC02791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396723808843013794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuUDtgj7HqI/AAAAAAAABac/dpsO86MOeXk/s400/DSC02791.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, they left this tranquil setting to face reality and the San Francisco traffic along the narrow streets of huge buildings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuUDtJI6oZI/AAAAAAAABaU/QPVAE1qWJzI/s1600-h/DSC02800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396723802555720082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuUDtJI6oZI/AAAAAAAABaU/QPVAE1qWJzI/s400/DSC02800.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Overall, everyone had a good time but time was too short, as always!&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&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953895967621982377-6113280072633924302?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6113280072633924302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/10/san-francisco-with-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/6113280072633924302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/6113280072633924302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/10/san-francisco-with-friends.html' title='San Francisco (with Friends)'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuUJsjYU6jI/AAAAAAAABdU/cmdDAVm7ohM/s72-c/DSC02705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-6425332120356009873</id><published>2009-10-09T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T21:56:32.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monster Trucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom, Dad and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Linnaea&lt;/span&gt; (Axle's and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dash's&lt;/span&gt; mom) went to the monster truck show this past weekend.  They met up with some of Mom's coworkers there at the fair grounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First of all, I need to apologize for the poor picture quality.  It was dark, dusty, and these massive trucks move surprisingly fast (at least that is Mom's excuse).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuEyIuGGPpI/AAAAAAAABZo/QST1VEBUuBo/s1600-h/IMG_4924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395648953960513170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuEyIuGGPpI/AAAAAAAABZo/QST1VEBUuBo/s400/IMG_4924.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you look closely, you can see a gentleman standing on the front tire of the truck called Obsession, which gives you an idea of the size of these &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;vehicles&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In case you are like myself and have never been to a monster truck show, these trucks compete to see who can go around the arena, hitting ramps and jumping over cars, the fastest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuEyIeRS78I/AAAAAAAABZg/EbaVvzMkAJc/s1600-h/IMG_4925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395648949712515010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuEyIeRS78I/AAAAAAAABZg/EbaVvzMkAJc/s400/IMG_4925.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Notice the difference in the cars parked in the arena.  They got smashed to pieces throughout the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuEyICIue_I/AAAAAAAABZY/7W4Eshx002E/s1600-h/DSC02680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395648942160378866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuEyICIue_I/AAAAAAAABZY/7W4Eshx002E/s400/DSC02680.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The competition consists of Obsession and Maximum Destruction, which are pictured above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuEyHh46t8I/AAAAAAAABZQ/Q39r-aMAdMA/s1600-h/DSC02642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395648933504137154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuEyHh46t8I/AAAAAAAABZQ/Q39r-aMAdMA/s400/DSC02642.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Bulldozer at full speed getting ready to jump over the cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuExk5wT_7I/AAAAAAAABZI/W4mX4n5qrik/s1600-h/DSC02658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395648338615074738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuExk5wT_7I/AAAAAAAABZI/W4mX4n5qrik/s400/DSC02658.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Ninja doing figure 8s, stirring up the dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuExkW0UkXI/AAAAAAAABZA/aa980QuYOs4/s1600-h/IMG_4929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395648329236648306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuExkW0UkXI/AAAAAAAABZA/aa980QuYOs4/s400/IMG_4929.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And, of course, Grave Digger, who won the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuExkKz-8PI/AAAAAAAABY4/sLaB1A_liL8/s1600-h/IMG_4935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395648326014005490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuExkKz-8PI/AAAAAAAABY4/sLaB1A_liL8/s400/IMG_4935.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; During intermission, motorcyclists came out to entertain the crowd by doing tricks in the air.  I know that this is a bad picture but this guy is hanging onto the handlebars as he stretching his body up and over the bike.  According to Dad, they did flips and all sorts of crazy stunts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although they had fun, Mom said that it was not worth the sinus infection that she has been fighting all week.  It has hardly rained in California since we got here in March and everything is so dry and dusty.  But, rain is in the forecast for the beginning of the week.  Mom and Dad are excited for it to rain, but I am not because I hate to get wet and hate wet grass even more.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953895967621982377-6425332120356009873?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6425332120356009873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/10/monster-trucks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/6425332120356009873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/6425332120356009873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/10/monster-trucks.html' title='Monster Trucks'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SuEyIuGGPpI/AAAAAAAABZo/QST1VEBUuBo/s72-c/IMG_4924.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-5904335146670755594</id><published>2009-09-30T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T00:17:41.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 - Last Day in Yosemite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Stlr4osGDDI/AAAAAAAABYw/rRDhjiawRN0/s1600-h/2009_0927Phil+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393460649492089906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Stlr4osGDDI/AAAAAAAABYw/rRDhjiawRN0/s400/2009_0927Phil+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While I enjoyed being home and playing with my friends, everyone else enjoyed staying in this nice cabin in the only neighborhood located inside Yosemite National Park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StlrulhFYzI/AAAAAAAABYo/bMxExPs4syA/s1600-h/DSC02568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393460476841911090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StlrulhFYzI/AAAAAAAABYo/bMxExPs4syA/s400/DSC02568.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StlrtrUdKoI/AAAAAAAABYg/VZ4d7F4RZ68/s1600-h/DSC02600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393460461219687042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StlrtrUdKoI/AAAAAAAABYg/VZ4d7F4RZ68/s400/DSC02600.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mamaw&lt;/span&gt; and Mom relaxing in the recliners&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StlrsoPv3-I/AAAAAAAABYY/JZ3_qvnGXYY/s1600-h/2009_0928Diane0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393460443214766050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StlrsoPv3-I/AAAAAAAABYY/JZ3_qvnGXYY/s400/2009_0928Diane0001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after primping for family photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StlrEGE1OpI/AAAAAAAABYQ/xwijAkGbvAQ/s1600-h/2009_0928Diane0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393459746847406738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StlrEGE1OpI/AAAAAAAABYQ/xwijAkGbvAQ/s400/2009_0928Diane0003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can the see the excitement on Dad's face?  He loves picture time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StlrD3wDwqI/AAAAAAAABYI/056tJbAYZrM/s1600-h/2009_0927Phil+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393459743002182306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StlrD3wDwqI/AAAAAAAABYI/056tJbAYZrM/s400/2009_0927Phil+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StlrCxez53I/AAAAAAAABYA/JIkAT5oK4RE/s1600-h/2009_0927Phil+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393459724139358066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StlrCxez53I/AAAAAAAABYA/JIkAT5oK4RE/s400/2009_0927Phil+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As they were leaving the cabin for the last time, a fox wished them farewell and a safe journey to their next destination. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StlqGaC9JtI/AAAAAAAABX4/6yy0EoW0kBM/s1600-h/IMG_4908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393458687056357074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StlqGaC9JtI/AAAAAAAABX4/6yy0EoW0kBM/s400/IMG_4908.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then they went to church.  (Well, more like stopping by to take pictures.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StlqF_JmK0I/AAAAAAAABXw/OTMj9zV186c/s1600-h/2009_0927Phil+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393458679836453698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StlqF_JmK0I/AAAAAAAABXw/OTMj9zV186c/s400/2009_0927Phil+029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After looking for wildlife throughout Yosemite, they saw a deer . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StlqFEZ3S0I/AAAAAAAABXo/-wtBTCGnml0/s1600-h/DSC02614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393458664066992962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StlqFEZ3S0I/AAAAAAAABXo/-wtBTCGnml0/s400/DSC02614.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;casually walking across the parking lot of the national park's visitor center,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StlpT4_x00I/AAAAAAAABXg/_EezufgRUAw/s1600-h/DSC02615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393457819191202626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StlpT4_x00I/AAAAAAAABXg/_EezufgRUAw/s400/DSC02615.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which is where this was purchased.  Thanks Grandma and Grandpa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StlpTIJdgTI/AAAAAAAABXY/DB4U2ToBFGw/s1600-h/DSC02683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393457806078476594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StlpTIJdgTI/AAAAAAAABXY/DB4U2ToBFGw/s400/DSC02683.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As Mom enjoyed putting the puzzle together, reminiscing over the beautiful scenery, I decided it was time for a nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393457791767314146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StlpSS1afuI/AAAAAAAABXQ/gtGOM36iK8I/s400/DSC02624.JPG" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953895967621982377-5904335146670755594?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5904335146670755594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-3-last-day-in-yosemite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/5904335146670755594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/5904335146670755594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-3-last-day-in-yosemite.html' title='Day 3 - Last Day in Yosemite'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Stlr4osGDDI/AAAAAAAABYw/rRDhjiawRN0/s72-c/2009_0927Phil+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-5496473921761909994</id><published>2009-09-29T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T22:56:27.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 - Tuolumne Meadows and More</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On their last full day in this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;magnificent&lt;/span&gt; national park, everyone knew that they had a busy day ahead.  After leaving the cabin, they found themselves driving through the valley, which was covered by these beautiful tiny lavender flowers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Stf3m7pWprI/AAAAAAAABXI/c0agVD0HDm8/s1600-h/IMG_4762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393051327017690802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Stf3m7pWprI/AAAAAAAABXI/c0agVD0HDm8/s400/IMG_4762.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's Grandma, Mom and Dad looking up to catch a glimpse at the rock climbers hanging on the side of El Capitan.  The nice gentleman with a tripod and high-tech binoculars informed them that it usually takes everywhere from 3 to 5 days to climb El Capitan, but one person scaled this 3,000 foot vertical rock in a couple of hours! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Stf3QrFIUyI/AAAAAAAABXA/e_mIV3y8ACM/s1600-h/2009_0926Phil+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393050944613667618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Stf3QrFIUyI/AAAAAAAABXA/e_mIV3y8ACM/s400/2009_0926Phil+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture of 2 climbers and their cargo hanging on the side.  That is putting a lot of trust into a rope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Stf3QLpCKpI/AAAAAAAABW4/3eU69qrKtNg/s1600-h/IMG_4766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393050936174324370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Stf3QLpCKpI/AAAAAAAABW4/3eU69qrKtNg/s400/IMG_4766.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next on the agenda was a long drive down Tioga Road over the Sierra Nevada.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Stf3PnW28_I/AAAAAAAABWw/ksswEiN3Du4/s1600-h/IMG_4784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393050926434415602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Stf3PnW28_I/AAAAAAAABWw/ksswEiN3Du4/s400/IMG_4784.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone enjoyed the amazing views at Olmsted Point.  Mom and Dad said that they have never seen terrain like this before - just massive granite rocks amidst a few trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Stf2ZyAO81I/AAAAAAAABWo/1qATZWn8rdg/s1600-h/IMG_4789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393050001579373394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Stf2ZyAO81I/AAAAAAAABWo/1qATZWn8rdg/s400/IMG_4789.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's an unusual view of the back side of Half Dome from Olmsted Point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Stf2ZPiJwfI/AAAAAAAABWg/ybUuDY-qtvo/s1600-h/IMG_4793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393049992326398450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Stf2ZPiJwfI/AAAAAAAABWg/ybUuDY-qtvo/s400/IMG_4793.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just love this picture of this funky tree.  Talk about being between a rock and a hard place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Stf2Yu5_-0I/AAAAAAAABWY/_lnROBTY8DM/s1600-h/IMG_4800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393049983568051010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Stf2Yu5_-0I/AAAAAAAABWY/_lnROBTY8DM/s400/IMG_4800.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a half a day of driving and taking in all of the earth's beauty along Tioga Road, they had a picnic at Tenaya Lake, one of the largest lakes in Yosemite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Stf2DFTGC7I/AAAAAAAABWQ/d9pAnRz6--U/s1600-h/IMG_4820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393049611621764018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Stf2DFTGC7I/AAAAAAAABWQ/d9pAnRz6--U/s400/IMG_4820.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Stf2CRxJZLI/AAAAAAAABWI/dSsU5sJxWZk/s1600-h/IMG_4826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393049597789168818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Stf2CRxJZLI/AAAAAAAABWI/dSsU5sJxWZk/s400/IMG_4826.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After eating lunch, Grandpa, Mom and Dad took off their shoes and enjoyed the cool, clear water.  Mom said that the bottom was not muddy like our lakes, but sandy yet firm instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Stf2B77voYI/AAAAAAAABWA/Rr9eUvRAlc4/s1600-h/IMG_4833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393049591928037762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Stf2B77voYI/AAAAAAAABWA/Rr9eUvRAlc4/s400/IMG_4833.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With a full stomach, they arrived to their destination, Tuolumne Meadows at an elevation of 8,775 feet.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Stf1s_OHXuI/AAAAAAAABV4/E_gyATZTWkI/s1600-h/IMG_4837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393049232033144546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Stf1s_OHXuI/AAAAAAAABV4/E_gyATZTWkI/s400/IMG_4837.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Again, Mom keeps saying that these pictures do not portray how calm and serene this scenery actually is.  For instance, this is a close up of the water running through this colorful river.  I thought Uncle Mark might like this since he enjoys abstracts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Stf1scW14nI/AAAAAAAABVw/wioRKffpc8I/s1600-h/IMG_4846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393049222674506354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Stf1scW14nI/AAAAAAAABVw/wioRKffpc8I/s400/IMG_4846.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tuolumne Meadows is a popular place for black bears.  Although everyone looked long and hard, especially Great Mamaw, no bears were to be seen.  Can't you picture a black bear meandering by this river?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Stf1rqpi6MI/AAAAAAAABVo/qzssrHuW1Wo/s1600-h/IMG_4855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393049209331181762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Stf1rqpi6MI/AAAAAAAABVo/qzssrHuW1Wo/s400/IMG_4855.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Dad relaxing and taking it all in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Stf1Je--dTI/AAAAAAAABVg/o7E2kQDa-xk/s1600-h/IMG_4865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393048622084289842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Stf1Je--dTI/AAAAAAAABVg/o7E2kQDa-xk/s400/IMG_4865.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Stf1I-UoJtI/AAAAAAAABVY/NznJ9dp8AoM/s1600-h/2009_0926Phil+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393048613316732626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Stf1I-UoJtI/AAAAAAAABVY/NznJ9dp8AoM/s400/2009_0926Phil+054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Family portraits were taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Stf1IB7tKxI/AAAAAAAABVQ/7sp8UJ1ENJw/s1600-h/2009_0926Phil+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393048597106076434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Stf1IB7tKxI/AAAAAAAABVQ/7sp8UJ1ENJw/s400/2009_0926Phil+097.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and another gorgeous view enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StfxPDgn6EI/AAAAAAAABVI/jdGJH3qG5aY/s1600-h/IMG_4899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393044319741929538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StfxPDgn6EI/AAAAAAAABVI/jdGJH3qG5aY/s400/IMG_4899.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StfxOt2L3dI/AAAAAAAABVA/rKLk1ksWIK4/s1600-h/IMG_4906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393044313926786514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StfxOt2L3dI/AAAAAAAABVA/rKLk1ksWIK4/s400/IMG_4906.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After leaving Tuolumne Meadows, everyone enjoyed a nice meal at one of the oldest mountain resort hotels in California.  The hotel was built in 1879.  It has no telephones, no television, and most of the rooms share a bathroom with the other guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StfxN1RvUkI/AAAAAAAABU4/JxEZDXMoX1M/s1600-h/IMG_4630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393044298741535298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StfxN1RvUkI/AAAAAAAABU4/JxEZDXMoX1M/s400/IMG_4630.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another good day has came and gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Stfvi2oT2bI/AAAAAAAABUw/iMhjP6FsQSA/s1600-h/IMG_4784.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6953895967621982377-5496473921761909994?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5496473921761909994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-2-tuolumne-meadows-and-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/5496473921761909994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/5496473921761909994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-2-tuolumne-meadows-and-more.html' title='Day 2 - Tuolumne Meadows and More'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Stf3m7pWprI/AAAAAAAABXI/c0agVD0HDm8/s72-c/IMG_4762.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-8061009350445374599</id><published>2009-09-28T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T21:08:48.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yosemite - Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Toward the end of last week, everyone (except me) went to Yosemite National Park. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was able to hold down the fort with Axle and Dash whereas Linnaea (Axle and Dash's Mom) thought she was in charge. We had the best time playing and lounging together while Mom and Dad were vacationing, enjoying spectular views including Inspiration Point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StPprpIxxoI/AAAAAAAABTA/O3nN5s0-t4s/s1600-h/IMG_4549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391910114878932610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StPprpIxxoI/AAAAAAAABTA/O3nN5s0-t4s/s400/IMG_4549.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First on the agenda was to see the highest waterfall in North America, Yosemite falls. Too bad there was no water. I sure am glad that I got to see &lt;a href="http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/08/waterfalls-at-yosemite-national-park.html"&gt;Upper and Lower Yosemite Falls &lt;/a&gt;earlier in the summer when at least there was still some water falling. Click on the link above to compare the pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StPpq3VEKII/AAAAAAAABS4/XO0t3WX94FU/s1600-h/IMG_4559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391910101508696194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StPpq3VEKII/AAAAAAAABS4/XO0t3WX94FU/s400/IMG_4559.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StPpp6iwoRI/AAAAAAAABSw/z7udp-7Kzk4/s1600-h/IMG_4557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391910085191573778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StPpp6iwoRI/AAAAAAAABSw/z7udp-7Kzk4/s400/IMG_4557.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture above is Lower Yosemite Falls. Since Mom had to stay with me last time while Dad climbed the boulders to the base of the waterfall, she was anxious to enjoy this pool of water herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StPppUU60wI/AAAAAAAABSo/LQhiZtG59f8/s1600-h/IMG_4572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391910074932974338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StPppUU60wI/AAAAAAAABSo/LQhiZtG59f8/s400/IMG_4572.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyone patiently waited while Mom and Dad hiked to the base of the falls . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StPpo0IgxkI/AAAAAAAABSg/kuMf__iis6M/s1600-h/IMG_4597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391910066291000898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StPpo0IgxkI/AAAAAAAABSg/kuMf__iis6M/s400/IMG_4597.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; only to find a little tiny wet spot on the rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StPpI6aoFAI/AAAAAAAABSY/acVh-Pg1FQc/s1600-h/DSC02510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391909518221775874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StPpI6aoFAI/AAAAAAAABSY/acVh-Pg1FQc/s400/DSC02510.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alas, there was a small pool of clear, cool water, which was refreshing after their climb up the rocks. (I am embarrassed of my mom's lily white legs! You would think that she could have at least exposed herself to the sun before this trip.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StPpIQK5-BI/AAAAAAAABSQ/rJA8f7VCRBg/s1600-h/IMG_4605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391909506881550354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StPpIQK5-BI/AAAAAAAABSQ/rJA8f7VCRBg/s400/IMG_4605.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and Dad enjoyed the views while relaxing in the pool. Some spots were deep enough to swim in but they did not wear their swimsuits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StPpHuZRfbI/AAAAAAAABSI/fPupejFhMhw/s1600-h/IMG_4602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391909497815006642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StPpHuZRfbI/AAAAAAAABSI/fPupejFhMhw/s400/IMG_4602.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then came the realization that they had to climb back down these boulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StPn4iLbRGI/AAAAAAAABSA/y7KNgbFzPXY/s1600-h/IMG_4614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391908137326036066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StPn4iLbRGI/AAAAAAAABSA/y7KNgbFzPXY/s400/IMG_4614.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you zoom in on the center of the picture, you can see some people standing on the bridge along with some others in the shade. This is where Great Mamaw, Grandma and Grandpa were still patiently waiting for Mom and Dad to return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StPn4Le9TcI/AAAAAAAABR4/H4YEbBZLJtM/s1600-h/2009_0925Phil+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391908131233942978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StPn4Le9TcI/AAAAAAAABR4/H4YEbBZLJtM/s400/2009_0925Phil+036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StPn3aJSoBI/AAAAAAAABRw/RRELZMjGJNU/s1600-h/2009_0925Diane0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391908117989728274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StPn3aJSoBI/AAAAAAAABRw/RRELZMjGJNU/s400/2009_0925Diane0084.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can almost see the look of pure panic on Mom's face when she realizes that she has to climb down these huge rocks. (One would think that she would have thought about this as she was excitedly climbing up these slick rocks.) In some places, it was so steep that they just slide down the boulders on their rear ends, hoping that they could brace themselves for the landing without spraining an ankle or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StPm_Tc2wLI/AAAAAAAABRo/xCYrfWU933Q/s1600-h/IMG_4616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391907154120065202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StPm_Tc2wLI/AAAAAAAABRo/xCYrfWU933Q/s400/IMG_4616.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After resting and drinking lots of water, the next stop was Mariposa Grove, the largest of the three sequoia groves in Yosemite National Park. These pictures do not portray how massive these trees actually are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StPm-7mCBeI/AAAAAAAABRg/rWo-ugnyaa0/s1600-h/DSC02516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391907147716101602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StPm-7mCBeI/AAAAAAAABRg/rWo-ugnyaa0/s400/DSC02516.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StPm-ZGezKI/AAAAAAAABRY/h4fYXpWimAY/s1600-h/2009_0925Phil+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391907138456964258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StPm-ZGezKI/AAAAAAAABRY/h4fYXpWimAY/s400/2009_0925Phil+086.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Mom standing in front of the Fallen Monarch. Biologists suspect that this tree had been down several hundred years! Sequoias do not have deep root systems; instead, the roots spread out near the surface to get water. While the roots are usually no deeper than six feet, they fan out more than 150 feet, providing a stable base to balance the massive trunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StPmFDAEqEI/AAAAAAAABRQ/9n2dIdiq9Kw/s1600-h/DSC02522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391906153271961666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StPmFDAEqEI/AAAAAAAABRQ/9n2dIdiq9Kw/s400/DSC02522.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma and Great Mamaw are walking toward a tree known as The Grizzly Giant. It is one of the largest trees in the Mariposa Grove. This tree is approximately 2,700 years old, one of the oldest living Sequoias. That huge limb blocking the sun is almost seven feet in diameter, larger than the trunk of your average tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StPmEbJmSBI/AAAAAAAABRI/XWZ6mmnxn_w/s1600-h/IMG_4700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391906142574495762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StPmEbJmSBI/AAAAAAAABRI/XWZ6mmnxn_w/s400/IMG_4700.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Again, these pictures do not capture the size of these trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StPmDz3bDYI/AAAAAAAABRA/oISbpINjhnU/s1600-h/IMG_4701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391906132029279618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StPmDz3bDYI/AAAAAAAABRA/oISbpINjhnU/s400/IMG_4701.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and Dad are standing inside the California Tunnel Tree, which was cut in 1895 for stagecoaches to drive through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StPlMgITYRI/AAAAAAAABQw/w0l0wOCArZM/s1600-h/DSC02559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391905181838565650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StPlMgITYRI/AAAAAAAABQw/w0l0wOCArZM/s400/DSC02559.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next, everyone went to Glacier Point, which sits at an elevation of 7,214 feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StPlL8EGAdI/AAAAAAAABQo/1gWwT_8laaM/s1600-h/DSC02540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391905172157235666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StPlL8EGAdI/AAAAAAAABQo/1gWwT_8laaM/s400/DSC02540.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They enjoyed taking pictures of the sunset as a ranger informed them of the national park's history. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StPkY7nCz1I/AAAAAAAABQY/lbVVp8EO8nQ/s1600-h/IMG_4740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391904295862062930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StPkY7nCz1I/AAAAAAAABQY/lbVVp8EO8nQ/s400/IMG_4740.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StPkYaHDHWI/AAAAAAAABQQ/B8ZU1AguFAk/s1600-h/IMG_4743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391904286869495138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StPkYaHDHWI/AAAAAAAABQQ/B8ZU1AguFAk/s400/IMG_4743.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After that busy day, everyone slept well that night.&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&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953895967621982377-8061009350445374599?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8061009350445374599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/09/yosemite-day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/8061009350445374599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/8061009350445374599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/09/yosemite-day-1.html' title='Yosemite - Day 1'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StPprpIxxoI/AAAAAAAABTA/O3nN5s0-t4s/s72-c/IMG_4549.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-6214307210070883691</id><published>2009-09-23T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T17:34:32.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Francisco (WIth Family)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StJtmn4w58I/AAAAAAAABNg/Yjln4hXwkV8/s1600-h/DSC02626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391492214225430466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StJtmn4w58I/AAAAAAAABNg/Yjln4hXwkV8/s400/DSC02626.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This weekend, Great &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mamaw&lt;/span&gt;, Grandma, and Grandpa came to visit us in California. They came while Dad was out of school for a week, in between quarters.  For the first part of the week, Dad, Grandma, Grandpa and Great &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mamaw&lt;/span&gt; went to San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StJQ6BUZmII/AAAAAAAABNY/kPdgyyBwjLY/s1600-h/IMG_4452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391460661632538754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StJQ6BUZmII/AAAAAAAABNY/kPdgyyBwjLY/s400/IMG_4452.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They went to Fisherman's Wharf and saw the sea lions at Pier 39.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StItp4ZcwaI/AAAAAAAABNA/upL1eRAgv-s/s1600-h/IMG_4453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391421901452919202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StItp4ZcwaI/AAAAAAAABNA/upL1eRAgv-s/s400/IMG_4453.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Although they stink to high heaven, how could you not love this face?  (I think that I might have been a sea lion in a past life.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StItpDjax1I/AAAAAAAABM4/hqhLB6bLS5U/s1600-h/IMG_4457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391421887267653458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StItpDjax1I/AAAAAAAABM4/hqhLB6bLS5U/s400/IMG_4457.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, they ate at McCormick &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kuleto's&lt;/span&gt; Seafood Restaurant located in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ghirardelli&lt;/span&gt; Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StItosvOvII/AAAAAAAABMw/g2Z-8144UsQ/s1600-h/DSC02473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391421881143180418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StItosvOvII/AAAAAAAABMw/g2Z-8144UsQ/s400/DSC02473.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since they were in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ghirardelli&lt;/span&gt; Square, they just had to eat some chocolate &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt; and indulge in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ghirardelli&lt;/span&gt; chocolate squares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StItoFfuKoI/AAAAAAAABMo/VQYPq88IV-s/s1600-h/DSC02472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391421870609148546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StItoFfuKoI/AAAAAAAABMo/VQYPq88IV-s/s400/DSC02472.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next morning, they took a tour of the city on a double &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Decker&lt;/span&gt; bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StIs6X4sVvI/AAAAAAAABMg/dQib00-fXbI/s1600-h/IMG_4472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391421085271742194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StIs6X4sVvI/AAAAAAAABMg/dQib00-fXbI/s400/IMG_4472.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the famous Lombard Street - America's crookedest street with its tight hairpin turns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They also went to the well known park in Washington Square and watched the Asians who live in Chinatown perform &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tai&lt;/span&gt; Chi exercises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StIs5v1zv0I/AAAAAAAABMY/bMVFJbNyPdA/s1600-h/IMG_4471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391421074522226498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StIs5v1zv0I/AAAAAAAABMY/bMVFJbNyPdA/s400/IMG_4471.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's San Francisco's city hall!  Fancy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StIs5P9LokI/AAAAAAAABMQ/dZIZfwXn0-Q/s1600-h/IMG_4479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391421065963217474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StIs5P9LokI/AAAAAAAABMQ/dZIZfwXn0-Q/s400/IMG_4479.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the bus tour, they saw lots of San Francisco's mansions and Victorian houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StIs4sJBWgI/AAAAAAAABMI/0Sr3Js7-OCY/s1600-h/IMG_4485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391421056349198850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StIs4sJBWgI/AAAAAAAABMI/0Sr3Js7-OCY/s400/IMG_4485.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This group of Victorian homes are known as the painted ladies and are also referred to as Postcard Row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391420132446011522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StIsC6VVgII/AAAAAAAABMA/NjOURTBGQYU/s400/IMG_4497.jpg" /&gt;This picture was taken at the highest point in San Fran, Twin Peaks. If you look closely at the center on the picture, you can see Market Street, which is where they went next, riding in a trolley car and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning, they went to see the Golden Gate Bridge, which is a must see when visiting San Fran, even in the fog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StIsCBnIJkI/AAAAAAAABL4/xq_3Hckw04w/s1600-h/IMG_4529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391420117219812930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StIsCBnIJkI/AAAAAAAABL4/xq_3Hckw04w/s400/IMG_4529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StJz6JGFOII/AAAAAAAABNo/VK1tbeRUxZA/s1600-h/IMG_4521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391499146626939010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StJz6JGFOII/AAAAAAAABNo/VK1tbeRUxZA/s400/IMG_4521.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They also wanted to see the coast, but it, too, was foggy.  So, they drove down the coastline to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Monterey&lt;/span&gt;.  The fog &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;lifted&lt;/span&gt; and there were lots of huge jellyfish in the bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StIsBr6hLtI/AAAAAAAABLw/b_qWjgtFb2w/s1600-h/IMG_4540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391420111395565266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StIsBr6hLtI/AAAAAAAABLw/b_qWjgtFb2w/s400/IMG_4540.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They stopped at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Monterey&lt;/span&gt; Yacht club to take some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StIsBJyEXrI/AAAAAAAABLo/sHP3DB3sFOc/s1600-h/IMG_4541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391420102233317042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StIsBJyEXrI/AAAAAAAABLo/sHP3DB3sFOc/s400/IMG_4541.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That evening they went to see the Oakland A's play the Texas Rangers at the Oakland coliseum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StIsAqhGLXI/AAAAAAAABLg/f0X0oOooMTs/s1600-h/DSC02492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391420093840633202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StIsAqhGLXI/AAAAAAAABLg/f0X0oOooMTs/s400/DSC02492.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now, everyone is resting up and getting ready to go to Yosemite for a few days.&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&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/6953895967621982377-6214307210070883691?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6214307210070883691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/09/san-francisco-with-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/6214307210070883691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/6214307210070883691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/09/san-francisco-with-family.html' title='San Francisco (WIth Family)'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/StJtmn4w58I/AAAAAAAABNg/Yjln4hXwkV8/s72-c/DSC02626.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-3534345473260968039</id><published>2009-09-13T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T19:40:31.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day in Monterey</title><content type='html'>(Actually it was the Sunday before Labor Day to be exact.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sq2e4eBIwiI/AAAAAAAABLY/PTDP4l_jYM8/s1600-h/IMG_4347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381131822745305634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sq2e4eBIwiI/AAAAAAAABLY/PTDP4l_jYM8/s400/IMG_4347.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom, Dad and I left the valley and entered the foothills while driving to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Monterey&lt;/span&gt; for the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  Mom and Dad were looking forward to eating seafood while overlooking the ocean in this popular restaurant off of Cannery Row.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sq2e3xUtSUI/AAAAAAAABLQ/gBU0gj3B5eY/s1600-h/DSC02382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381131810747795778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sq2e3xUtSUI/AAAAAAAABLQ/gBU0gj3B5eY/s400/DSC02382.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While eating, they watched some seals sunbathe on the rocks.  This seal must have been a baby because it was smaller than the others.  Also, it's skin was darker and had black and white polka-dots.  This little fella knew he was adorable, posing for the camera.  He even has the bird's attention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sq2e3SEF_wI/AAAAAAAABLI/CaoymbETmtA/s1600-h/IMG_4383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381131802356612866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sq2e3SEF_wI/AAAAAAAABLI/CaoymbETmtA/s400/IMG_4383.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While I patiently waited in the car, Mom and Dad enjoyed watching the kayaks glide by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sq2eb7_wMPI/AAAAAAAABLA/8T-N1JuVwf8/s1600-h/IMG_4385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381131332576358642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sq2eb7_wMPI/AAAAAAAABLA/8T-N1JuVwf8/s400/IMG_4385.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and the sail boats sailing on this windy day.  It was about 65 -70 degrees outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sq2ebZFcA_I/AAAAAAAABK4/aFnYUS13qZI/s1600-h/IMG_4386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381131323204961266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sq2ebZFcA_I/AAAAAAAABK4/aFnYUS13qZI/s400/IMG_4386.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a little ironic because you had the view of the ocean on one side of the street and then popular tourist shops and restaurants on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sq2ean4FWbI/AAAAAAAABKw/UJEzHq8ePys/s1600-h/DSC02385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381131309995612594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sq2ean4FWbI/AAAAAAAABKw/UJEzHq8ePys/s400/DSC02385.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On "America's most famous street", Cannery row was once known for canning sardines.  Now, it is popular for John Steinbeck's 1945 novel "Cannery Row".   Needless to say, it was a busy, crowded place, especially on a holiday weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sq2ds9g8KqI/AAAAAAAABKo/pLYNoMyXh1g/s1600-h/IMG_4389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381130525530139298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sq2ds9g8KqI/AAAAAAAABKo/pLYNoMyXh1g/s400/IMG_4389.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leaving the hustle and bustle of the city, we drove along the 17 Mile Drive.  We enjoyed seeing Pebble Beach golf course and its views of the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sq2drvsnsAI/AAAAAAAABKY/prZnQTdefN8/s1600-h/IMG_4394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381130504641163266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sq2drvsnsAI/AAAAAAAABKY/prZnQTdefN8/s400/IMG_4394.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who cares about golf when we have this to look at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sq2dFh7qtqI/AAAAAAAABKQ/D6ZZrnaZvCo/s1600-h/DSC02391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381129848111150754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sq2dFh7qtqI/AAAAAAAABKQ/D6ZZrnaZvCo/s400/DSC02391.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The whole area was covered by these wild flowers.  We also saw a deer run across one of the greens but the golfers did not even seem to notice it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sq2dFICbpDI/AAAAAAAABKI/bzUvUxfiUkw/s1600-h/IMG_4424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381129841160201266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sq2dFICbpDI/AAAAAAAABKI/bzUvUxfiUkw/s400/IMG_4424.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We also enjoyed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gawking&lt;/span&gt; at these &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;luxurious&lt;/span&gt; mansions in this exclusive neighborhood.  Wouldn't you love to attend a Parade of Homes to tour the inside of these houses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sq2dEkRkOwI/AAAAAAAABKA/XkEAqLNhS1k/s1600-h/IMG_4418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381129831560002306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sq2dEkRkOwI/AAAAAAAABKA/XkEAqLNhS1k/s400/IMG_4418.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I bet these gorgeous views factor into the prices of these homes and to say you overlook Pebble Beach probably increases the value too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sq2b4BlBn3I/AAAAAAAABJ4/1XmlYPhaTXo/s1600-h/DSC02390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381128516576321394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sq2b4BlBn3I/AAAAAAAABJ4/1XmlYPhaTXo/s400/DSC02390.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom loved this red wildflower that covered the coastline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sq2b3rHFlwI/AAAAAAAABJw/jFtopgrE-2k/s1600-h/IMG_4403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381128510545172226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sq2b3rHFlwI/AAAAAAAABJw/jFtopgrE-2k/s400/IMG_4403.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These pictures do not do the ocean justice.  The water was the prettiest turquoise and oh so clear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sq2b3HzvfmI/AAAAAAAABJo/mTPO6lJPU6Y/s1600-h/IMG_4427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381128501068791394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sq2b3HzvfmI/AAAAAAAABJo/mTPO6lJPU6Y/s400/IMG_4427.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Along this scenic drive are the largest and oldest &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Monterey&lt;/span&gt; cypress trees in existence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sq2bJI-QShI/AAAAAAAABJg/bhqc3LQ9pa0/s1600-h/IMG_4436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381127711107336722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sq2bJI-QShI/AAAAAAAABJg/bhqc3LQ9pa0/s400/IMG_4436.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the famous Lone Cypress, perched on a rock surrounded by a wall and supported by cables to keep it from falling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sq2bIu_oUmI/AAAAAAAABJY/T4fOWOo40eg/s1600-h/IMG_4444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381127704133784162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sq2bIu_oUmI/AAAAAAAABJY/T4fOWOo40eg/s400/IMG_4444.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Initially, I felt sorry for the tree, being by itself all of the time.  Then I realized that it does have other trees fairly close by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sq2bHwO16BI/AAAAAAAABJQ/kWIfW8L51yw/s1600-h/IMG_4441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381127687286155282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sq2bHwO16BI/AAAAAAAABJQ/kWIfW8L51yw/s400/IMG_4441.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before making the drive back home, Mom wanted to stop by this park, referred to as Lover's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Point&lt;/span&gt;.  It is a grassy park with beautiful views of the coastline where people can just hang out and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sq2afWKV-RI/AAAAAAAABJI/j4-7RxUO8Q8/s1600-h/DSC02409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381126993093196050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sq2afWKV-RI/AAAAAAAABJI/j4-7RxUO8Q8/s400/DSC02409.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There is also a small, cove-like beach.  Can you believe that people were actually getting in this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;frigid&lt;/span&gt; water?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sq2ae5__xZI/AAAAAAAABJA/NHTeqwmkaXo/s1600-h/DSC02410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381126985533605266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sq2ae5__xZI/AAAAAAAABJA/NHTeqwmkaXo/s400/DSC02410.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sq2aecDCsmI/AAAAAAAABI4/NwqkAXiZ7n4/s1600-h/DSC02423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381126977493316194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sq2aecDCsmI/AAAAAAAABI4/NwqkAXiZ7n4/s400/DSC02423.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a long day of sightseeing, this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sight hound&lt;/span&gt; was ready to go back home.&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6953895967621982377-3534345473260968039?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3534345473260968039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day-in-monterey.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/3534345473260968039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/3534345473260968039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day-in-monterey.html' title='Labor Day in Monterey'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sq2e4eBIwiI/AAAAAAAABLY/PTDP4l_jYM8/s72-c/IMG_4347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-3741358104617864416</id><published>2009-09-12T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T20:30:45.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Sitting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sqxkha62wJI/AAAAAAAABHY/F0PUtCagA3Y/s1600-h/DSC02325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380786180125540498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sqxkha62wJI/AAAAAAAABHY/F0PUtCagA3Y/s400/DSC02325.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This past weekend, things were a little different around here.  Axle and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dash's&lt;/span&gt; Mom went out of town for Labor Day.  So, Mom and Dad eagerly volunteered to keep an eye on Axle and Dash while she was away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have been going to the tennis court quite frequently to play chase . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sqxkg5pOgxI/AAAAAAAABHQ/STuWvZJdnpQ/s1600-h/DSC02326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380786171193230098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sqxkg5pOgxI/AAAAAAAABHQ/STuWvZJdnpQ/s400/DSC02326.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But, this weekend, we chased each other around and around and around the apartment.  We all run so fast, this is the best picture Mom could get of us playing together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SqxkgUAXBpI/AAAAAAAABHI/2V4M2FhB5no/s1600-h/DSC02358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380786161089709714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SqxkgUAXBpI/AAAAAAAABHI/2V4M2FhB5no/s400/DSC02358.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see, Axle is the calm one.  He is very observant of his surroundings, taking it all in.  Whereas, Dash is the blur in the background, playing with one of my toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SqxjuSXfyxI/AAAAAAAABHA/XEuqoe0HtGE/s1600-h/IMG_4280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 380px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380785301656423186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SqxjuSXfyxI/AAAAAAAABHA/XEuqoe0HtGE/s400/IMG_4280.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No fair!  Why is Dash allowed on the couch and I am not? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sqxjt9GSd3I/AAAAAAAABG4/iEB9Q4edY9g/s1600-h/IMG_4291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380785295947102066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sqxjt9GSd3I/AAAAAAAABG4/iEB9Q4edY9g/s400/IMG_4291.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He can't have the couch and my chair!  Oh well, Dash does not stay in one place long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SqxjtYaTIpI/AAAAAAAABGw/rqVdKhE3OFg/s1600-h/IMG_4329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380785286098920082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SqxjtYaTIpI/AAAAAAAABGw/rqVdKhE3OFg/s400/IMG_4329.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think that Axle was looking for a way out of here, seeking some peace and quiet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SqxjBWhrEvI/AAAAAAAABGo/XSGsuUBeOMg/s1600-h/DSC02361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380784529678734066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SqxjBWhrEvI/AAAAAAAABGo/XSGsuUBeOMg/s400/DSC02361.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SqxjA1bRaoI/AAAAAAAABGg/-W0zhGjicJU/s1600-h/DSC02445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380784520793516674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SqxjA1bRaoI/AAAAAAAABGg/-W0zhGjicJU/s400/DSC02445.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and Dad were both in doggy heaven, enjoying the three of us playing together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SqxjAaIAE7I/AAAAAAAABGY/WPb87KGCRAs/s1600-h/DSC02452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380784513464931250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SqxjAaIAE7I/AAAAAAAABGY/WPb87KGCRAs/s400/DSC02452.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't worry.  I overheard them say that they did not see another dog in their future.  I think that we are a one dog family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6953895967621982377-3741358104617864416?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3741358104617864416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/09/dog-sitting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/3741358104617864416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/3741358104617864416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/09/dog-sitting.html' title='Dog Sitting'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sqxkha62wJI/AAAAAAAABHY/F0PUtCagA3Y/s72-c/DSC02325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-5637765493632901296</id><published>2009-08-23T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T18:41:12.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bark in the Ballpark</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SpHovr5DkoI/AAAAAAAABGM/5iHAx7x2fqM/s1600-h/DSC02300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373331736363242114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SpHovr5DkoI/AAAAAAAABGM/5iHAx7x2fqM/s400/DSC02300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today I went to my first baseball game. Mom, Dad and I went to see the Sacramento &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;River Cats&lt;/span&gt; play the Portland Beavers at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Raley&lt;/span&gt; Field. It was Bark in the Ballpark day, where dogs were allowed to sit on the lawn behind center field.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SpHoux5iFKI/AAAAAAAABGE/Hx_F2OV5cEA/s1600-h/IMG_4229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373331720795985058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SpHoux5iFKI/AAAAAAAABGE/Hx_F2OV5cEA/s400/IMG_4229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was also a pregame parade and a costume contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373331714794764322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SpHoubiuuCI/AAAAAAAABF8/qZJaUQ2S5_Y/s400/IMG_4195.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This dog won the biggest fan award. His owner thought it would be cute (more like cruel) to put a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;River Cat's&lt;/span&gt; paw on his head. Poor thing can't even see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SpHoYSxYVnI/AAAAAAAABF0/VL16ux0HOf8/s1600-h/IMG_4198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373331334483170930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SpHoYSxYVnI/AAAAAAAABF0/VL16ux0HOf8/s400/IMG_4198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This dog won the best dressed award. Looks like he is ready for the pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SpHoXkqn3PI/AAAAAAAABFs/LwosDDRO5oc/s1600-h/IMG_4189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373331322106797298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SpHoXkqn3PI/AAAAAAAABFs/LwosDDRO5oc/s400/IMG_4189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SpHoXXg7-7I/AAAAAAAABFk/M1KlOfJQo4U/s1600-h/IMG_4200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373331318576511922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SpHoXXg7-7I/AAAAAAAABFk/M1KlOfJQo4U/s400/IMG_4200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And of course we had a hot dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SpHoLrWf5iI/AAAAAAAABFc/QR8dKr5ajws/s1600-h/IMG_4210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373331117743007266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SpHoLrWf5iI/AAAAAAAABFc/QR8dKr5ajws/s400/IMG_4210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This Great Dane had a ribbon around her neck and her tail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SpHoLP0e-XI/AAAAAAAABFU/pCELEa-R4HY/s1600-h/IMG_4215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373331110352583026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SpHoLP0e-XI/AAAAAAAABFU/pCELEa-R4HY/s400/IMG_4215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looks like she is trying to defend herself, saying this was not her idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SpHoKndZedI/AAAAAAAABFM/HiK0NGe3NnQ/s1600-h/IMG_4214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373331099518335442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SpHoKndZedI/AAAAAAAABFM/HiK0NGe3NnQ/s400/IMG_4214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some dogs were wearing dresses while others wore shirts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SpHn245nadI/AAAAAAAABFE/ipMdonZjEP0/s1600-h/IMG_4227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373330760602708434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SpHn245nadI/AAAAAAAABFE/ipMdonZjEP0/s400/IMG_4227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some had on ballerina tutus but at least we all got along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SpHn2bFn_PI/AAAAAAAABE8/9Izdbtr8Qb8/s1600-h/IMG_4186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373330752600014066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SpHn2bFn_PI/AAAAAAAABE8/9Izdbtr8Qb8/s400/IMG_4186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank God Mom and Dad did not make me dress up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We enjoyed the game. The weather was nice with a good breeze every now and then. It was fun to get out of the house and socialize with other people and their dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SpHn17eDhKI/AAAAAAAABE0/TuqoZ3qTAZM/s1600-h/DSC02293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373330744112546978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SpHn17eDhKI/AAAAAAAABE0/TuqoZ3qTAZM/s400/DSC02293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now, I am enjoying the air conditioning while relaxing on the couch with the remote.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( I am not supposed to be sitting up here but I have been able to get away with some things since this is my birthday weekend. All good things must come to an end as Mom and Dad are getting ready for the work/school week.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! By the way, thank you for my birthday cards! That was very sweet and thoughtful. I wonder how many other dogs get cards on their birthdays. Not many I would imagine. So, thank you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6953895967621982377-5637765493632901296?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5637765493632901296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/08/bark-at-ballpark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/5637765493632901296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/5637765493632901296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/08/bark-at-ballpark.html' title='Bark in the Ballpark'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SpHovr5DkoI/AAAAAAAABGM/5iHAx7x2fqM/s72-c/DSC02300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-7737162412218927669</id><published>2009-08-19T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T21:35:24.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/So9zgTPNsaI/AAAAAAAABEs/wjuuQ8R8krE/s1600-h/DSC02272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372639879233384866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/So9zgTPNsaI/AAAAAAAABEs/wjuuQ8R8krE/s400/DSC02272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My birthday is this Saturday, the 22.  Axle and Dash's Mom made me a matching collar and leash that I just love.  I think that lilac is my color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/So9zf_OCm-I/AAAAAAAABEk/hgtXeHWq4Ps/s1600-h/DSC02275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372639873859754978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/So9zf_OCm-I/AAAAAAAABEk/hgtXeHWq4Ps/s400/DSC02275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the pattern, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/So9zfHSf_cI/AAAAAAAABEc/oZg_UNxYP50/s1600-h/DSC02283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372639858846072258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/So9zfHSf_cI/AAAAAAAABEc/oZg_UNxYP50/s400/DSC02283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I will be turning 6 years old this Saturday, which is bitter sweet.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/So9zedZv9ZI/AAAAAAAABEU/GIKsIZNzr-c/s1600-h/DSCF0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372639847602189714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/So9zedZv9ZI/AAAAAAAABEU/GIKsIZNzr-c/s400/DSCF0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My older brother, Thor, was six years old when he passed away.  I never had the pleasure of meeting him but Mom and Dad talk about him often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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/6953895967621982377-7737162412218927669?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7737162412218927669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-birthday-present.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/7737162412218927669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/7737162412218927669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-birthday-present.html' title='My Birthday Present'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/So9zgTPNsaI/AAAAAAAABEs/wjuuQ8R8krE/s72-c/DSC02272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-2825945769440760517</id><published>2009-08-17T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T21:20:39.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing with the Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/So9v191IHGI/AAAAAAAABEM/29Me5kLD9_Q/s1600-h/DSC02290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372635853397433442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/So9v191IHGI/AAAAAAAABEM/29Me5kLD9_Q/s400/DSC02290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This weekend, I played with Axle and Dash, not once but twice. They had a good time chasing after me and then I finally realized that I could chase after them. I can catch up to them on the straightaways but I can not turn as sharply as they do. They are FAST and have a lot of energy! They move so quickly that it is difficult for Mom to take a picture of them in action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/So9v1DXJWXI/AAAAAAAABEE/VnLaesMwN08/s1600-h/DSC02261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372635837702429042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/So9v1DXJWXI/AAAAAAAABEE/VnLaesMwN08/s400/DSC02261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's a picture of Dad loving on Axle. Isn't he sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/So9vlqr4pjI/AAAAAAAABD8/fdBriVas_MI/s1600-h/DSC02257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372635573380490802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/So9vlqr4pjI/AAAAAAAABD8/fdBriVas_MI/s400/DSC02257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/So9vlbQz2BI/AAAAAAAABD0/Snw8Inq2ybQ/s1600-h/DSC02256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372635569240397842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/So9vlbQz2BI/AAAAAAAABD0/Snw8Inq2ybQ/s400/DSC02256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then, Dash came up and interrupted the peace by trying to lick Axle to death. I growl and bark when the boys are playing, trying to break them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/So9vk0xgIdI/AAAAAAAABDs/naLdf9CuhRM/s1600-h/DSC02255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372635558908535250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/So9vk0xgIdI/AAAAAAAABDs/naLdf9CuhRM/s400/DSC02255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Notice suddenly there is peace again, with enough love to go around for everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We sure did have a good time playing. Looking forward to future play dates!&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/6953895967621982377-2825945769440760517?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2825945769440760517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/08/playing-with-boys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/2825945769440760517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/2825945769440760517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/08/playing-with-boys.html' title='Playing with the Boys'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/So9v191IHGI/AAAAAAAABEM/29Me5kLD9_Q/s72-c/DSC02290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-1829426758008932557</id><published>2009-08-14T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T21:21:48.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Farmer's Market</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/So9nAJhT_TI/AAAAAAAABDk/juN9Gi4D6zY/s1600-h/DSC02225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372626132729593138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/So9nAJhT_TI/AAAAAAAABDk/juN9Gi4D6zY/s400/DSC02225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday, Mom rushed in from work and the next thing I know, I was in the car. She was telling me to be on my best behavior because we were going to the local farmer's market. Since I had been to a farmer's market before, I thought "What's the big deal?". Then I could see these big blow up things with kids bouncing inside, smell sausage cooking and hear the live bands playing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/So9m_nrX9ZI/AAAAAAAABDc/v6h5rjzO3Wk/s1600-h/DSC02228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372626123644990866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/So9m_nrX9ZI/AAAAAAAABDc/v6h5rjzO3Wk/s400/DSC02228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vendors were set up along the side of the road selling everything from jewelry to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tye&lt;/span&gt; dyed T-shirts to fruits and vegetables. Lots of fresh corn, peaches, and green beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/So9mwWKwjVI/AAAAAAAABDU/wd5Zsld0qIY/s1600-h/DSC02230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372625861246750034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/So9mwWKwjVI/AAAAAAAABDU/wd5Zsld0qIY/s400/DSC02230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course Mom spent some time looking at the fresh cut flowers, in awe of the prices ranging from $5 to $10 for the arrangements in each of these black containers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/So9mv_-AFiI/AAAAAAAABDM/Pl5J8yjQSh4/s1600-h/DSC02233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372625855287662114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/So9mv_-AFiI/AAAAAAAABDM/Pl5J8yjQSh4/s400/DSC02233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom bought some fresh tomatoes for tomato sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/So9mvOzK88I/AAAAAAAABDE/B8FS3FScNd0/s1600-h/DSC02235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372625842088899522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/So9mvOzK88I/AAAAAAAABDE/B8FS3FScNd0/s400/DSC02235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kettle corn&lt;/span&gt; was purchased too. The one little piece that I tasted that Mom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; dropped was delicious - a perfect mixture of sweet and salty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/So9mQQIQqaI/AAAAAAAABC4/coGqN2NDa2M/s1600-h/DSC02251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372625309869844898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/So9mQQIQqaI/AAAAAAAABC4/coGqN2NDa2M/s400/DSC02251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom has been wanting some figs after talking with one of her friends and Great Granddaddy who has fig trees, but these were a different kind. Although they are pretty, she complained that the skin was a little too tough and the figs were overripe. Hopefully, she will have better luck next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/So9mPgR-w8I/AAAAAAAABCs/pNSTcKkTs24/s1600-h/DSC02249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372625297025713090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/So9mPgR-w8I/AAAAAAAABCs/pNSTcKkTs24/s400/DSC02249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She also bought some local honey. This little bear was too cute not to snuggle up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/So9mOhLl0lI/AAAAAAAABCg/tfnoPVShPpM/s1600-h/DSC02223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372625280087478866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/So9mOhLl0lI/AAAAAAAABCg/tfnoPVShPpM/s400/DSC02223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, I wonder what tomorrow will bring.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953895967621982377-1829426758008932557?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1829426758008932557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-farmers-market.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/1829426758008932557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/1829426758008932557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-farmers-market.html' title='Another Farmer&apos;s Market'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/So9nAJhT_TI/AAAAAAAABDk/juN9Gi4D6zY/s72-c/DSC02225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-3787822298203629562</id><published>2009-08-01T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T18:25:09.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waterfalls at Yosemite National Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn9YI7DLrMI/AAAAAAAABB8/f1m73Nia6pk/s1600-h/IMG_3963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368106191162158274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn9YI7DLrMI/AAAAAAAABB8/f1m73Nia6pk/s400/IMG_3963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We woke up early Saturday morning and went to Yosemite National Park. We left the flat valley and entered the foot hills. The closer we got to Yosemite, the more twists and turns we faced. Despite the winding roads, I slept most of the way. Mom and Dad told me that it was a gorgeous drive on another beautiful day in California.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn9YIegvgHI/AAAAAAAABB0/Fdvnkb0IdJ4/s1600-h/IMG_3986.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The main focus of our trip was to see as many waterfalls that we possibly could during our short trip. The first waterfall to see was Bridalveil Falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn9YH5DDfOI/AAAAAAAABBs/1o7dxi4yKGw/s1600-h/IMG_3989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368106173444881634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn9YH5DDfOI/AAAAAAAABBs/1o7dxi4yKGw/s400/IMG_3989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are pictures of us enjoying our short hike to see Bridalveil Falls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn9X2-zSYFI/AAAAAAAABBk/Zy8z0p8eRdo/s1600-h/IMG_4007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368105882931585106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn9X2-zSYFI/AAAAAAAABBk/Zy8z0p8eRdo/s400/IMG_4007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn9X2tnEMkI/AAAAAAAABBc/Vb-UBYIhPfw/s1600-h/IMG_4009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368105878316921410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn9X2tnEMkI/AAAAAAAABBc/Vb-UBYIhPfw/s400/IMG_4009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Mom embarrassing me, treating me as if I am a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn9X2BHy0mI/AAAAAAAABBU/G18R0UXcxzc/s1600-h/IMG_4013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368105866374599266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn9X2BHy0mI/AAAAAAAABBU/G18R0UXcxzc/s400/IMG_4013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now that Mom put me up here on this log, how am I supposed to get down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn9XTl9PJ1I/AAAAAAAABBM/pgWv_8_gK5U/s1600-h/IMG_3999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368105274967009106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn9XTl9PJ1I/AAAAAAAABBM/pgWv_8_gK5U/s400/IMG_3999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can see how this waterfall gets its name because of the wind carrying the water, looking as if it were a bride's veil. It's Indian name is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pohono&lt;/span&gt;, meaning "puffing wind".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn9XTBFoI7I/AAAAAAAABBE/BRn_IrJ_19c/s1600-h/IMG_4027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368105265070089138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn9XTBFoI7I/AAAAAAAABBE/BRn_IrJ_19c/s400/IMG_4027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was our first glimpse at Yosemite Falls, the highest measured waterfall in North America.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn9XS-JbcYI/AAAAAAAABA8/DltCV5-qI9U/s1600-h/IMG_4037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368105264280727938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn9XS-JbcYI/AAAAAAAABA8/DltCV5-qI9U/s400/IMG_4037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love the picture above because it not only gives a perspective of the height of Yosemite Falls but also how tall the trees are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn9Wkw7zBWI/AAAAAAAABA0/LN3RaoYlyjY/s1600-h/IMG_4053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368104470459909474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn9Wkw7zBWI/AAAAAAAABA0/LN3RaoYlyjY/s400/IMG_4053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Mom standing in front of Lower Yosemite Falls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn9WkZh_pgI/AAAAAAAABAs/Xsw3MUYZ6N8/s1600-h/IMG_4054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368104464177669634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn9WkZh_pgI/AAAAAAAABAs/Xsw3MUYZ6N8/s400/IMG_4054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad wanted to get closer to the falls, so he decided to climb this rocks to see the Lower Yosemite Falls up close and personal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn9WkGnltRI/AAAAAAAABAk/PuAxzT8MRDA/s1600-h/IMG_4055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368104459100861714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn9WkGnltRI/AAAAAAAABAk/PuAxzT8MRDA/s400/IMG_4055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad said that there were people swimming in the pool of the waterfall. When he returned, he looked as though he had been swimming but he was soaked with sweat instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn9WDOiNUpI/AAAAAAAABAc/i_SsUm7ZcbE/s1600-h/IMG_4079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368103894290092690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn9WDOiNUpI/AAAAAAAABAc/i_SsUm7ZcbE/s400/IMG_4079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is just one of the many pictures taken on the valley floor of Yosemite. It was so calm and peaceful, just taking in the beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn9WCubBVTI/AAAAAAAABAU/vvgSZeDao6I/s1600-h/IMG_4098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368103885670012210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn9WCubBVTI/AAAAAAAABAU/vvgSZeDao6I/s400/IMG_4098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; However, there were these California Grey Squirrels who taunted me throughout the entire day. They saw that I was on a leash and knew that they could get away with it since I was unable to chase them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn9WCDSjx7I/AAAAAAAABAM/dTDu_V-uRNU/s1600-h/IMG_4066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368103874091796402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn9WCDSjx7I/AAAAAAAABAM/dTDu_V-uRNU/s400/IMG_4066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our last stop of the day was Glacier Point, where we could see most of the key landmarks of the national park. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn9VXJ8eylI/AAAAAAAABAE/hDVL_z-jKfA/s1600-h/IMG_4113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368103137143867986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn9VXJ8eylI/AAAAAAAABAE/hDVL_z-jKfA/s400/IMG_4113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pictured above is Nevada (the upper waterfall) and Vernal Falls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below is Half Dome - possibly Yosemite's most familiar site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn9VWn-4tCI/AAAAAAAAA_8/yl1EIivono8/s1600-h/IMG_4158.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn9VWDocizI/AAAAAAAAA_0/WzwpwSaW5i8/s1600-h/IMG_4149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368103118269352754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn9VWDocizI/AAAAAAAAA_0/WzwpwSaW5i8/s400/IMG_4149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A lady standing next to Dad at Glacier Point said that her boyfriend was in the process of climbing Half Dome. He started in the valley on Wednesday and was planning to reach the summit on Sunday. She was tracking his progress by using binoculars. I could not imagine hanging from that granite dome for a few days! Half Dome rises more than 4,700 feet from Yosemite's valley floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn9Tyg3PkMI/AAAAAAAAA_s/98A6X_sckOs/s1600-h/IMG_4132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368101408129126594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn9Tyg3PkMI/AAAAAAAAA_s/98A6X_sckOs/s400/IMG_4132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do not be alarmed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This boulder is lot more secure than that piece of rope that the lady's boyfriend is hanging from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368101402632056914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn9TyMYo8FI/AAAAAAAAA_k/EGOUrFyxgXY/s400/IMG_4148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Above is a picture of the Royal Arches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn9TxtY9loI/AAAAAAAAA_c/KQVhaXc5eIk/s1600-h/IMG_4166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368101394311911042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn9TxtY9loI/AAAAAAAAA_c/KQVhaXc5eIk/s400/IMG_4166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And last but not least, a picture of Upper and Lower Yosemite Falls.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Overall, we all had a good time. I would love to come back in the spring when the falls are at their peak.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953895967621982377-3787822298203629562?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3787822298203629562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/08/waterfalls-at-yosemite-national-park.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/3787822298203629562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/3787822298203629562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/08/waterfalls-at-yosemite-national-park.html' title='Waterfalls at Yosemite National Park'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn9YI7DLrMI/AAAAAAAABB8/f1m73Nia6pk/s72-c/IMG_3963.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-1816705092332295288</id><published>2009-07-25T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T19:26:29.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Local Winery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn4mwTAiEwI/AAAAAAAAA_U/dhfuUsFUKK8/s1600-h/DSC02158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367770417050292994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn4mwTAiEwI/AAAAAAAAA_U/dhfuUsFUKK8/s400/DSC02158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We woke up Saturday morning to another sunny day in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;California&lt;/span&gt; with no cloud in the sky (which is typical). Mom and Dad decided that today would be the perfect day to visit a winery. I was not invited since I am not of drinking age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn4mwF8pW8I/AAAAAAAAA_M/VVXcuR5qyyU/s1600-h/DSC02192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367770413544332226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn4mwF8pW8I/AAAAAAAAA_M/VVXcuR5qyyU/s400/DSC02192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They went to the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; largest winery in the WORLD. After partaking in a little wine tasting, they went on a tour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn4mvu76zrI/AAAAAAAAA_E/TKdSjJLBRBQ/s1600-h/DSC02161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367770407367265970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn4mvu76zrI/AAAAAAAAA_E/TKdSjJLBRBQ/s400/DSC02161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These grapes are going to be ready to be harvested next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn4mWDgpjJI/AAAAAAAAA-8/rHQjFBx7Tr0/s1600-h/DSC02163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367769966213434514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn4mWDgpjJI/AAAAAAAAA-8/rHQjFBx7Tr0/s400/DSC02163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They saw grape vines after grape vines. The tour guide said that it only takes 10 gallons of water for an acre of grape vines per year.  I guess that's why vineyards thrive in California.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn4mVzeXGkI/AAAAAAAAA-0/ROLOcTNMlFE/s1600-h/DSC02165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367769961908869698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn4mVzeXGkI/AAAAAAAAA-0/ROLOcTNMlFE/s400/DSC02165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the grapes are harvested, which takes place at night because of the cooler temperatures, they are crushed and stored in these huge holding tanks to ferment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn4mVTRT_QI/AAAAAAAAA-s/6B8ZGn7Pd6Y/s1600-h/DSC02168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367769953264205058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn4mVTRT_QI/AAAAAAAAA-s/6B8ZGn7Pd6Y/s400/DSC02168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When this winery was first established in 1930s, they used these containers wrapped in redwoods to store the crushed grapes for the fermentation process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn4l7o8CxnI/AAAAAAAAA-k/F6DXaWZYeKI/s1600-h/DSC02173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367769512403977842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn4l7o8CxnI/AAAAAAAAA-k/F6DXaWZYeKI/s400/DSC02173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The tour guide said that when it was time to clean these storage containers, a retired jockey would squeeze into this opening in order to hose down the inside of these holding tanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn4l7DYiOoI/AAAAAAAAA-c/Nvxi3PtK4_Y/s1600-h/DSC02174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367769502322932354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn4l7DYiOoI/AAAAAAAAA-c/Nvxi3PtK4_Y/s400/DSC02174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bikes are the primary mode of transportation at the winery because it does not stir up the dust in the vineyards. Mom and Dad said that the bikes looked out of place amongst all of the other high tech machinery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn4l668yd3I/AAAAAAAAA-U/dtKt-GZvprs/s1600-h/DSC02177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367769500059072370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn4l668yd3I/AAAAAAAAA-U/dtKt-GZvprs/s400/DSC02177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then they went into this warehouse, which is kept at a cool 50 degree temperature, filled with 57,000 barrels of wine for the aging process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn4lbTE6QAI/AAAAAAAAA-M/KvpTIf3FuoA/s1600-h/DSC02186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367768956779773954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn4lbTE6QAI/AAAAAAAAA-M/KvpTIf3FuoA/s400/DSC02186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Each barrel hold 59 gallons and is made of oak. The barrels cost in the range of $600 to $2,000 and are only used once because that is where the wine gets most of its flavor. Then, they are sold off for about 20 bucks. Talk about depreciation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn4lanE9ozI/AAAAAAAAA-E/uINyHIYRHUY/s1600-h/DSC02188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367768944968835890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn4lanE9ozI/AAAAAAAAA-E/uINyHIYRHUY/s400/DSC02188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom and Dad stayed in this warehouse for quite some time because it was nice and cool after being outside in the heat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn4laPNaigI/AAAAAAAAA98/n3KmpCWWc7k/s1600-h/DSC02189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367768938561833474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn4laPNaigI/AAAAAAAAA98/n3KmpCWWc7k/s400/DSC02189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, they went to see a cork tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn4k0scc-mI/AAAAAAAAA90/pcAp7d_l5CU/s1600-h/DSC02190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367768293574507106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn4k0scc-mI/AAAAAAAAA90/pcAp7d_l5CU/s400/DSC02190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bark is where cork comes from for the wine bottles. Only approximately 20% of the bark is usable though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn4k0HtwydI/AAAAAAAAA9s/fj6RcxttcUo/s1600-h/DSC02191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367768283714996690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn4k0HtwydI/AAAAAAAAA9s/fj6RcxttcUo/s400/DSC02191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sounds like Mom and Dad had a good time and learned a lot about the wine making process. I bet they will sleep well tonight but Mom says that she still does not care for the taste of wine. It reminds her of the cough syrup that her grandmother used to make her take a teaspoon of whenever she had any kind of ailment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn4kzkgVF5I/AAAAAAAAA9k/nUB07g2vpMs/s1600-h/DSC02155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367768274263414674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn4kzkgVF5I/AAAAAAAAA9k/nUB07g2vpMs/s400/DSC02155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6953895967621982377-1816705092332295288?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1816705092332295288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/local-winery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/1816705092332295288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/1816705092332295288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/local-winery.html' title='Local Winery'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn4mwTAiEwI/AAAAAAAAA_U/dhfuUsFUKK8/s72-c/DSC02158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-6331693688165342837</id><published>2009-07-19T20:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T21:10:48.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Play Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmPrrS6JiOI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/1u5O9KmPFJs/s1600-h/DSC02040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360387110543657186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmPrrS6JiOI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/1u5O9KmPFJs/s400/DSC02040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we moved into our new apartment, the manager informed Mom that another tenant owns two Italian Greyhounds, which are basically "Mini-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Me's&lt;/span&gt;" (Think of a dog shaped just like me only approximately half my size.) Mom finally meet this tenant and fell in love with her two dogs. They arranged a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;play date&lt;/span&gt; at the local dog park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmPrUMZoVlI/AAAAAAAAA0I/AJer9rxO7a0/s1600-h/DSC02147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360386713659659858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmPrUMZoVlI/AAAAAAAAA0I/AJer9rxO7a0/s400/DSC02147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meet Axle (on left) and Dash (on right), who are brothers and Fresco (behind them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmPrS8vtgAI/AAAAAAAAA0A/eenJsYi8_yE/s1600-h/DSC02149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360386692277436418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmPrS8vtgAI/AAAAAAAAA0A/eenJsYi8_yE/s400/DSC02149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fresco is a friend of Axle's and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dash's&lt;/span&gt;. He and his owners joined us at the dog park. Fresco loves that tennis ball and would play fetch all day long, despite the 106 degree weather at 6:30 in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmPpW26_fKI/AAAAAAAAAz4/nAubPGdKNEw/s1600-h/DSC02140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360384560410360994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmPpW26_fKI/AAAAAAAAAz4/nAubPGdKNEw/s400/DSC02140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Dad playing with Axle. Yes, Dad got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hairCUT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmPpWl3VLUI/AAAAAAAAAzw/zvjwRKebxaQ/s1600-h/DSC02144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360384555831602498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmPpWl3VLUI/AAAAAAAAAzw/zvjwRKebxaQ/s400/DSC02144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fresco and Dash are anxiously waiting for the tennis ball to be thrown. Italian Greyhounds have a lot more energy than I do. I just watched them play and enjoyed all of the attention of their dog owners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmPpWA5h9lI/AAAAAAAAAzo/RcG_Q8xjzCU/s1600-h/DSC02049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360384545908717138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmPpWA5h9lI/AAAAAAAAAzo/RcG_Q8xjzCU/s400/DSC02049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now, it is time for a nice 8 hour nap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night.&lt;/div&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/6953895967621982377-6331693688165342837?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6331693688165342837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-first-play-date.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/6331693688165342837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/6331693688165342837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-first-play-date.html' title='My First Play Date'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmPrrS6JiOI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/1u5O9KmPFJs/s72-c/DSC02040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-2602579960000543753</id><published>2009-07-17T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T18:09:46.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taco Truck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every since we moved to California, Mom has been commenting on the number of taco trucks she sees parked in various parking lots. A taco truck in California is the equivalent of an ice cream truck in Alabama (They have ice cream men here who push carts selling ice cream instead of a truck.) Rather than driving around neighborhoods to sell ice cream, taco trucks park in certain areas to sell authentic Mexican food. Dad says that the people at school call taco trucks the "roach coach" and they buy Mexican food from the taco truck during their breaks. Since Dad does not eat Mexican, Mom has been wanting to order from the taco truck but has been intimidated by it because the workers only speak Spanish. However, her new co-workers go to the taco truck on occasion so Mom went with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As you can see, the menu is a little different than most Mexican restaurants back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn4a6D7LaQI/AAAAAAAAA9c/Hg6L6wWJCho/s1600-h/DSC02135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367757390660462850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn4a6D7LaQI/AAAAAAAAA9c/Hg6L6wWJCho/s400/DSC02135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, they do sell "head" and "tongue" as a choice of meat. Even as a dog, that is disgusting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn4a5nvr2II/AAAAAAAAA9U/_eTi_06bgrE/s1600-h/DSC02137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367757383096064130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn4a5nvr2II/AAAAAAAAA9U/_eTi_06bgrE/s400/DSC02137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shamayne&lt;/span&gt;, Kerri, and Marie went to the more "upscale" taco truck with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pavilion&lt;/span&gt; and tables set up to eat. Most of them are just the truck out in the middle of a parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn4a5D1pIRI/AAAAAAAAA9M/4Xzg_Dg5RqU/s1600-h/DSC02138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367757373457375506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn4a5D1pIRI/AAAAAAAAA9M/4Xzg_Dg5RqU/s400/DSC02138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom had a good time and could only eat half of the HUGE burrito. Most Fridays, she and her co-workers go out for lunch which allows her to try different local restaurants (since Dad is not willing to venture out) while getting to know her co-workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F.Y.I. - Fridays are casual days (not that scrubs are dressy by any means).&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/6953895967621982377-2602579960000543753?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2602579960000543753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/taco-truck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/2602579960000543753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/2602579960000543753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/taco-truck.html' title='Taco Truck'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn4a6D7LaQI/AAAAAAAAA9c/Hg6L6wWJCho/s72-c/DSC02135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-8258961325326626519</id><published>2009-07-12T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T15:30:59.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Humble Abode</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;After returning from our vacations on Saturday, we moved into our new apartment on Sunday so that Mom can start her new job assignment on Monday.  It is a good thing that Mom and Dad had already packed up everything before they left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn34R7lcaRI/AAAAAAAAA9E/EAqfsn9vil8/s1600-h/DSC02066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367719317831706898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn34R7lcaRI/AAAAAAAAA9E/EAqfsn9vil8/s400/DSC02066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We just so happened to move on the hottest day of the summer when it was 107 degrees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn34JMy8rqI/AAAAAAAAA88/7-dxlkPhYLw/s1600-h/DSC02021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367719167832927906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn34JMy8rqI/AAAAAAAAA88/7-dxlkPhYLw/s400/DSC02021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was pleasantly surprised to see my chair again. &lt;br /&gt;(Dad - not so much because he does not like the red furniture.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn34IjgHpiI/AAAAAAAAA80/6PcnHCMsG0c/s1600-h/DSC02023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367719156748101154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn34IjgHpiI/AAAAAAAAA80/6PcnHCMsG0c/s400/DSC02023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's our spacious kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn34IPmxAPI/AAAAAAAAA8s/VK7h_dwVAHg/s1600-h/DSC02029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367719151407268082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn34IPmxAPI/AAAAAAAAA8s/VK7h_dwVAHg/s400/DSC02029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is where I will be sleeping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn33ueaGeyI/AAAAAAAAA8k/6nveD_GunM4/s1600-h/DSC02024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367718708704082722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn33ueaGeyI/AAAAAAAAA8k/6nveD_GunM4/s400/DSC02024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were fortunate enough to receive a two bedroom two bath apartment this time.  So, here's my very own room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn33t2Sd8SI/AAAAAAAAA8c/xoDJjQCBHak/s1600-h/DSC02073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367718697934647586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn33t2Sd8SI/AAAAAAAAA8c/xoDJjQCBHak/s400/DSC02073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I became exhausted watching Mom and Dad unpack.  I took a nice little nap. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn33tRXtPWI/AAAAAAAAA8U/QCYAUAKOqyw/s1600-h/DSC02074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367718688024509794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn33tRXtPWI/AAAAAAAAA8U/QCYAUAKOqyw/s400/DSC02074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; . . . only to wake up and find that Mom and Dad put all of THEIR junk in MY room!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't worry - they cleaned it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn33E4-YrqI/AAAAAAAAA8M/bv2LBFFpdXc/s1600-h/DSC02059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367717994281086626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn33E4-YrqI/AAAAAAAAA8M/bv2LBFFpdXc/s400/DSC02059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;complex&lt;/span&gt; fitness room, overlooking the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn33EcAeYTI/AAAAAAAAA8E/EEVC9ULPxPU/s1600-h/DSC02218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367717986505220402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn33EcAeYTI/AAAAAAAAA8E/EEVC9ULPxPU/s400/DSC02218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my very own "dog park".  Too bad that I am the only dog (but that is how I prefer it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn33DoYTgBI/AAAAAAAAA78/fCS_JHRBUc4/s1600-h/DSC02046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367717972646526994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn33DoYTgBI/AAAAAAAAA78/fCS_JHRBUc4/s400/DSC02046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, this has been a tiring week.  Returning from vacation . . . Moving . . . Mom starting a new job and Dad starting his new classes.  But, I think that we will like it here.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953895967621982377-8258961325326626519?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8258961325326626519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-new-humble-abode.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/8258961325326626519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/8258961325326626519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-new-humble-abode.html' title='Our New Humble Abode'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn34R7lcaRI/AAAAAAAAA9E/EAqfsn9vil8/s72-c/DSC02066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-3575643698892951857</id><published>2009-07-07T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T13:12:07.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day of San Diego</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn3Pp8hljXI/AAAAAAAAA70/5MQuwDJqihM/s1600-h/IMG_3926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367674650424085874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn3Pp8hljXI/AAAAAAAAA70/5MQuwDJqihM/s400/IMG_3926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the last day of their week long trip. Grandmother, W.H., Aunt Allison, Uncle Mark and Harrison's flight was a lot earlier (and longer) than Mom and Dad's flight. After dropping them off at the airport and saying their goodbyes, Mom and Dad decided to spend the morning at the Leonardo D&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Vinci&lt;/span&gt; exhibit in Balboa Park. Grandmother and W.H. went the day before and talked about how interesting it is, making Mom and Dad think that they might enjoy it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn3PpupvnqI/AAAAAAAAA7s/oYZWNlq6IhQ/s1600-h/DSC01972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367674646700203682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn3PpupvnqI/AAAAAAAAA7s/oYZWNlq6IhQ/s400/DSC01972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I hear the word "Leonardo D&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Vinci&lt;/span&gt;", I automatically think about Mona Lisa or the Lord's Supper paintings. After hearing Mom and Dad discuss what all they learned, D&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Vinci&lt;/span&gt; was not only a painter ahead of his time but also an inventor. Relying solely on materials that were available in the 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;-century in Italy, he designed various modes of transportation, military warfare tactics, and mechanical inventions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn3PpANFwuI/AAAAAAAAA7k/lKZheuKMl6M/s1600-h/DSC01975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367674634231988962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn3PpANFwuI/AAAAAAAAA7k/lKZheuKMl6M/s400/DSC01975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This airplane glider was one of his most famous inventions, but it is believed that it was never flown. I guess D&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Vinci&lt;/span&gt; himself and his companions did not trust his designs THAT MUCH to be the first to attempt to fly using this contraption. I do not blame them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn3Poho1-mI/AAAAAAAAA7c/3S9hz283ur4/s1600-h/DSC01979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367674626026895970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn3Poho1-mI/AAAAAAAAA7c/3S9hz283ur4/s400/DSC01979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the first paddle boat. Everything was made from wood since that was all he had available to him during the 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; century. He also invented a wooden bicycle with wooden wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn3PoFucjtI/AAAAAAAAA7U/CHzr-pea22g/s1600-h/DSC01991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367674618534203090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn3PoFucjtI/AAAAAAAAA7U/CHzr-pea22g/s400/DSC01991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is called the Tank and was Grandmother's favorite. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Basically&lt;/span&gt;, it was designed to roll into the enemy's camp with the top down and then fire these canons, surprising the enemy. However, it was flawed due to the difficulty of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;maneuvering&lt;/span&gt; this heavy wooden machine and the people firing the canons would have become deaf since they are so close in proximity. I guess even the best of inventors still do not always think things through sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn3OwQOnQQI/AAAAAAAAA7M/Wx_evPeLNKA/s1600-h/DSC01984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367673659280802050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn3OwQOnQQI/AAAAAAAAA7M/Wx_evPeLNKA/s400/DSC01984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Leonardo D&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Vinci&lt;/span&gt; also came up with ways to make work easier and machines last longer. He is the one who thought of using a pulley to lift heavy loads and three-ball bearings to decrease friction caused by objects rubbing together, preventing machines from breaking down over time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn3OvzOVKoI/AAAAAAAAA7E/FI0pMOVsUb8/s1600-h/DSC02004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367673651494988418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn3OvzOVKoI/AAAAAAAAA7E/FI0pMOVsUb8/s400/DSC02004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This robot was Mom's favorite design. It has the ability to anatomically correctly open and close it's jaw, sit up, wave it's arms and move it's head by the use of hidden pulleys. The robot was probably used to entertain D&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Vinci's&lt;/span&gt; royal guests. I would have been entertained (more like scared) by it, especially during the 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn3OvjQjLcI/AAAAAAAAA68/zt2jh8XWmcg/s1600-h/DSC02008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367673647209328066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn3OvjQjLcI/AAAAAAAAA68/zt2jh8XWmcg/s400/DSC02008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of this education made Mom and Dad hungry so they decided to go back to the Gas Lamp District for lunch. As they ate sandwiches, they enjoyed people-watching and the wonderful 70 degree weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn3OKftPgyI/AAAAAAAAA60/AQjM1WK15js/s1600-h/IMG_3922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367673010600772386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn3OKftPgyI/AAAAAAAAA60/AQjM1WK15js/s400/IMG_3922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then, Mom and Dad decided to see some of Downtown San Diego's waterfront. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn3OJ1z1FxI/AAAAAAAAA6s/19lvgQ_KoiU/s1600-h/IMG_3946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367672999354111762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn3OJ1z1FxI/AAAAAAAAA6s/19lvgQ_KoiU/s400/IMG_3946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn3OJnVjQMI/AAAAAAAAA6k/w2zKLQ7IAyA/s1600-h/IMG_3949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367672995469017282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn3OJnVjQMI/AAAAAAAAA6k/w2zKLQ7IAyA/s400/IMG_3949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They enjoyed watching all of the activity on the water and then took a nice little nap in the car, relaxing with the cool breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn3NhnI9frI/AAAAAAAAA6c/BN6JY82QgI8/s1600-h/IMG_3961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367672308221443762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn3NhnI9frI/AAAAAAAAA6c/BN6JY82QgI8/s400/IMG_3961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During a short flight, they could see Sacramento's skyline. Mom said this is the only way to see the skyline because the land is completely flat. The only "hills" are going up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;interstates&lt;/span&gt; overpasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn3Nhe8ww7I/AAAAAAAAA6U/i2QKXynSaK4/s1600-h/DSC02014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367672306022794162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn3Nhe8ww7I/AAAAAAAAA6U/i2QKXynSaK4/s400/DSC02014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The plane landed at 7:30 pm and Mom and Dad stepped outside in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;stifling&lt;/span&gt; 102 degree weather. They described it as walking into an oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn3Ng1m_2ZI/AAAAAAAAA6M/vLtgSUjSb1I/s1600-h/DSC01411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367672294925654418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn3Ng1m_2ZI/AAAAAAAAA6M/vLtgSUjSb1I/s400/DSC01411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They missed me so much they came by my doggy hotel to pick me up before they went home. I was sure glad to see them and definitely missed my chair.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953895967621982377-3575643698892951857?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3575643698892951857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-day-of-san-diego.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/3575643698892951857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/3575643698892951857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-day-of-san-diego.html' title='Last Day of San Diego'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sn3Pp8hljXI/AAAAAAAAA70/5MQuwDJqihM/s72-c/IMG_3926.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-3667451544114679193</id><published>2009-07-06T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:23:45.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7 - Balboa Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sm0eP1JP0qI/AAAAAAAAA54/gl-DqCur85M/s1600-h/IMG_3875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362975988580864674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sm0eP1JP0qI/AAAAAAAAA54/gl-DqCur85M/s400/IMG_3875.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yet, another beautiful day in San Diego (but everyone was sad because this is their last full day).  Since a park is bound to cheer you up, everyone decided to visit Balboa Park,  the nation's largest urban cultural park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sm0ePDrRu2I/AAAAAAAAA5w/BHWu96SRMus/s1600-h/IMG_3873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362975975301823330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sm0ePDrRu2I/AAAAAAAAA5w/BHWu96SRMus/s400/IMG_3873.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First on the agenda was to see Body World, a traveling exhibit of preserved human bodies and various body parts.  These bodies were positioned as if the person were in motion, engaging in activities such as ice skating, hitting a baseball, etc.  One of the bodies were split into different sections as it went through a paper shredder.  No photos were allowed in the exhibit but Mom gave me more detail about the exhibit than I care to know.  Grandmother was a little leery of seeing Body World, however; she and W.H. enjoyed the exhibit the most.  Aunt Allison was the narrator of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sm0d8s7GbHI/AAAAAAAAA5o/nntcnPhGviU/s1600-h/DSC01908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362975659956530290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sm0d8s7GbHI/AAAAAAAAA5o/nntcnPhGviU/s400/DSC01908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since there are 15 major &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;museums&lt;/span&gt; in the park, everyone decided to split up.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunt Allison and Mom went to the Japanese Friendship Garden, seeking some peace and quiet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sm0d8DdMmCI/AAAAAAAAA5g/HaFdyTvCcVE/s1600-h/IMG_3858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362975648825251874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sm0d8DdMmCI/AAAAAAAAA5g/HaFdyTvCcVE/s400/IMG_3858.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you can seen, Harrison is calm as he strolls through this Zen-filled garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sm0d70ijr1I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/UC2OG_ObO38/s1600-h/IMG_1427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362975644821204818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sm0d70ijr1I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/UC2OG_ObO38/s400/IMG_1427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uncle Mark and Dad went to the Automotive Museum, displaying over 80 classic and historically significant cars and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;motorcycles&lt;/span&gt;.  However, Dad was slightly disappointed in this exhibit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sm0dI27g7vI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/iHx5vt5ge3c/s1600-h/DSC01913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362974769289424626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sm0dI27g7vI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/iHx5vt5ge3c/s400/DSC01913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then, the five of them went to the Model Train Museum, which is the world's largest operating model railroad museum.  There were so many different model trains that this picture does not capture it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sm0dIbfOQSI/AAAAAAAAA5I/KyDAyYBJulk/s1600-h/DSC01964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362974761923002658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sm0dIbfOQSI/AAAAAAAAA5I/KyDAyYBJulk/s400/DSC01964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uncle Mark and Harrison sure did enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sm0dH1F0SWI/AAAAAAAAA5A/HaVHissRvfk/s1600-h/IMG_1440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362974751615895906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sm0dH1F0SWI/AAAAAAAAA5A/HaVHissRvfk/s400/IMG_1440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, I bet you are wondering what W.H. and Grandmother did during this time.  They went to an exhibit about Leonardo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Vinci&lt;/span&gt;.  (More on this exhibit later.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sm0cS6BsWsI/AAAAAAAAA44/ecGTCoN6AGE/s1600-h/IMG_3904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362973842407709378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sm0cS6BsWsI/AAAAAAAAA44/ecGTCoN6AGE/s400/IMG_3904.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I feel sorry for Harrison.  It's exhausting providing the entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362973819195513698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sm0cRjjeW2I/AAAAAAAAA4w/Ra5CafIzAYw/s400/IMG_3897.jpg" border="0" /&gt; He does not seem to mind it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sm0cPiEnwFI/AAAAAAAAA4o/4E06p2qsJ5A/s1600-h/IMG_3910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362973784437932114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sm0cPiEnwFI/AAAAAAAAA4o/4E06p2qsJ5A/s400/IMG_3910.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Mom and Dad in front of one of the fountains at Balboa Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sm0bwWU-UGI/AAAAAAAAA4g/jYyX_KJ7X8E/s1600-h/IMG_3907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362973248709349474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sm0bwWU-UGI/AAAAAAAAA4g/jYyX_KJ7X8E/s400/IMG_3907.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt Allison and Uncle Mark in front of one of the many historic buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sm0bv6gqrYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/tGzj9DSqZF8/s1600-h/DSC02009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362973241242201474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sm0bv6gqrYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/tGzj9DSqZF8/s400/DSC02009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To cool off, everyone decided to go to the Gas Lamp District for some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sm0bvuPP9xI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/vdkiCvp3kZo/s1600-h/IMG_3914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362973237947922194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sm0bvuPP9xI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/vdkiCvp3kZo/s400/IMG_3914.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Gelato&lt;/span&gt; to be exact.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harrison ate the majority of Aunt Allison's because she was the only person willing to share.  Everyone else was too busy being selfish, eating it all.  Mom and Dad said it was delicious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ice cream and a day at the park - life could not get any better than this.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too bad all good things must come to an end. &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&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/6953895967621982377-3667451544114679193?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3667451544114679193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-7-balboa-park.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/3667451544114679193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/3667451544114679193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-7-balboa-park.html' title='Day 7 - Balboa Park'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sm0eP1JP0qI/AAAAAAAAA54/gl-DqCur85M/s72-c/IMG_3875.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-2962766677459171365</id><published>2009-07-05T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T18:46:24.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6 - Wild Animal Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Smz66N5IuZI/AAAAAAAAA4I/kPTU37xvRvA/s1600-h/IMG_3625-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362937134360082834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Smz66N5IuZI/AAAAAAAAA4I/kPTU37xvRvA/s400/IMG_3625-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This day everyone went to the Wild Animal Park, which is an expansion of the San Diego Zoo.  This 1,800-acre is a wildlife sanctuary and home to more than 3,500 animals, representing 429 species. Needless to say, it is a big place. But, have no fear! W.H. lead the way with map in hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Smz6wt2a6wI/AAAAAAAAA4A/-kwQB_gLUdM/s1600-h/IMG_3626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362936971139934978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Smz6wt2a6wI/AAAAAAAAA4A/-kwQB_gLUdM/s400/IMG_3626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, everyone else just tagged along for the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their first stop was an African Safari where they rode a bus through the heart of Africa, viewing animals lounging in natural settings. Now I could not possibly post a picture of every animal they saw, but, Mom and Dad told me everything about all of them. These are just the highlights of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Smz6wBgsMgI/AAAAAAAAA34/2PMTYQNmxNI/s1600-h/IMG_3676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362936959237632514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Smz6wBgsMgI/AAAAAAAAA34/2PMTYQNmxNI/s400/IMG_3676.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A rhinoceros just taking it easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Smz6vu8LrFI/AAAAAAAAA3w/LguR09D83go/s1600-h/IMG_3691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362936954252667986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Smz6vu8LrFI/AAAAAAAAA3w/LguR09D83go/s400/IMG_3691.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at how cute the baby giraffe is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next they went to the Lion Camp and saw the lioness from a distance enjoying the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Smz6QpC9D5I/AAAAAAAAA3g/qDbXGYcY0ik/s1600-h/IMG_3699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362936420094513042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Smz6QpC9D5I/AAAAAAAAA3g/qDbXGYcY0ik/s400/IMG_3699.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then they came face-to-face with Africa’s biggest cat, all thanks to a little girl who called the lion over. There was only a piece of glass between them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Smz6QbAZu3I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/hRxwXez5Hiw/s1600-h/IMG_3704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362936416325712754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Smz6QbAZu3I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/hRxwXez5Hiw/s400/IMG_3704.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was hard to see the cheetahs because they were smart, staying in the shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Smz54uG0B5I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/BlOqFnbdRpA/s1600-h/IMG_3723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362936009136015250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Smz54uG0B5I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/BlOqFnbdRpA/s400/IMG_3723.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was Mom's favorite animal of the day - the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Southern Gerenuk&lt;/span&gt;. This species requires very little fluids and may never drink water its entire life! They are able to stand on their hind legs to eat the leaves that are higher in the bushes and trees, giving them an advantage to the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362935999400431634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Smz54J1q0BI/AAAAAAAAA3I/ic7AJspQ6dI/s400/IMG_3733.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Smz536XvoZI/AAAAAAAAA3A/6J6HyQBvUQg/s1600-h/DSC00295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362935995248386450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Smz536XvoZI/AAAAAAAAA3A/6J6HyQBvUQg/s400/DSC00295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wonder why Mom loved this animal so much. I think it sort of resembles me. I finally found an animal with skinnier legs and a longer neck. Do kids ask its owners, "Why don't you feed her?" like they do my mom and dad? I sure am glad that I get to drink water though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Smz4-KxXt4I/AAAAAAAAA24/HCRD9YQ8Xg4/s1600-h/IMG_3752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362935003218425730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Smz4-KxXt4I/AAAAAAAAA24/HCRD9YQ8Xg4/s400/IMG_3752.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know I had to throw at least one picture of Harrison in here too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Smz49z8njnI/AAAAAAAAA2w/0Mj0Nc4Rxss/s1600-h/IMG_3770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362934997091585650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Smz49z8njnI/AAAAAAAAA2w/0Mj0Nc4Rxss/s400/IMG_3770.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This guy looks like he is ready for the kill. Check out the size of those hands and feet. I would not want to be on his bad side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Smz49R7HydI/AAAAAAAAA2o/SVDxzWMPyMA/s1600-h/IMG_3775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362934987958503890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Smz49R7HydI/AAAAAAAAA2o/SVDxzWMPyMA/s400/IMG_3775.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meerkats&lt;/span&gt; were Dad's favorite. After watching them play and interact with one another, you can see why the Animal Planet gave them their own television series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Smz4dG0lpkI/AAAAAAAAA2g/8X52DpNu0Jo/s1600-h/IMG_3787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362934435222496834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Smz4dG0lpkI/AAAAAAAAA2g/8X52DpNu0Jo/s400/IMG_3787.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Smz4cv6zqtI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/sLjTqqUAZIQ/s1600-h/IMG_3790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362934429074565842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Smz4cv6zqtI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/sLjTqqUAZIQ/s400/IMG_3790.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Also, I understand why this guy is the king of the jungle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Smz4cVnrawI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/MebKIDkNPlw/s1600-h/IMG_3819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362934422015011586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Smz4cVnrawI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/MebKIDkNPlw/s400/IMG_3819.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad was glad that they were not laying on his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Smz39maMN8I/AAAAAAAAA2I/uAa-8Q6Skhs/s1600-h/IMG_3825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362933893945898946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Smz39maMN8I/AAAAAAAAA2I/uAa-8Q6Skhs/s400/IMG_3825.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last but not least, here's a picture of a month old cheetah in the nursery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adorable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Smz39CnHXSI/AAAAAAAAA2A/vbs5HVUc8Zk/s1600-h/IMG_3841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362933884336430370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Smz39CnHXSI/AAAAAAAAA2A/vbs5HVUc8Zk/s400/IMG_3841.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But not as cute as this wild animal, waking up from his nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Smz3862UlEI/AAAAAAAAA14/JAtkx59oZ9w/s1600-h/IMG_3803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362933882252727362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Smz3862UlEI/AAAAAAAAA14/JAtkx59oZ9w/s400/IMG_3803.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6953895967621982377-2962766677459171365?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2962766677459171365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-6-wild-animal-park.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/2962766677459171365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/2962766677459171365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-6-wild-animal-park.html' title='Day 6 - Wild Animal Park'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Smz66N5IuZI/AAAAAAAAA4I/kPTU37xvRvA/s72-c/IMG_3625-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-7783057721399841692</id><published>2009-07-04T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T20:59:21.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5 - History</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every vacation usually has a little bit of history involved and today was the day. This just happened to be Mom and Dad's least favorite day but it was Grandmother's most enjoyable day. Everyone went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cabrillo&lt;/span&gt; National Monument, overlooking the San Diego harbor. As you can see, it was very hazy that morning, as it was every morning in San Diego. Don't worry. It cleared up and turned out to be another gorgeous day in Southern California, so I am told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Smuvanz-AmI/AAAAAAAAA1w/Y-plR2oGExo/s1600-h/IMG_3537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362572653213123170" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Smuvanz-AmI/AAAAAAAAA1w/Y-plR2oGExo/s400/IMG_3537.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmuvaELKCJI/AAAAAAAAA1o/JLxJqcaLzFY/s1600-h/IMG_3548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362572643646703762" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmuvaELKCJI/AAAAAAAAA1o/JLxJqcaLzFY/s400/IMG_3548.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's a picture of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cabrillo&lt;/span&gt; National Monument, in honor of Juan Rodriguez &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cabrillo&lt;/span&gt;. He and his crew were one of the first Europeans to set foot on what is now known as the west coast of the United States in 1542.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmuukGfZz9I/AAAAAAAAA1g/Sp9ttUuZKfE/s1600-h/IMG_3553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362571716555558866" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmuukGfZz9I/AAAAAAAAA1g/Sp9ttUuZKfE/s400/IMG_3553.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After seeing the sandy cliffs along side of the west coast, now I understand why the state of California has shrunk over the years. This sand does not stand a chance against the crashing waves! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmuuQNmfQdI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/DzPLrEQsyig/s1600-h/IMG_3555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362571374866940370" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmuuQNmfQdI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/DzPLrEQsyig/s400/IMG_3555.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's San Diego's skyline amidst the fog. I am sure things looked a lot differently when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cabrillo&lt;/span&gt; landed in the harbor in the 1500s. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmuuPfKZRnI/AAAAAAAAA1I/hbarjo2T2Es/s1600-h/IMG_3557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362571362401076850" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmuuPfKZRnI/AAAAAAAAA1I/hbarjo2T2Es/s400/IMG_3557.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the Old Point &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Loma&lt;/span&gt; Lighthouse. It has guided mariners into the harbor since 1855. I bet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cabrillo&lt;/span&gt; wished that this lighthouse was already built when he sailed into the San Diego harbor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmutRgyevPI/AAAAAAAAA1A/h5z41YEla8o/s1600-h/IMG_3561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362570297685753074" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmutRgyevPI/AAAAAAAAA1A/h5z41YEla8o/s400/IMG_3561.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Harrison sure does look like he is enjoying learning about all of this history while at Old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pointe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Loma&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmutREYLOsI/AAAAAAAAA04/QIxpPetHovk/s1600-h/DSC01806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362570290059229890" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmutREYLOsI/AAAAAAAAA04/QIxpPetHovk/s400/DSC01806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, everyone went to Old Town San Diego, recreating life in the Mexican and early American periods of the 1800s. There were several historic houses, school house, post office, jail, and museums. Mom and Dad were ready to go but everyone else enjoyed browsing in the unique shops. Harrison even got a few birthday presents. Aunt Allison wanted to buy him some cowboy boots but could not find any. Oh well, we all know that Harrison already has some cute shoes (and they are quite comfortable too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmutQ_PySwI/AAAAAAAAA0w/X-lFxtdAK7g/s1600-h/DSC01811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362570288681863938" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmutQ_PySwI/AAAAAAAAA0w/X-lFxtdAK7g/s400/DSC01811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom, of course, enjoyed looking at all of the pretty flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmurOVJ1cJI/AAAAAAAAA0o/iw7jA3dKe60/s1600-h/DSC01822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362568043999621266" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmurOVJ1cJI/AAAAAAAAA0o/iw7jA3dKe60/s400/DSC01822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the only picture that they got of all seven of the family while out in the city of San Diego. Too bad you can't see Harrison. He was taking a nap and was covered up so that he would not get sunburned. Unfortunately, he inhereted Aunt Allison's complexion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmurN8yIBkI/AAAAAAAAA0g/tiIRHD1wleo/s1600-h/DSC02091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362568037457724994" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmurN8yIBkI/AAAAAAAAA0g/tiIRHD1wleo/s400/DSC02091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I am retelling the stories about San Diego that I have heard over and over again, today is the fourth of July.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom and Dad went to a local lake to see the fireworks put on by the city. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Fourth of July - California style!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also, Happy Birthday to Grandmother Broom! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmurNtJUx2I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/WMYLSnUnuaE/s1600-h/DSC02078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362568033260062562" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmurNtJUx2I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/WMYLSnUnuaE/s400/DSC02078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I, do not enjoy fireworks because the noise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;scares&lt;/span&gt; me. Here is my hiding place for the evening. Mom accused Dad of putting me underneath the pillows and blankets while Dad accused Mom. But, I worked my way into this position myself. I know how to protect myself from sparks falling out of the sky! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953895967621982377-7783057721399841692?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7783057721399841692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-5-history.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/7783057721399841692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/7783057721399841692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-5-history.html' title='Day 5 - History'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Smuvanz-AmI/AAAAAAAAA1w/Y-plR2oGExo/s72-c/IMG_3537.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-198942425680995647</id><published>2009-07-03T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T23:22:58.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4 - Sea World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmFb33tz03I/AAAAAAAAAzg/ndEmiARfg1U/s1600-h/DSC01692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359666046954623858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmFb33tz03I/AAAAAAAAAzg/ndEmiARfg1U/s400/DSC01692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next day of the vacation to San Diego was spent at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sea World&lt;/span&gt;, where everyone attended various shows and viewed different types of animals in their "natural" habitat. Mom especially loved the manatees, also known as "sea cows".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmFb3rHLagI/AAAAAAAAAzY/DJv0Zmx1mPs/s1600-h/DSC01701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359666043571366402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmFb3rHLagI/AAAAAAAAAzY/DJv0Zmx1mPs/s400/DSC01701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you believe an animal this large eats only plants? However, they eat up to 9% of their body weight per day. That is a lot of plants. When Mom and Dad saw them, they were eating lettuce and lots of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmFbfSN87eI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/hN-ygEVEn7Q/s1600-h/DSC01703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359665624572030434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmFbfSN87eI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/hN-ygEVEn7Q/s400/DSC01703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyone enjoyed the shark exhibit, where they walked through a glass tunnel surrounded by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;various&lt;/span&gt; types of sharks. Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmFbe4i4nTI/AAAAAAAAAzI/GKOZm4iABaE/s1600-h/IMG_3370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359665617680506162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmFbe4i4nTI/AAAAAAAAAzI/GKOZm4iABaE/s400/IMG_3370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at those teeth! That shark's mouth resembles Harrison's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmFbeeZbT8I/AAAAAAAAAzA/a9F5O7WNtzE/s1600-h/IMG_1396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359665610661515202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmFbeeZbT8I/AAAAAAAAAzA/a9F5O7WNtzE/s400/IMG_1396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt Allison and Uncle Mark were not afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmFa0xdlZGI/AAAAAAAAAy4/sik3t9rh94o/s1600-h/DSC01715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359664894224720994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmFa0xdlZGI/AAAAAAAAAy4/sik3t9rh94o/s400/DSC01715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first show everyone attended featured the dolphins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmFa0RVeuzI/AAAAAAAAAyw/7l7RQM4hPs0/s1600-h/IMG_3378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359664885600795442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmFa0RVeuzI/AAAAAAAAAyw/7l7RQM4hPs0/s400/IMG_3378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Harrison enjoyed watching them jump up and make a big splash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmFa0MyZcjI/AAAAAAAAAyo/fOevzUigdac/s1600-h/IMG_3447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359664884379906610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmFa0MyZcjI/AAAAAAAAAyo/fOevzUigdac/s400/IMG_3447.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmFaBf_j2sI/AAAAAAAAAyg/ddilyU_rYrg/s1600-h/IMG_1405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359664013362059970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmFaBf_j2sI/AAAAAAAAAyg/ddilyU_rYrg/s400/IMG_1405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But, the killer whales made an even bigger splash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmFaBKE_bGI/AAAAAAAAAyY/bLdOz5vw3kA/s1600-h/IMG_3439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359664007479258210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmFaBKE_bGI/AAAAAAAAAyY/bLdOz5vw3kA/s400/IMG_3439.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as they flipped and spun around in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmFaAhK4hhI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/-kDMsjxyDYw/s1600-h/IMG_3419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359663996498118162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmFaAhK4hhI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/-kDMsjxyDYw/s400/IMG_3419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How can an animal this large jump that high? I, personally, am a good jumper but I do not weigh THAT much. They can weigh 3,000 - 5,000 pounds. I weigh 30 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmFZQ_M5b5I/AAAAAAAAAyI/N4PsEMFc3hk/s1600-h/IMG_3423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359663179925909394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmFZQ_M5b5I/AAAAAAAAAyI/N4PsEMFc3hk/s400/IMG_3423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad in particular enjoyed the show where seals and sea lions performed various tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmFZQk3UZvI/AAAAAAAAAyA/cVb1Y9PzwNk/s1600-h/IMG_3401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359663172856080114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmFZQk3UZvI/AAAAAAAAAyA/cVb1Y9PzwNk/s400/IMG_3401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmFZQUvOE8I/AAAAAAAAAx4/FaX9L8Ka5gU/s1600-h/IMG_3416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359663168527143874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmFZQUvOE8I/AAAAAAAAAx4/FaX9L8Ka5gU/s400/IMG_3416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one really knew what type of animal this is - any guesses? However, everyone agreed that it is not attractive. I guess we all can't be beautiful. Oh well, the ugly ones make us pretty ones look even better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom loved watching the Beluga whales so much that she and Dad went through this exhibit twice. They look so graceful and peaceful swimming around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmFX7bEJqdI/AAAAAAAAAxw/YeOl9-Y7wc4/s1600-h/DSC01752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359661709936667090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmFX7bEJqdI/AAAAAAAAAxw/YeOl9-Y7wc4/s400/DSC01752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmFX6xeZQ4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/2c7mf7BAWsE/s1600-h/DSC01747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359661698772452226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmFX6xeZQ4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/2c7mf7BAWsE/s400/DSC01747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How can you not love this face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmFX6o8iq7I/AAAAAAAAAxg/VSJA1QyGXAI/s1600-h/IMG_3501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359661696482978738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmFX6o8iq7I/AAAAAAAAAxg/VSJA1QyGXAI/s400/IMG_3501.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you want to just curl up next to this cuddly bear? Maybe we should have it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;declawed&lt;/span&gt; first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marine animals were not the only ones at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sea World&lt;/span&gt;. Dogs, cats, ducks, and pigs were featured in one of the shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmFXR7ZdtqI/AAAAAAAAAxY/EAX2XU7YzUQ/s1600-h/IMG_3458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359660997061490338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmFXR7ZdtqI/AAAAAAAAAxY/EAX2XU7YzUQ/s400/IMG_3458.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This dog walked like a human the entire time it was on stage. There is always one that has to show out, making the rest of us "normal" dogs look bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night, everyone went out to eat at a nice seafood restaurant in celebration of Uncle Mark's birthday, which was in May. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmFXRmhfHsI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/uz3hw8MBR9Y/s1600-h/DSC01796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359660991457992386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmFXRmhfHsI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/uz3hw8MBR9Y/s400/DSC01796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The restaurant was located by the USS Midway, the longest serving Navy aircraft carrier of the 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; century and the largest ship in the world. There was also a memorial of Bob Hope singing to the soldiers in honor of the hundreds of performances he provided to lift their spirits while fighting for our freedom that we enjoy today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmFXRNseUTI/AAAAAAAAAxI/o7lNg2S0ftQ/s1600-h/DSC01787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359660984793190706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmFXRNseUTI/AAAAAAAAAxI/o7lNg2S0ftQ/s400/DSC01787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That reminds me. Tomorrow is America's Birthday.&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&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/6953895967621982377-198942425680995647?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/198942425680995647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-4-seaworld.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/198942425680995647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/198942425680995647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-4-seaworld.html' title='Day 4 - Sea World'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SmFb33tz03I/AAAAAAAAAzg/ndEmiARfg1U/s72-c/DSC01692.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-3659347051384196492</id><published>2009-07-02T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T22:29:12.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 - San Diego Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SllvalDeodI/AAAAAAAAAxA/hzvwG9_HT1o/s1600-h/DSC00739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357435734147899858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SllvalDeodI/AAAAAAAAAxA/hzvwG9_HT1o/s400/DSC00739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom and Dad have both told me about how much fun everyone had at the zoo, which was Dad's favorite day.  Thanks to Mom's co-workers in Woodland, they rode the bus first to get an idea of where all of the animals were located because this world's famous zoo is HUGE, so I am told.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SllvaRxZ-4I/AAAAAAAAAw4/ndEgrC4Z0Fw/s1600-h/IMG_1370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357435728971824002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SllvaRxZ-4I/AAAAAAAAAw4/ndEgrC4Z0Fw/s400/IMG_1370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harrison was excited to see all of the animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sllu93_G-aI/AAAAAAAAAww/wweCEZ72iIY/s1600-h/IMG_3088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357435241013639586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sllu93_G-aI/AAAAAAAAAww/wweCEZ72iIY/s400/IMG_3088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So were W. H. and Grandmother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sllu9R-4V4I/AAAAAAAAAwo/nbVMHB7l3eM/s1600-h/IMG_3251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357435230812133250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sllu9R-4V4I/AAAAAAAAAwo/nbVMHB7l3eM/s400/IMG_3251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt Allison couldn't contain her excitement on the zoo's escalator.  I told you that this is a big zoo.  It also has a sky tram to take you across the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sllu9POp5JI/AAAAAAAAAwg/IdfY4C0YGAc/s1600-h/DSC01645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357435230072988818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sllu9POp5JI/AAAAAAAAAwg/IdfY4C0YGAc/s400/DSC01645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Too bad Harrison had a take a nap and missed the elephant's getting a bath with the use of a water hose by the zookeeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SlluBuiz1eI/AAAAAAAAAwY/0qO6pA-rTzA/s1600-h/IMG_3218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357434207686874594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SlluBuiz1eI/AAAAAAAAAwY/0qO6pA-rTzA/s400/IMG_3218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't worry.  Between Uncle Mark and Mom, lots of pictures were taken.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Believe me, I have had to sort through them all as I am blogging about their trip.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SlluBZZkG0I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/uUD57isyIys/s1600-h/DSC01626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357434202010950466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SlluBZZkG0I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/uUD57isyIys/s400/DSC01626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a hippo, up close and personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SlluA0tu3QI/AAAAAAAAAwI/3E5283iE7Zk/s1600-h/IMG_3199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357434192163429634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SlluA0tu3QI/AAAAAAAAAwI/3E5283iE7Zk/s400/IMG_3199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They also were able to see a polar bear, swimming in and above the water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SllsCfn9llI/AAAAAAAAAvo/q7oHA69hoVs/s1600-h/DSC01642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357432021838566994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SllsCfn9llI/AAAAAAAAAvo/q7oHA69hoVs/s400/DSC01642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is amazing how graceful this large animal is swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SllsCOv0y-I/AAAAAAAAAvg/H13cFEcq5DI/s1600-h/IMG_3296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357432017308142562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SllsCOv0y-I/AAAAAAAAAvg/H13cFEcq5DI/s400/IMG_3296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my favorite picture.  The endangered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Spectacled&lt;/span&gt; bear is snuggling with a burlap sac.  Although he looks cute and cuddly, check out those claws!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SllsBj220yI/AAAAAAAAAvY/5K96ulGCjbM/s1600-h/IMG_3247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357432005794911010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SllsBj220yI/AAAAAAAAAvY/5K96ulGCjbM/s400/IMG_3247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom loved the Panda Bears.  Did you know that there is a person at the panda bear area on a microphone discussing what all the panda has done that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt;?  For example, the day that Mom and Dad visited, he just woke up from a 20 minute nap.  How would you like that job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SllrO4TOYiI/AAAAAAAAAvI/YD10pY8zVy4/s1600-h/IMG_3331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357431135109276194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SllrO4TOYiI/AAAAAAAAAvI/YD10pY8zVy4/s400/IMG_3331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They spent lots of time with the adorable koala bears, who sleep 20 hours per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SlloxdL4hVI/AAAAAAAAAvA/EVPXNLu7pyU/s1600-h/IMG_3317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357428430591264082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SlloxdL4hVI/AAAAAAAAAvA/EVPXNLu7pyU/s400/IMG_3317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Harrison thought that the koala bear looked so comfortable curled up, he thought that he would try it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SlloxMoGeRI/AAAAAAAAAu4/LYJrH5N72sM/s1600-h/DSC00761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357428426146216210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SlloxMoGeRI/AAAAAAAAAu4/LYJrH5N72sM/s400/DSC00761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although Harrison did nap some throughout the day at the zoo, this is the face that everyone saw most often.  Look at that dimple and all of those teeth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sllowvy9cqI/AAAAAAAAAuw/hIlJ1NB13aQ/s1600-h/IMG_3325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357428418407133858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sllowvy9cqI/AAAAAAAAAuw/hIlJ1NB13aQ/s400/IMG_3325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From what I hear, everyone had a good time at the world famous San Diego Zoo.&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&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/6953895967621982377-3659347051384196492?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3659347051384196492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-3-san-diego-zoo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/3659347051384196492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/3659347051384196492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-3-san-diego-zoo.html' title='Day 3 - San Diego Zoo'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SllvalDeodI/AAAAAAAAAxA/hzvwG9_HT1o/s72-c/DSC00739.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-2201402568445185745</id><published>2009-07-01T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T20:17:00.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 of San Diego</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Slk2fJtvmZI/AAAAAAAAAuo/73xPp_fow9E/s1600-h/IMG_3037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357373140545542546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Slk2fJtvmZI/AAAAAAAAAuo/73xPp_fow9E/s400/IMG_3037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom, Dad, Aunt Allison, Uncle Mark, Harrison, Grandmother and W.H. went to La &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jolla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Beach on Sunday morning, following the suggestion of a cashier at a local grocery store. According to Mom, all of the locals were very friendly,suggesting things to see and do during their stay in San Diego.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Slk2eu6KECI/AAAAAAAAAug/FknVEPshQxE/s1600-h/IMG_3032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357373133349851170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Slk2eu6KECI/AAAAAAAAAug/FknVEPshQxE/s400/IMG_3032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, David &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hasseloff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Pamela Anderson were off this day. No life guard on duty so swim on your own risk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This beach was supposed to be a swimming area for children but the California Harbor seals basically moved in, polluting the water. This did not stop Harrison and Aunt Allison from enjoying the view of the beautiful oceans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Slk2eXcMo8I/AAAAAAAAAuY/d-hw1-o1aow/s1600-h/IMG_3055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357373127050175426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Slk2eXcMo8I/AAAAAAAAAuY/d-hw1-o1aow/s400/IMG_3055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Slk2DEVT_FI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Fdbg-4Yh6uc/s1600-h/IMG_3036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357372658064555090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Slk2DEVT_FI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Fdbg-4Yh6uc/s400/IMG_3036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are more seals basking in the sun. I think that they are the laziest animal I have ever seen, and this is coming from someone who sleeps most of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Slk2Cw0z9MI/AAAAAAAAAuI/ixbPdxuGz2Y/s1600-h/IMG_3051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357372652827964610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Slk2Cw0z9MI/AAAAAAAAAuI/ixbPdxuGz2Y/s400/IMG_3051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyone enjoyed watching these little chipmunks on the coast scurrying around. They live on the side of the cliffs, sharing the area with lots of birds, which Grandmother wasn't too fond of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Slk2CUN7ypI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UMdvVeelgNY/s1600-h/IMG_3060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357372645148707474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Slk2CUN7ypI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UMdvVeelgNY/s400/IMG_3060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After seeing the beach, everyone went to see a famous hotel called Hotel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;del&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Coronado. Since they could not afford to stay there at $300 per night, they thought that they could at least just enjoy looking around. The Del was built in 1888 and is one of the top ten resorts in the world according to USA Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Slk1pVfWTbI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4xLeDXPoaG0/s1600-h/DSC00729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357372215993454002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Slk1pVfWTbI/AAAAAAAAAt4/4xLeDXPoaG0/s400/DSC00729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uncle Mark and Aunt Allison looking as if they fit right in this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;prestigious&lt;/span&gt; resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Slk1oyxe-bI/AAAAAAAAAtw/suS9evwT458/s1600-h/IMG_3077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357372206674278834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Slk1oyxe-bI/AAAAAAAAAtw/suS9evwT458/s400/IMG_3077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The lobby was just as pretty as the grounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Slk1olLpY7I/AAAAAAAAAto/PbJ9SDbOFmA/s1600-h/IMG_3071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357372203025916850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Slk1olLpY7I/AAAAAAAAAto/PbJ9SDbOFmA/s400/IMG_3071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Harrison was more interested in eating than looking around the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;resort's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; courtyard and W.H. is always looking for the shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Slk0zPjCK-I/AAAAAAAAAtg/55F__O_bQnI/s1600-h/DSC00731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357371286685363170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Slk0zPjCK-I/AAAAAAAAAtg/55F__O_bQnI/s400/DSC00731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know Mom enjoyed looking at all of the beautiful flowers. This "tree" behind Mom and Aunt Allison is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bougainvillea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, which was in full bloom all over San Diego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Slk0ygbctBI/AAAAAAAAAtY/Bl3B_Ghmk0Q/s1600-h/DSC00730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357371274037081106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Slk0ygbctBI/AAAAAAAAAtY/Bl3B_Ghmk0Q/s400/DSC00730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's everyone, minus Grandmother (because she is the one who took the picture), standing in front of a dragon tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Slk0yTbxmfI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/BjjjQozaqz4/s1600-h/DSC01606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357371270548789746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Slk0yTbxmfI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/BjjjQozaqz4/s400/DSC01606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That afternoon, Dad, W.H., and Uncle Mark went to see the San Diego Padres play the Oakland A's. The girls and Harrison went out to lunch at a quaint cafe. Grandmother loves to get Mom and Aunt Allison all to herself, and Harrison is always welcome to tag along.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953895967621982377-2201402568445185745?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2201402568445185745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-2-of-san-diego.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/2201402568445185745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/2201402568445185745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-2-of-san-diego.html' title='Day 2 of San Diego'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Slk2fJtvmZI/AAAAAAAAAuo/73xPp_fow9E/s72-c/IMG_3037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-2145302425646428918</id><published>2009-06-30T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T17:30:05.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation to San Diego</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SlQmSBoWNrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/VzZm9fC7FaI/s1600-h/DSC01555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355947947967526578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SlQmSBoWNrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/VzZm9fC7FaI/s400/DSC01555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every since Mom and Dad have returned from San Diego, they have been telling me all about their trip. I have been hearing about how much fun they had with Grandmother, W.H., Aunt Allison, Uncle Mark, and human cousin Harrison. Can't you tell how amused I am by the look on my face?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SlQmR08HSOI/AAAAAAAAAs8/ykbrbINiBTw/s1600-h/DSC00705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355947944560773346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SlQmR08HSOI/AAAAAAAAAs8/ykbrbINiBTw/s400/DSC00705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Harrison enjoying his first plane ride to come west and visit with Mom and Dad. Mom explained to me that if I were to fly, I would have to ride in the belly of the plane with all of the luggage. I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SlQl54nkbGI/AAAAAAAAAs0/0yujIneZfoo/s1600-h/DSC01556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355947533231484002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SlQl54nkbGI/AAAAAAAAAs0/0yujIneZfoo/s400/DSC01556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, I opted to stay in this doggy motel. Due to Mom and Dad's request, I got to stay in the "quiet" room where the non barkers and sleepers spent their time. Too bad Mom and Dad were too cheap to pay for the "princess" suite where they could have watched me via video camera. They know that all I do is sleep anyway. And, besides, I did not have to spend my time in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;luxurious&lt;/span&gt; suite for people to know that I am a princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SlQl5okjaBI/AAAAAAAAAss/rZC1HkBueoc/s1600-h/DSC00719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355947528923867154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SlQl5okjaBI/AAAAAAAAAss/rZC1HkBueoc/s400/DSC00719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The above picture is where everyone else stayed for a week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SlQl5fN5IDI/AAAAAAAAAsk/ortCVdjv1fg/s1600-h/DSC01557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355947526412902450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SlQl5fN5IDI/AAAAAAAAAsk/ortCVdjv1fg/s400/DSC01557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I enjoyed looking out at this courtyard at the doggy motel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SlQlY_TLUzI/AAAAAAAAAsU/beyy_vDntgo/s1600-h/DSC00717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355946968089318194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SlQlY_TLUzI/AAAAAAAAAsU/beyy_vDntgo/s400/DSC00717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone else spent their time in this courtyard and the deck, enjoying the perfect 70 degree weather in sunny San Diego. According to Mom and Dad, there is only a 4 degree difference in temperature day and night in southern California. (Not the case in northern California.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SlQlYT3wA6I/AAAAAAAAAsM/OnGFCBUsvtY/s1600-h/DSC01565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355946956431557538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SlQlYT3wA6I/AAAAAAAAAsM/OnGFCBUsvtY/s400/DSC01565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom keeps going on and on about how cute Harrison is and how she enjoyed spending an entire week with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SlQktl_eDxI/AAAAAAAAAsE/riMRrRV07DA/s1600-h/IMG_3008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355946222561398546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SlQktl_eDxI/AAAAAAAAAsE/riMRrRV07DA/s400/IMG_3008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know W.H., you know he loves tinkling small children (and sometimes grown children) until they squeal. This is why Mom is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ticklish&lt;/span&gt; 'til this day. W.H. is always instigating trouble, whether in Birmingham Alabama or San Diego California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SlQktC44ofI/AAAAAAAAAr8/IutEJvFlA5s/s1600-h/IMG_3003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355946213138538994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SlQktC44ofI/AAAAAAAAAr8/IutEJvFlA5s/s400/IMG_3003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harrison "cruised" on furniture for the first time while in San Diego. I think that the shoes probably had something to do with it. But, remember, I wore them first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SlQkQIgo70I/AAAAAAAAAr0/jf_bNutGCoY/s1600-h/DSC01686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355945716431253314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SlQkQIgo70I/AAAAAAAAAr0/jf_bNutGCoY/s400/DSC01686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Harrison loves to play the game of chase. When you start chasing him, he just crawls faster and laughs. Aunt Allison loves this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SlQjTVxniQI/AAAAAAAAArs/QDicyNHS-z4/s1600-h/DSC01603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355944672020105474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SlQjTVxniQI/AAAAAAAAArs/QDicyNHS-z4/s400/DSC01603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also likes to play the game of fetch by himself. Harrison throws the ball and then goes and gets it. I am six and still have not mastered this skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SlQjS44SbcI/AAAAAAAAArk/oyKdyPNHvCs/s1600-h/IMG_1349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355944664263454146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SlQjS44SbcI/AAAAAAAAArk/oyKdyPNHvCs/s400/IMG_1349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When he is not on the go, Harrison likes to sit around and solve the world's problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SlQjSn1fH9I/AAAAAAAAArc/_-SYB-MBeZQ/s1600-h/DSC01580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355944659688300498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SlQjSn1fH9I/AAAAAAAAArc/_-SYB-MBeZQ/s400/DSC01580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also loves to drink out of the faucet during bath time. I, personally, am afraid of the running water but not Harrison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post only addresses Mom and Dad's arrival and some of the week's highlights. I plan to blog about each day in San Diego. I hope that it is about the trip and not just about Harrison. But, I can only tell you about what Mom and Dad tell me and a lot of it has been about my human cousin. Keep reading!&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953895967621982377-2145302425646428918?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2145302425646428918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/vacation-to-san-diego.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/2145302425646428918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/2145302425646428918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/07/vacation-to-san-diego.html' title='Vacation to San Diego'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SlQmSBoWNrI/AAAAAAAAAtE/VzZm9fC7FaI/s72-c/DSC01555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-8172804489383887091</id><published>2009-06-29T20:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T21:14:15.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st Birthday Harrison</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before we moved to our new apartment, Mom and Dad went to San Diego with my grandparents, Aunt and Uncle and my human cousin.  All of the canine cousins had their own mini-vacations in doggy motels.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While in San Diego, Harrison had his 1st birthday party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SkmOX_TXJGI/AAAAAAAAAq4/5hbYloLoHz0/s1600-h/IMG_3572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352966174887322722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SkmOX_TXJGI/AAAAAAAAAq4/5hbYloLoHz0/s400/IMG_3572.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I guess there was a reason the canine cousins were not invited.  Maggie, Louie, Otis and I would have been fighting over all of the cupcake crumbs.  Harrison made a mess and loved every bite of his red velvet baby cake!  But, I do not know who had more fun - Harrison or Mom taking thousands of pictures capturing the moment.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SkmOXqgofNI/AAAAAAAAAqw/mecfxmlG6kc/s1600-h/DSC01882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352966169305840850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SkmOXqgofNI/AAAAAAAAAqw/mecfxmlG6kc/s400/DSC01882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After every mess comes clean up.  If you look closely, Harrison has cupcake crumbs in his nose.  I wish that I would have been there because I would have licked those crumbs right up.  Dad always says that my tongue is so long and skinny it can go up his nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SkmOXUlOylI/AAAAAAAAAqo/A_oiK78a_U0/s1600-h/DSC01884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352966163419548242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SkmOXUlOylI/AAAAAAAAAqo/A_oiK78a_U0/s400/DSC01884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 1st Birthday Little Buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/6953895967621982377-8172804489383887091?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8172804489383887091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-1st-birthday-harrison.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/8172804489383887091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/8172804489383887091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-1st-birthday-harrison.html' title='Happy 1st Birthday Harrison'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SkmOX_TXJGI/AAAAAAAAAq4/5hbYloLoHz0/s72-c/IMG_3572.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-3906821887892227174</id><published>2009-06-17T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T19:33:33.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are moving?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SjmfVjufwSI/AAAAAAAAAqg/oPkduWvwNYY/s1600-h/DSC01549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348481225195503906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SjmfVjufwSI/AAAAAAAAAqg/oPkduWvwNYY/s400/DSC01549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom and Dad just informed me that it is time to move again.  I know we just got here but Mom's contract is up and she got another job in a different area.  That's part of working as a traveler, so I am told.  As I am looking forward to new adventures in another city, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reminisce&lt;/span&gt; over the past 3 months as we have enjoyed living in the city of &lt;a href="http://www.cityofwoodland.org/"&gt;Woodland.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SjmfVWUTp4I/AAAAAAAAAqY/iKdwC43KUV4/s1600-h/DSC01542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348481221595998082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SjmfVWUTp4I/AAAAAAAAAqY/iKdwC43KUV4/s400/DSC01542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's downtown.  It is a small, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mayberry&lt;/span&gt;-like town, but has a few "extras" like a Sushi restaurant.  I have never seen an episode where Lassie enjoys sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SjmfVE2yjQI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/sZKZPw1rXSc/s1600-h/DSC01539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348481216908791042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SjmfVE2yjQI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/sZKZPw1rXSc/s400/DSC01539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above picture is Mom and Dad's favorite local &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;barbecue&lt;/span&gt; restaurant.  Instead of pork, their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;barbecue&lt;/span&gt; is beef.  The locals love to eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tri&lt;/span&gt;-tip, which is a certain part of the cow.  Mom and Dad do not care for it much.  I have never been offered any but that does not mean that I have not tried to sneak a bite or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sjmedbl_ZPI/AAAAAAAAAqA/yWZa4Fiwo_U/s1600-h/DSC00456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348480260939670770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sjmedbl_ZPI/AAAAAAAAAqA/yWZa4Fiwo_U/s400/DSC00456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of old buildings here in this town, the courthouse being one of them.  And, as I have mentioned before, Woodland has the oldest library in California, built in 1905.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348480256215287682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SjmedJ_nB4I/AAAAAAAAAp4/Y_36i_eODlk/s400/DSC01436.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This is the hospital where Mom works.  It is only 10 minutes from the apartment.  She has enjoyed it there, getting to know the staff and her patients.  Everyone knows everybody because it only consists of 2 medical floors, an intensive care unit and a mental health unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SjmdeRtrWgI/AAAAAAAAApw/VDP_6nhiJY0/s1600-h/DSC00248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348479175955798530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SjmdeRtrWgI/AAAAAAAAApw/VDP_6nhiJY0/s400/DSC00248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the hospital is so small, she does not have enough patients there to keep her busy all day.  Mom also works at a nursing home in Williams, another quaint, rural town.  The town is known for &lt;a href="http://www.grazellas.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Granzella's&lt;/span&gt; Restaurant&lt;/a&gt;, where they sell wines, hand packed olives, olive oils, and various types of jams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SjmddwekTGI/AAAAAAAAApo/9PRPklktFtg/s1600-h/DSC01536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348479167034051682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SjmddwekTGI/AAAAAAAAApo/9PRPklktFtg/s400/DSC01536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SjmddksRcDI/AAAAAAAAApg/C7JYmy8F-n0/s1600-h/DSC01530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348479163870310450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SjmddksRcDI/AAAAAAAAApg/C7JYmy8F-n0/s400/DSC01530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom has only eaten here once and she ordered a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Muffuletta&lt;/span&gt; sandwich.  It did not compare to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Louisiana's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://http//www.foodhistory.com/foodnotes/road/la/sli/chk/01/"&gt;Check In Check Out&lt;/a&gt;, despite the use of local grown olives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SjmckI4E-eI/AAAAAAAAApQ/715hjudMik8/s1600-h/DSC01531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348478177151089122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SjmckI4E-eI/AAAAAAAAApQ/715hjudMik8/s400/DSC01531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SjmcjoeMIGI/AAAAAAAAApI/7dHD9X5r0Hg/s1600-h/DSC01526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348478168452571234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SjmcjoeMIGI/AAAAAAAAApI/7dHD9X5r0Hg/s400/DSC01526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, I guess I will just lay here and ponder about our next "home".  I hope that we enjoy it as much as we have enjoyed living in Woodland.  I'll keep you posted!&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&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/6953895967621982377-3906821887892227174?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3906821887892227174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-are-moving.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/3906821887892227174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/3906821887892227174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-are-moving.html' title='We are moving?'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SjmfVjufwSI/AAAAAAAAAqg/oPkduWvwNYY/s72-c/DSC01549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-4349063583306776903</id><published>2009-06-12T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T23:06:30.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I must confess . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SjM-Z2JiBaI/AAAAAAAAApA/OC82dq50wOY/s1600-h/DSC01465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346685796372055458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SjM-Z2JiBaI/AAAAAAAAApA/OC82dq50wOY/s400/DSC01465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the most part, I behave but I do have a wild streak in me.  Just when you least expect it, I will get into something that I know I am not supposed to have.  Here lately, I have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;obsessed&lt;/span&gt; with my dad's backpack, unzipping it and everything.  Last night I strode his highlight, pens, pencils and calculator all over the apartment after devouring the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pop tarts&lt;/span&gt; that Dad planned to eat for breakfast.  (This is the second time I have done this within the past month.)  Mom has tried to get me to show her how I unzip it but I am much smarter than that - showing her my tricks.  I think not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SjM-ZlzljKI/AAAAAAAAAo4/nBJDDTkOGwA/s1600-h/DSC01472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346685791985044642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SjM-ZlzljKI/AAAAAAAAAo4/nBJDDTkOGwA/s400/DSC01472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I also came across my human cousin's 1st birthday present and could not resist trying it on.  I sure do hope that Harrison does not see this post.  Then, I will be in trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SjM-ZTf486I/AAAAAAAAAow/sy7kmmojogo/s1600-h/DSC01474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346685787070591906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SjM-ZTf486I/AAAAAAAAAow/sy7kmmojogo/s400/DSC01474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aren't they adorable?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SjM9g1vw47I/AAAAAAAAAoo/NBL7qUHSp4Q/s1600-h/DSC01483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346684817011434418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SjM9g1vw47I/AAAAAAAAAoo/NBL7qUHSp4Q/s400/DSC01483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If only Mom had bought another pair so that I could wear them on all four feet.  I guess she was not thinking of me when she bought them.  Actually, Dad picked them out.  He has good taste, doesn't he?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SjM9gmndStI/AAAAAAAAAog/jRENFwni0Vk/s1600-h/DSC01492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346684812950063826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SjM9gmndStI/AAAAAAAAAog/jRENFwni0Vk/s400/DSC01492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the scenery around here.  The sunflowers are in full bloom and fields of them are everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SjM9gRoNV0I/AAAAAAAAAoY/9uImf8V8wN4/s1600-h/DSC01501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346684807316068162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SjM9gRoNV0I/AAAAAAAAAoY/9uImf8V8wN4/s400/DSC01501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I hope your weekend is full of sunshine!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953895967621982377-4349063583306776903?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4349063583306776903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-must-confess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/4349063583306776903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/4349063583306776903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-must-confess.html' title='I must confess . . .'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SjM-Z2JiBaI/AAAAAAAAApA/OC82dq50wOY/s72-c/DSC01465.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-1160360874101864359</id><published>2009-06-10T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:05:47.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spending more time at the dog park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom and Dad are determined for me to become more sociable and not so aloft to other dogs. Needless to say, we have been spending lots of time at the local dog park. I think that they have more fun there then I do. The other day, Dad was playing fetch with some random dog (knowing that I do not fetch and all).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SjBfFMxW15I/AAAAAAAAAn8/P8sGetAqV-U/s1600-h/DSC01443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345877300621006738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SjBfFMxW15I/AAAAAAAAAn8/P8sGetAqV-U/s400/DSC01443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are again? Do I have to get out of the car? Can't I just stay in here and take a little nap? Please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SjBeuz7gHqI/AAAAAAAAAn0/rVDciEPZ7Gg/s1600-h/DSC01431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345876915995549346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SjBeuz7gHqI/AAAAAAAAAn0/rVDciEPZ7Gg/s400/DSC01431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my favorite part of the dog park - the little strip of concrete close to the fence. I hate walking in the grass, especially wet grass, and it puts the most distance between me and those other canines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SjBkZK5UoeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/ugPQ317bd1M/s1600-h/DSC01434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345883141273068002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SjBkZK5UoeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/ugPQ317bd1M/s400/DSC01434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SjBeuRHUdHI/AAAAAAAAAnk/rAvRTOe7ZmE/s1600-h/DSC01446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345876906649875570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SjBeuRHUdHI/AAAAAAAAAnk/rAvRTOe7ZmE/s400/DSC01446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just to pacify Mom and Dad, I ran around with these dogs for a little while, looking at my parents the entire time for reassurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SjBda0hlV2I/AAAAAAAAAnc/e2KFPcdAzBA/s1600-h/DSC01447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345875473046263650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SjBda0hlV2I/AAAAAAAAAnc/e2KFPcdAzBA/s400/DSC01447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can we go now? I am ready whenever you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SjBdaR_AvRI/AAAAAAAAAnU/1vAZtmBl2Bw/s1600-h/DSC01440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345875463774453010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SjBdaR_AvRI/AAAAAAAAAnU/1vAZtmBl2Bw/s400/DSC01440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I conquered the dog park, yet again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I am usually curled up into a ball asleep in the backseat of the car, Mom and Dad are proud of me for sticking my head out of the window like other dogs. (Well, partially out of the window.) I guess you are right Kathryn - the Cali air is in my system. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SjBdaBR3qrI/AAAAAAAAAnM/QXPD-xJ54_4/s1600-h/DSC01418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345875459290147506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SjBdaBR3qrI/AAAAAAAAAnM/QXPD-xJ54_4/s400/DSC01418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But, this is by far my most favorite spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6953895967621982377-1160360874101864359?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1160360874101864359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/spending-more-time-at-dog-park.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/1160360874101864359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/1160360874101864359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/spending-more-time-at-dog-park.html' title='Spending more time at the dog park'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SjBfFMxW15I/AAAAAAAAAn8/P8sGetAqV-U/s72-c/DSC01443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-4827159655023836315</id><published>2009-06-03T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:03:15.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hay again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sic3z0M73UI/AAAAAAAAAnE/sC6Vapr7lTU/s1600-h/DSC01408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343300846224137538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sic3z0M73UI/AAAAAAAAAnE/sC6Vapr7lTU/s400/DSC01408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I realize that it has been a while since you have heard from me. Not much has been going on around here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sic3zv1gNxI/AAAAAAAAAm8/oXc9MVNflNA/s1600-h/DSC01415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343300845052114706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sic3zv1gNxI/AAAAAAAAAm8/oXc9MVNflNA/s400/DSC01415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have just been watching Mom enjoying basking in the sun by the pool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sic3zr3320I/AAAAAAAAAm0/GpGpe5De7LQ/s1600-h/DSC01409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343300843988310850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sic3zr3320I/AAAAAAAAAm0/GpGpe5De7LQ/s400/DSC01409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and Dad studying this book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sic3zPAZwXI/AAAAAAAAAms/YzAebLRjDHc/s1600-h/DSC01402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343300836239458674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sic3zPAZwXI/AAAAAAAAAms/YzAebLRjDHc/s400/DSC01402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; while I play with my toys and get my bed and blanket into the perfect wad for my comfort&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sic3ATDOFbI/AAAAAAAAAmc/YhTRzyQWVu0/s1600-h/DSC01400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343299961151690162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sic3ATDOFbI/AAAAAAAAAmc/YhTRzyQWVu0/s400/DSC01400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I guess you could say that we have finally settled into a routine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hope that all is well!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953895967621982377-4827159655023836315?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4827159655023836315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/hay-again.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/4827159655023836315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/4827159655023836315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/hay-again.html' title='Hay again!'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sic3z0M73UI/AAAAAAAAAnE/sC6Vapr7lTU/s72-c/DSC01408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-3228539267193854849</id><published>2009-05-24T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T22:20:54.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gardens and Lighthouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/ShzKFhPZFWI/AAAAAAAAAl4/h7vnaE6nBkM/s1600-h/DSC01311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340365454325650786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/ShzKFhPZFWI/AAAAAAAAAl4/h7vnaE6nBkM/s400/DSC01311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someone Mom met told her she must eat at Eggheads while in Fort Bragg.  After waiting over an hour to be seated, Mom and Dad enjoyed their brunch, especially Mom with its Wizard of Oz theme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/ShzKFPNg91I/AAAAAAAAAlw/CQzkIsAFugQ/s1600-h/IMG_2921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340365449485940562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/ShzKFPNg91I/AAAAAAAAAlw/CQzkIsAFugQ/s400/IMG_2921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We leisurely strolled through the Mendocino Coast Botanical Gardens . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/ShzJiHJgeYI/AAAAAAAAAlo/qSN8arf3ULY/s1600-h/IMG_2915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340364846026226050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/ShzJiHJgeYI/AAAAAAAAAlo/qSN8arf3ULY/s400/IMG_2915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; enjoying all of the various plants and their scents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/ShzJhj2DpVI/AAAAAAAAAlg/XT-Q1mMzaIg/s1600-h/DSC01344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340364836549403986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/ShzJhj2DpVI/AAAAAAAAAlg/XT-Q1mMzaIg/s400/DSC01344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After walking through the gardens, we came to the cold and windy beach.  I wish that I had on my jacket!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/ShzJhcRMRFI/AAAAAAAAAlY/otVJ7b-tihQ/s1600-h/DSC01333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340364834515731538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/ShzJhcRMRFI/AAAAAAAAAlY/otVJ7b-tihQ/s400/DSC01333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The best way to warm up is to run around in the grassy fields overlooking the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/ShzI0_Ve_7I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/_-1ry9UhRfo/s1600-h/DSC01339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340364070834864050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/ShzI0_Ve_7I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/_-1ry9UhRfo/s400/DSC01339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Afterwards, we visited the Point Arena Lighthouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/ShzI0f40JTI/AAAAAAAAAlI/XD65bBm4RHk/s1600-h/IMG_2939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340364062393115954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/ShzI0f40JTI/AAAAAAAAAlI/XD65bBm4RHk/s400/IMG_2939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We enjoyed the views of the ocean and the coast's wildflowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/ShzI0I2m4pI/AAAAAAAAAlA/0Wlm_4eNu94/s1600-h/IMG_2968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340364056209842834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/ShzI0I2m4pI/AAAAAAAAAlA/0Wlm_4eNu94/s400/IMG_2968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/ShzIMtzf5wI/AAAAAAAAAk4/ADmCG_UwWkA/s1600-h/DSC01375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340363378934146818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/ShzIMtzf5wI/AAAAAAAAAk4/ADmCG_UwWkA/s400/DSC01375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Although the beach here is pretty, I am told that the Gulf's beaches are better because it is warm and there is soft sand, rather than sharp rocks.  Maybe one day Mom and Dad will take me there.  Until then, I will cherish these memories of northern California beaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/ShzIMeUG2uI/AAAAAAAAAkw/E5LTP8rz5Sk/s1600-h/IMG_2978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340363374775950050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/ShzIMeUG2uI/AAAAAAAAAkw/E5LTP8rz5Sk/s400/IMG_2978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the way home, we went through wine country and saw vineyards after vineyards after vineyards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/ShzIMLjtO-I/AAAAAAAAAko/uiJG3vcxidA/s1600-h/DSC01392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340363369741106146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/ShzIMLjtO-I/AAAAAAAAAko/uiJG3vcxidA/s400/DSC01392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We had a great time but are glad to be home and out of the cold wind!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hope you have a happy Memorial Day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953895967621982377-3228539267193854849?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3228539267193854849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/gardens-and-lighthouse.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/3228539267193854849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/3228539267193854849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/gardens-and-lighthouse.html' title='Gardens and Lighthouse'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/ShzKFhPZFWI/AAAAAAAAAl4/h7vnaE6nBkM/s72-c/DSC01311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-240312402934563321</id><published>2009-05-23T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:35:11.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Redwoods + Beaches = Fort Bragg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Shy9SUlj4LI/AAAAAAAAAkg/6I119Rauxq4/s1600-h/DSC01124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340351380616110258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Shy9SUlj4LI/AAAAAAAAAkg/6I119Rauxq4/s400/DSC01124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today we went through the quaint downtown and did a little window shopping. Mom bought me a cute pink &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;polka dot&lt;/span&gt; collar for $2.50. She wanted to buy my cousins' collars too but they did not have their sizes- it was a going out of business sale. Also, there were dogs everywhere (on leashes of course). I felt right at home in this dog-friendly town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Shy9RiqYEHI/AAAAAAAAAkY/8eln2juGElg/s1600-h/DSC01117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340351367214534770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Shy9RiqYEHI/AAAAAAAAAkY/8eln2juGElg/s400/DSC01117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we rode the skunk train. Well, I slept in the car while Mom and Dad rode the train. I opted not to go on this one. Although dogs were allowed, I needed my beauty sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Shy8fHdnJQI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/gsNW_M5r8fA/s1600-h/IMG_2823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340350500919780610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Shy8fHdnJQI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/gsNW_M5r8fA/s400/IMG_2823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looking at the pictures, you can tell Mom and Dad had a good time riding the steam powered train through the redwood forests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Shy8e-dGf6I/AAAAAAAAAkI/C7p51z6_Ea4/s1600-h/IMG_2878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340350498501722018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Shy8e-dGf6I/AAAAAAAAAkI/C7p51z6_Ea4/s400/IMG_2878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you believe how tall these trees are?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Shy8eSKUUiI/AAAAAAAAAkA/aPx9hUcyGKM/s1600-h/IMG_2837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340350486611776034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Shy8eSKUUiI/AAAAAAAAAkA/aPx9hUcyGKM/s400/IMG_2837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And how large the trunks are?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Shy6L4TQa-I/AAAAAAAAAj4/t8SUbKTsMN8/s1600-h/IMG_2845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340347971409046498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Shy6L4TQa-I/AAAAAAAAAj4/t8SUbKTsMN8/s400/IMG_2845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I would hate to know what critters lie inside that tree trunk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Shy6LuqGy1I/AAAAAAAAAjw/7ZFlhyLCAzc/s1600-h/DSC01258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340347968820530002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Shy6LuqGy1I/AAAAAAAAAjw/7ZFlhyLCAzc/s400/DSC01258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After Mom and Dad ate at a local cafe, we went to Glass Beach. Can you see the broken glass that has been polished by years of crashing waves? This beach used to be the city's dump, closing in the 60's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Shy6LBQfi9I/AAAAAAAAAjo/BJuLEUYcYqk/s1600-h/DSC01238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340347956633504722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Shy6LBQfi9I/AAAAAAAAAjo/BJuLEUYcYqk/s400/DSC01238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Needless to say looking at Mom's hair, it was COLD and WINDY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Shy5DksxMMI/AAAAAAAAAjg/jtgqtqY9rRs/s1600-h/IMG_2905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340346729196761282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Shy5DksxMMI/AAAAAAAAAjg/jtgqtqY9rRs/s400/IMG_2905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last but not least, we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MacKerricher&lt;/span&gt; State Park, enjoying another beautiful, cold and windy beach. Mom and Dad kept saying they heard sea lions but never did see them until we looked at the pictures. Do you see them, blending in with the rocks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Shy5DPSH6VI/AAAAAAAAAjY/NfOc0-Xntf0/s1600-h/DSC01289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340346723447859538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Shy5DPSH6VI/AAAAAAAAAjY/NfOc0-Xntf0/s400/DSC01289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A gorgeous sunset ending a beautiful day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Shy5CzjvKOI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/_m2dbO8bIHo/s1600-h/IMG_2909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340346716005542114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Shy5CzjvKOI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/_m2dbO8bIHo/s400/IMG_2909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953895967621982377-240312402934563321?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/240312402934563321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/redwoods-beaches-fort-bragg.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/240312402934563321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/240312402934563321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/redwoods-beaches-fort-bragg.html' title='Redwoods + Beaches = Fort Bragg'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Shy9SUlj4LI/AAAAAAAAAkg/6I119Rauxq4/s72-c/DSC01124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-7633603651172664969</id><published>2009-05-22T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:21:21.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fort Bragg, CA Here We Come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have been looking forward to Memorial Day weekend - a 3 day weekend since Mom is off from work and Dad is out of school.  Friday afternoon, the bags were packed and off we went.   We drove from the "valley", as the locals call it, into the foothills.  It was a pretty drive with lots of winding roads, which were fun at first.  After a while, it got old and Mom kept saying she was glad my aunt, Allison, was not in the car.  She would be complaining of being carsick.  That's for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/ShytLjt9QNI/AAAAAAAAAjI/Xd0q-Dds4QU/s1600-h/IMG_2785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340333672232730834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/ShytLjt9QNI/AAAAAAAAAjI/Xd0q-Dds4QU/s400/IMG_2785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We reach Clear Lake, which reminded us of Smith Lake.  I wish that I could have been at the Lake House with the family but I guess you can't have it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/ShytLVHnITI/AAAAAAAAAjA/SqZa_cUs8Jc/s1600-h/IMG_2782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340333668313801010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/ShytLVHnITI/AAAAAAAAAjA/SqZa_cUs8Jc/s400/IMG_2782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went through the redwood forest, which was breathtaking and another winding road, weaving through the huge trees.  However, it got cool and dark quickly underneath the tree's canopy.  When we left the house, it was 92 degrees.  Driving through the forest, the temperature was 54 degrees according to the car's thermometer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/ShytK4snCxI/AAAAAAAAAi4/V8SPxNonlJQ/s1600-h/IMG_2797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340333660684356370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/ShytK4snCxI/AAAAAAAAAi4/V8SPxNonlJQ/s400/IMG_2797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom has been working with a lot of patients with Indian heritage - the country of India (not to be confused with feathered Indians).  She has been using me as the guinea pig practicing how to put on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sarees&lt;/span&gt;. I am always the guinea pig but I like the extra attention.  Don't tell anyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/ShytKmGgJ2I/AAAAAAAAAiw/jsYCUGstkfo/s1600-h/IMG_2809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340333655692683106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/ShytKmGgJ2I/AAAAAAAAAiw/jsYCUGstkfo/s400/IMG_2809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have to get lots of rest because I have another busy day in Fort Bragg tomorrow!&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/6953895967621982377-7633603651172664969?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7633603651172664969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/fort-bragg-ca-here-we-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/7633603651172664969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/7633603651172664969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/fort-bragg-ca-here-we-come.html' title='Fort Bragg, CA Here We Come!'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/ShytLjt9QNI/AAAAAAAAAjI/Xd0q-Dds4QU/s72-c/IMG_2785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-5030393161131816682</id><published>2009-05-20T19:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T20:25:21.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bizarre!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/ShTAfzSDexI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/4VeX-GTW8zs/s1600-h/DSC01085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338103110915291922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/ShTAfzSDexI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/4VeX-GTW8zs/s400/DSC01085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There are some usual things going on around here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I found out today that people out West eat cactus leaves. They remove the needles, cut it up into cubes, and boil it. They call it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nopales&lt;/span&gt;. That is one food that you humans can have. I prefer dry dog food to cooked cactus any day of the week. I plan to never get close to a cactus again, with or without needles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Secondly, I have been noticing these beautiful blooming plants everywhere, especially lining highways. They are always clustered together with various colors - red, pink, and white. Today, I discovered that they are POISONOUS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;oleanders&lt;/span&gt;. Mom has already lectured me to stay away from them, although they have a sweet enticing smell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338103108903411314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/ShTAfryYnnI/AAAAAAAAAiI/mWZN3kTVSBs/s400/DSC01102.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;And last but certainly not least. At a local university's conservatory, there has been blooming "corpse flowers". They only bloom every two years and smell like rotting meat. Mom refused to take me to see it because she was afraid that I might try to eat it, knowing how I ate a raw pork chop (bone and all) and steak from kitchen counters. Since I could not see it for myself, I read about it at &lt;a href="http://greenhouse.ucdavis.edu/conservatory/"&gt;greenhouse.ucdavis.edu/conservatory/&lt;/a&gt;. I recommend you check out this unusual plant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/ShTAfebKjQI/AAAAAAAAAiA/MQTkpSFiBNs/s1600-h/DSC01093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338103105316359426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/ShTAfebKjQI/AAAAAAAAAiA/MQTkpSFiBNs/s400/DSC01093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'll be dreaming about eating raw meat and wishing that I had the aroma of the "corpse flowers" surrounding me this evening. I know that I sometimes act and even think like a human, but, let's face it - I am a dog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953895967621982377-5030393161131816682?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5030393161131816682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/bizarre.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/5030393161131816682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/5030393161131816682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/bizarre.html' title='Bizarre!'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/ShTAfzSDexI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/4VeX-GTW8zs/s72-c/DSC01085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-6684630718676886010</id><published>2009-05-14T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:48:57.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SgzwWvkO7NI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Mbh24VZTOU4/s1600-h/DSC01061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335903932043422930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SgzwWvkO7NI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Mbh24VZTOU4/s400/DSC01061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom comes home and tells stories about her work at the nursing home - trying to communicate with a patient who is blind and speaks Spanish only or attempting to work with a patient who is combative some days or as sweet as pie the next. She says she never knows what she might face. Never a dull moment - that is for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SgzwWcrd5RI/AAAAAAAAAhw/QqrRYnUkUTA/s1600-h/DSC01068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335903926973490450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SgzwWcrd5RI/AAAAAAAAAhw/QqrRYnUkUTA/s400/DSC01068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But, there is one thing that she can always count on - the beautiful flowers in the courtyard to brighten her day. Look at how big those geraniums are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SgzwWBHRJNI/AAAAAAAAAho/26envm5t_RQ/s1600-h/DSC01073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335903919573902546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SgzwWBHRJNI/AAAAAAAAAho/26envm5t_RQ/s400/DSC01073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are also these tall plants that resemble gladiolas, only they are much taller and larger flowers. They are as tall as the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SgzvqlXs7DI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pRqChTdkkjg/s1600-h/DSC01072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335903173392264242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SgzvqlXs7DI/AAAAAAAAAhg/pRqChTdkkjg/s400/DSC01072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looking at these flowers automatically make your stressors seem smaller. I am sure that it helps the patients cheer up too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sgzvqu2JoXI/AAAAAAAAAhY/9mg1hh1sqJQ/s1600-h/DSC01077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335903175935893874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sgzvqu2JoXI/AAAAAAAAAhY/9mg1hh1sqJQ/s400/DSC01077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After working all day, Mom has found her favorite spot by the pool, with a book in her hand of course. She is currently finishing the third book in the 9-11 series written by Karen Kingsbury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SgzvqS2rUJI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ah4yYPQ7lgg/s1600-h/DSC01064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335903168421908626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SgzvqS2rUJI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ah4yYPQ7lgg/s400/DSC01064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Only one more day until the weekend. I can't wait!&lt;/div&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/6953895967621982377-6684630718676886010?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6684630718676886010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/relaxation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/6684630718676886010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/6684630718676886010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/relaxation.html' title='Relaxation'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SgzwWvkO7NI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Mbh24VZTOU4/s72-c/DSC01061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-6719466125336784431</id><published>2009-05-11T21:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:03:52.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden Gate Bridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sgj9viVR2PI/AAAAAAAAAhI/mVsN__be344/s1600-h/DSC01007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334792751732087026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sgj9viVR2PI/AAAAAAAAAhI/mVsN__be344/s400/DSC01007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally, I get to go to San Francisco.  On the way to see the Golden Gate Bridge, we cross the above pictured no-name bridge.  I felt sorry for it since it is always in the shadow of the Golden Gate.  Although you have to drive across this bridge to get to the Golden Gate Bridge and eventually to San Francisco, no one seems to care about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sgj9hZjnWdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/fXiyOcwPm_o/s1600-h/DSC01017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334792508858128850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sgj9hZjnWdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/fXiyOcwPm_o/s400/DSC01017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before we got our destination, Mom and Dad ate lunch in Sausalito, an upscale town that one has to have lots of money to live in.  It is located on the bay.  Below was Mom and Dad's view as they were eating $15 hamburgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sgj9hEdfDAI/AAAAAAAAAg4/586i4D7GPw4/s1600-h/DSC01020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334792503195274242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sgj9hEdfDAI/AAAAAAAAAg4/586i4D7GPw4/s400/DSC01020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were a lot of expensive boats in the water but no one offered us a ride.  So, we kept travelling. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sgj9g82SgiI/AAAAAAAAAgw/k8P6XbxwqMM/s1600-h/DSC01022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334792501151826466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sgj9g82SgiI/AAAAAAAAAgw/k8P6XbxwqMM/s400/DSC01022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to our destination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sgj85v3hQRI/AAAAAAAAAgo/XMC5FHaTpPw/s1600-h/DSC01034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334791827652428050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sgj85v3hQRI/AAAAAAAAAgo/XMC5FHaTpPw/s400/DSC01034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sgj85Q2ZxbI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fhdPY_ylWlM/s1600-h/IMG_2682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334791819326244274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sgj85Q2ZxbI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fhdPY_ylWlM/s400/IMG_2682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is just as pretty as I thought it would be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sgj85MxSd2I/AAAAAAAAAgY/qj5fAEk2WJI/s1600-h/IMG_2679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334791818231052130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sgj85MxSd2I/AAAAAAAAAgY/qj5fAEk2WJI/s400/IMG_2679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Afterwards, we went to the Golden Gate Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sgj8Zt8sJJI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/gnsQLAzWwB8/s1600-h/IMG_2724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334791277381428370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sgj8Zt8sJJI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/gnsQLAzWwB8/s400/IMG_2724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We just relaxed and enjoyed God's beautiful nature as we meandered around the trials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sgj8ZZxhBMI/AAAAAAAAAgI/geZO5NqG2ac/s1600-h/IMG_2702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334791271965852866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sgj8ZZxhBMI/AAAAAAAAAgI/geZO5NqG2ac/s400/IMG_2702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw some very unique flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sgj8ZJMGtrI/AAAAAAAAAgA/52WuF_RpU2M/s1600-h/IMG_2708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334791267513972402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sgj8ZJMGtrI/AAAAAAAAAgA/52WuF_RpU2M/s400/IMG_2708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And some rather large trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sgj75VTDDjI/AAAAAAAAAf4/km4xXVNkmzM/s1600-h/IMG_2727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334790721008504370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sgj75VTDDjI/AAAAAAAAAf4/km4xXVNkmzM/s400/IMG_2727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom loved every second of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sgj75AyP2wI/AAAAAAAAAfw/6PSeiUUrTbs/s1600-h/IMG_2734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334790715502222082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sgj75AyP2wI/AAAAAAAAAfw/6PSeiUUrTbs/s400/IMG_2734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sgj74ts1bDI/AAAAAAAAAfo/_1N1-Rue-kA/s1600-h/IMG_2754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334790710379244594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sgj74ts1bDI/AAAAAAAAAfo/_1N1-Rue-kA/s400/IMG_2754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I did not want to get too close to these roses.  Seeing the thorns reminded me of the last time I got close to a spikey plant on the trip to California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sgj6WoxwVfI/AAAAAAAAAfg/_7GbLR4KqqE/s1600-h/DSC01051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334789025430525426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sgj6WoxwVfI/AAAAAAAAAfg/_7GbLR4KqqE/s400/DSC01051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But the roses sure did smell good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sgj6Wd9p0xI/AAAAAAAAAfY/1_EI4UT_Cg8/s1600-h/IMG_2764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334789022527640338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sgj6Wd9p0xI/AAAAAAAAAfY/1_EI4UT_Cg8/s400/IMG_2764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Have you ever seen a leaf so big?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sgj6WLtIfwI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/ki7bh8KqGv8/s1600-h/IMG_2768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334789017626509058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sgj6WLtIfwI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/ki7bh8KqGv8/s400/IMG_2768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know what this guy is staring at!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sgj5ybO5vpI/AAAAAAAAAfI/oNYMOtct3ng/s1600-h/IMG_2779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334788403319389842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sgj5ybO5vpI/AAAAAAAAAfI/oNYMOtct3ng/s400/IMG_2779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Can't we all just get along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sgj5x66CWbI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Y1egP69KTpo/s1600-h/DSC01003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334788394641938866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sgj5x66CWbI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Y1egP69KTpo/s400/DSC01003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a long day in San Francisco, I was exhausted.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that you had a fun-filled, relaxing weekend and a Happy Mother's Day!&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6953895967621982377-6719466125336784431?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6719466125336784431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/golden-gate-bridge.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/6719466125336784431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/6719466125336784431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/golden-gate-bridge.html' title='Golden Gate Bridge'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sgj9viVR2PI/AAAAAAAAAhI/mVsN__be344/s72-c/DSC01007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-9123287261078582983</id><published>2009-05-03T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T20:37:19.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rose Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sf5gwCbbPsI/AAAAAAAAAew/ll4Lem4N6iw/s1600-h/DSC00985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331805387255135938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sf5gwCbbPsI/AAAAAAAAAew/ll4Lem4N6iw/s400/DSC00985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom, Dad and I walked downtown to enjoy the rose garden at the local library.  The Rose Garden Club keep the grounds and do a wonderful job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sf5gv0HsC9I/AAAAAAAAAeo/BCiYNSfwMwE/s1600-h/DSC00981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331805383414254546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sf5gv0HsC9I/AAAAAAAAAeo/BCiYNSfwMwE/s400/DSC00981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If this does not put you in the mood to read a good book, nothing will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sf5gvZJyrrI/AAAAAAAAAeg/WCnX0509vrw/s1600-h/DSC00978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331805376175320754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sf5gvZJyrrI/AAAAAAAAAeg/WCnX0509vrw/s400/DSC00978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Even Dad and I enjoyed sitting on the bench at the rose garden.  We also needed to rest from our walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sf5fmveA0XI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Y72D4VpZJuc/s1600-h/DSC00970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331804128035262834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sf5fmveA0XI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Y72D4VpZJuc/s400/DSC00970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sf5fl7ylEeI/AAAAAAAAAeI/BZboHD-3_ms/s1600-h/DSC00990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331804114162880994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sf5fl7ylEeI/AAAAAAAAAeI/BZboHD-3_ms/s400/DSC00990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sf5e3QnjAeI/AAAAAAAAAeA/oM2rztfaGLc/s1600-h/DSC00989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331803312299901410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sf5e3QnjAeI/AAAAAAAAAeA/oM2rztfaGLc/s400/DSC00989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I hate it when Mom thinks she is a photographer and I am the subject. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sf5e3GNlVBI/AAAAAAAAAd4/MoCxirPZu3E/s1600-h/DSC00991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331803309506647058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sf5e3GNlVBI/AAAAAAAAAd4/MoCxirPZu3E/s400/DSC00991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Although we do not have any flowerbeds of our own this year, we are enjoying the flowers at the apartment complex.  Everyone here really takes pride in their yards, which are in full bloom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sf5e2mzEK5I/AAAAAAAAAdw/tTbnznfblGY/s1600-h/DSC00997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331803301073922962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sf5e2mzEK5I/AAAAAAAAAdw/tTbnznfblGY/s400/DSC00997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6953895967621982377-9123287261078582983?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/9123287261078582983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/rose-garden.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/9123287261078582983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/9123287261078582983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/rose-garden.html' title='Rose Garden'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/Sf5gwCbbPsI/AAAAAAAAAew/ll4Lem4N6iw/s72-c/DSC00985.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953895967621982377.post-4634368785170179366</id><published>2009-05-01T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T21:28:49.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snails</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SfvJH_YA1LI/AAAAAAAAAdo/UnVLXpg4Zto/s1600-h/DSC00940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331075723031532722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SfvJH_YA1LI/AAAAAAAAAdo/UnVLXpg4Zto/s400/DSC00940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every evening, when I go outside, my eyes are wide open looking for these creepy-crawley snails. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SfvJHubstoI/AAAAAAAAAdg/HBLb0b4hBB4/s1600-h/DSC00957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331075718483588738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SfvJHubstoI/AAAAAAAAAdg/HBLb0b4hBB4/s400/DSC00957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SfvIg4pgQwI/AAAAAAAAAdY/lVJZ1UnAmFI/s1600-h/DSC00960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331075051210949378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SfvIg4pgQwI/AAAAAAAAAdY/lVJZ1UnAmFI/s400/DSC00960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am fascinated by them.  I love to stand over the snails, staring at them, daring them to make the next move.  The critters just stare back, not even fazed by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SfvIE1CHrnI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/CWPMwbgXs-w/s1600-h/DSC00956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331074569204117106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SfvIE1CHrnI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/CWPMwbgXs-w/s400/DSC00956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SfvGw1E-M-I/AAAAAAAAAco/1zRWFCg9e8I/s1600-h/DSC00943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331073126107067362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SfvGw1E-M-I/AAAAAAAAAco/1zRWFCg9e8I/s400/DSC00943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hope that your week has not crawled by at a snail's pace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a good weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6953895967621982377-4634368785170179366?l=sony-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4634368785170179366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/snails.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/4634368785170179366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953895967621982377/posts/default/4634368785170179366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sony-girl.blogspot.com/2009/05/snails.html' title='Snails'/><author><name>Sony Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15287278272339780633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmIlgKKz0tQ/SfvJH_YA1LI/AAAAAAAA
