tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629298214539678122024-03-07T03:50:10.083-05:00Loch Mess BlogsterThe trials and tribulations of life on LochnerG and G Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09182854661220039779noreply@blogger.comBlogger162125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-362929821453967812.post-88705827600045585102010-01-21T11:30:00.004-05:002010-01-21T17:50:57.454-05:00An Anniversary<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHpwxj7R3lQeIuyFYp46ItAGLJqWa1nAb74p8SaMkdQ6kmtJ17AQkl8mi7NnnNmtL9hllODwbA7es-S_qZA5vxS32Cm6ygdZ3qjqiE_0kN1Za-HzO2g-u3_k3uZ84nXnrgSMYZfhWSCbgR/s1600-h/1000-Wedding-Bruce-&-Steph-.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429324942045771906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHpwxj7R3lQeIuyFYp46ItAGLJqWa1nAb74p8SaMkdQ6kmtJ17AQkl8mi7NnnNmtL9hllODwbA7es-S_qZA5vxS32Cm6ygdZ3qjqiE_0kN1Za-HzO2g-u3_k3uZ84nXnrgSMYZfhWSCbgR/s400/1000-Wedding-Bruce-&-Steph-.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="left">Forty-three years ago today I stood in front of God, family, and friends to pledge my love, devotion and married my best friend, Bruce.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfPbv3vRFS_CaklR_7s5rng3ae5pQy2eaH3N5VVTkWICYbw665SaavrEmDaTEcr8vVAjJ2PEQZDmlR6pUmWfMGyKzibhBza3RZrlbYKMvxh3sFB2AHEAard1INGHN2c3B8otllKXlucyGI/s1600-h/1000-2-Wedding-Bruce-&-Step.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429324717095437858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfPbv3vRFS_CaklR_7s5rng3ae5pQy2eaH3N5VVTkWICYbw665SaavrEmDaTEcr8vVAjJ2PEQZDmlR6pUmWfMGyKzibhBza3RZrlbYKMvxh3sFB2AHEAard1INGHN2c3B8otllKXlucyGI/s400/1000-2-Wedding-Bruce-&-Step.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigZXahWn5rwav57aXvbsQVvUf-EIT7VcY7xJDNW1ixecYVnheHWgDzgAZOXBfbwsnOM4396nPAx5gDG7Jd6_Ma-D6L_9Bl076d5UI3hjlEsOX81sIpzVXZWvb_Tp2K6XRiWLiJpNyl7kHX/s1600-h/1000-3-Wedding-Bruce-&-Step.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429324505169025810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigZXahWn5rwav57aXvbsQVvUf-EIT7VcY7xJDNW1ixecYVnheHWgDzgAZOXBfbwsnOM4396nPAx5gDG7Jd6_Ma-D6L_9Bl076d5UI3hjlEsOX81sIpzVXZWvb_Tp2K6XRiWLiJpNyl7kHX/s400/1000-3-Wedding-Bruce-&-Step.jpg" /></a> Mr. & Mrs. at last!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj66m-hyNslq1cdnCh4tszppnr6os9_z7G5Lqb_CYL6mH0McX15bFGYWwV2XWNy2L1MyA5wZuc-ncS9mqI2jQCWJdozmABPc3gN9SdFCes-4XZgSaM6SXPWEpQbavPnAgvWSmb18KPIxjSi/s1600-h/1000-4-Wedding-Bruce-&-Step.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429324196598973794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj66m-hyNslq1cdnCh4tszppnr6os9_z7G5Lqb_CYL6mH0McX15bFGYWwV2XWNy2L1MyA5wZuc-ncS9mqI2jQCWJdozmABPc3gN9SdFCes-4XZgSaM6SXPWEpQbavPnAgvWSmb18KPIxjSi/s400/1000-4-Wedding-Bruce-&-Step.jpg" /></a> Cutting Of The Cake<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUbG7iFhupbmzyNOxEGneAl0Z4UlvrhJheMT0dtw49VurOEH6DdaB5I7K2jxif-oepocWAq7TB-GTzlMd5EOtXhCJkt4Ey7C9diWIlWCtluFuiNCtMkF_ArMGUPZp0mAJkP8C8BbOO4czu/s1600-h/1000-5-Wedding-Bruce-&-Step.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429311435742214274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUbG7iFhupbmzyNOxEGneAl0Z4UlvrhJheMT0dtw49VurOEH6DdaB5I7K2jxif-oepocWAq7TB-GTzlMd5EOtXhCJkt4Ey7C9diWIlWCtluFuiNCtMkF_ArMGUPZp0mAJkP8C8BbOO4czu/s400/1000-5-Wedding-Bruce-&-Step.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgivgEHCcs8T_ugMe0d2PTJY5G2YZI1q4UeNnawURHjk2Of2PlFGZvW3BWOmX6E4qNshwuf25sMUas4XNYU__RuXGfxGCs2cYP5r81N3K2MxZyIhK8rCR3QC5fNxrMVrJsOjcJ0TLfmr2ZE/s1600-h/1000-6-Wedding-Bruce-&-Step.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 343px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429311110633132930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgivgEHCcs8T_ugMe0d2PTJY5G2YZI1q4UeNnawURHjk2Of2PlFGZvW3BWOmX6E4qNshwuf25sMUas4XNYU__RuXGfxGCs2cYP5r81N3K2MxZyIhK8rCR3QC5fNxrMVrJsOjcJ0TLfmr2ZE/s400/1000-6-Wedding-Bruce-&-Step.jpg" /></a></div><p align="center">Heading out to start our new life together.</p><p>My marriage to Bruce has been so much better than I ever dreamed it could be all those years ago. I love him more with each passing day that we spend together. I love him more today than I did yesterday and tomorrow I will love him more than I do today. </p><p>This getting old together isn't so bad after all as long as we do it together.</p><p><br />Happy Anniversary Bruce!<br /></p><div><div><div><div></div></div></div></div>G and G Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09182854661220039779noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-362929821453967812.post-62892080213413595962009-12-15T18:01:00.014-05:002009-12-15T18:32:16.743-05:00A Blue Christmas<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilwR9Xdqm99LV-2WNFu44AxhykA5hCEWPqZadywB3q6ephnGJhk6xPA2xZ5ywl6i4Ho0KLbPUpLPP3zY-00JjfRyaXn0sTnQISpGCTQPywpOkiylL0pufaHjW6HsS-t6r-YxxgoKox3I8_/s1600-h/0-DSC00113.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415605390902554210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilwR9Xdqm99LV-2WNFu44AxhykA5hCEWPqZadywB3q6ephnGJhk6xPA2xZ5ywl6i4Ho0KLbPUpLPP3zY-00JjfRyaXn0sTnQISpGCTQPywpOkiylL0pufaHjW6HsS-t6r-YxxgoKox3I8_/s320/0-DSC00113.jpg" /><br /></a>Last weekend we picked up Bruce's mom and headed over to the High School that Scott teachers music education at for their winter jazz concert. We had a wonderful afternoon of music, family, hot chocolate, and homemade desserts for us to enjoy. I especially enjoyed the concert as Scott was playing with the bad on several numbers instead of conducting. This was the first time that Scott's Grandma Abbott had seen him with one of his bands.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Bqp21xhhBj01HkARr4A1gbAJpPGryjjdc5GMSsQiAiz02W_rHD7-ZGdqI6FKQ-rZB0Q9pqI7fiLpRsQJmFHLcoVIngtQzFxhlaXfrmyT3TPRWbgcEfqZkxXc4ORqQmLweBjK_gHnsA-W/s1600-h/0-DSC00074.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415605215914114754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Bqp21xhhBj01HkARr4A1gbAJpPGryjjdc5GMSsQiAiz02W_rHD7-ZGdqI6FKQ-rZB0Q9pqI7fiLpRsQJmFHLcoVIngtQzFxhlaXfrmyT3TPRWbgcEfqZkxXc4ORqQmLweBjK_gHnsA-W/s320/0-DSC00074.jpg" /></a> <p align="center">Warming up with some hot chocolate before the concert started.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYTtousVlYT18pnzSgoBjCUie6pqBxlJhRZoJYgB7Zo8tStr5b_t0QqzrZjUPztgjNUD-9du0HifOBA0y-cOSHI7n7JzWw9hGiMPnZH5UkjFb4U8lglmY982Pu0b4mjceFgvg1SVDHGVRX/s1600-h/0-DSC00105.jpg"><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415605019467724562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYTtousVlYT18pnzSgoBjCUie6pqBxlJhRZoJYgB7Zo8tStr5b_t0QqzrZjUPztgjNUD-9du0HifOBA0y-cOSHI7n7JzWw9hGiMPnZH5UkjFb4U8lglmY982Pu0b4mjceFgvg1SVDHGVRX/s320/0-DSC00105.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a>Cara went up to the stage so I could get a photo of her and her dad while he was working.<br />I guess she thought this would be a good time to do some modeling. It was really funny.<br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZKsEWW5gROSoV2qxJJz1wyXxjJiA7XRaYMKxcTjpWZdjxfUBHdc1sClFkmQHOr1bso3awN61uGBW6G5zFUDMdJcJUEG5CNFwyJeBCWz6U31wsBRmkMZlxr5XpM4dku8jlnvRjWlaXGune/s1600-h/0-DSC00084.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415604823719113458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZKsEWW5gROSoV2qxJJz1wyXxjJiA7XRaYMKxcTjpWZdjxfUBHdc1sClFkmQHOr1bso3awN61uGBW6G5zFUDMdJcJUEG5CNFwyJeBCWz6U31wsBRmkMZlxr5XpM4dku8jlnvRjWlaXGune/s320/0-DSC00084.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a>Scott playing the keyborad for the first several numbers.<br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlbJMwDnIeodieQ6685iYNNDP3sVuJHfr0fWx2liQm74sHubSPrmY3NHR5VPGYdznCY5x5qvol0GW9NGsQXNqpkkN5R7Ar2tUKo8_8EE_XLTCaD3j2aU6ljYcf9i1jFE56pSNYgzHwzqk2/s1600-h/0-DSC00085.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415604351164432082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlbJMwDnIeodieQ6685iYNNDP3sVuJHfr0fWx2liQm74sHubSPrmY3NHR5VPGYdznCY5x5qvol0GW9NGsQXNqpkkN5R7Ar2tUKo8_8EE_XLTCaD3j2aU6ljYcf9i1jFE56pSNYgzHwzqk2/s320/0-DSC00085.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a>Playing a trumpet duet.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2t8ky-DSDVgmqqpzz5Lt64i-RFCuHFXe8Sm-Eo9N70RxblqQ0ub7fp3cBOoKqP-VtswcQgImpwfhLB3rQxQHTU551YTt0SitvjpJaj2wCm6rhvs4L-Ki9wGeAd69Xlu_vdaKni7uLID2l/s1600-h/0-DSC00136.jpg"></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415604121107878882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2t8ky-DSDVgmqqpzz5Lt64i-RFCuHFXe8Sm-Eo9N70RxblqQ0ub7fp3cBOoKqP-VtswcQgImpwfhLB3rQxQHTU551YTt0SitvjpJaj2wCm6rhvs4L-Ki9wGeAd69Xlu_vdaKni7uLID2l/s320/0-DSC00136.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a>Trombone Time. </p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSZ6Sw3hhnbDx6puoSE_BwpC7jZ2aNIz-KFw2F_5CG66cJkh2HEqTSmUJ5WHBTo6KlAyqnQEe-r_paFuN_awcbAwoHm0L_qTsGkAEcvzN_L0Ol0lUlhJRG1zeQnDLSqe3Jgck_CFLyDtoV/s1600-h/0-DSC00145.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415603917770758562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSZ6Sw3hhnbDx6puoSE_BwpC7jZ2aNIz-KFw2F_5CG66cJkh2HEqTSmUJ5WHBTo6KlAyqnQEe-r_paFuN_awcbAwoHm0L_qTsGkAEcvzN_L0Ol0lUlhJRG1zeQnDLSqe3Jgck_CFLyDtoV/s320/0-DSC00145.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a>After the concert it was time for some family photo shots.<br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXUw5Sgye3alLQjgNKmyg0R_gXAbh24QOLyGWYHdEuznsX9a1yWybB4sfZJsUlnPWOP8jnsAU6txZnt9XrZAV6X50gBIxJ9fL_d4JF3lQU46gQ03FsxYQ4rJZ9HVaRVdcyWNNg6igcCoZl/s1600-h/0-DSC00144.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415603672572612050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXUw5Sgye3alLQjgNKmyg0R_gXAbh24QOLyGWYHdEuznsX9a1yWybB4sfZJsUlnPWOP8jnsAU6txZnt9XrZAV6X50gBIxJ9fL_d4JF3lQU46gQ03FsxYQ4rJZ9HVaRVdcyWNNg6igcCoZl/s320/0-DSC00144.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a>Four generations.</p><p align="center"></p><p align="left">After the concert we went out for dinner in Lafayette then it was time for the long ride home. The weather cooperated and we arrived home happy and a little tired. </p>G and G Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09182854661220039779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-362929821453967812.post-85914877372849788772009-11-29T10:50:00.014-05:002009-11-29T11:16:21.735-05:00Turkey Day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPj4nPt8Rvrx_Sh-uHCUOBN0XT2cJKBEJYxy7vxjxR_VCvn53YjhiOqajzkOU4okeRZaYgKk5ZQUoScNbL1oKknQpGt2MmjbXYvIQUueFTxSM4H_VJLjgVgha-4dnS_FvDJxwgcb6MQTEm/s1600/000DSC00088.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409555471144426066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPj4nPt8Rvrx_Sh-uHCUOBN0XT2cJKBEJYxy7vxjxR_VCvn53YjhiOqajzkOU4okeRZaYgKk5ZQUoScNbL1oKknQpGt2MmjbXYvIQUueFTxSM4H_VJLjgVgha-4dnS_FvDJxwgcb6MQTEm/s400/000DSC00088.jpg" /></a> Our Thanksgiving was celebrated Friday with Scott's family and Bruce's mom joining in on the traditional feast. Cara was given the choice on who she would like to sit next to and she picked Great Grandma Abbott. Before we ate we visited with our Italian family sending them our love. The following day we found ourselves headed to the mall for family portraits and then lunch at Pizza Hut.<br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjft-QNDXtC67ECplQ2njQ5BiUI4dX7TrRCcJC-jOX5ZDeQZzfqkabHtw5ydjVjjDrS6kISSHcUcA9xbRPABI5h5FbxDsUamf9hVl3vhe32s8XkPQQZPDs7JEsgD46CvK9pdVvFEVI7sv23/s1600/000-DSC00116.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409555117493615602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjft-QNDXtC67ECplQ2njQ5BiUI4dX7TrRCcJC-jOX5ZDeQZzfqkabHtw5ydjVjjDrS6kISSHcUcA9xbRPABI5h5FbxDsUamf9hVl3vhe32s8XkPQQZPDs7JEsgD46CvK9pdVvFEVI7sv23/s400/000-DSC00116.jpg" /></a> Waiting our turn at the photo studio, they were running a little late.</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzJ7pjsN3m9ZYy62rDzhzgx1FpEs37-oIa0ISYGVhk9Ny5bpIWNlFmQ9B4rDLV1vCoa-HmIZuZ6vUkuG0nZSfk9IvG_Og0La_5M1qN_Z6prLBWzSwyvTywVsKBvHt9RfQZTED89MmgWxgb/s1600/00-DSC00130.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409554887176232738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzJ7pjsN3m9ZYy62rDzhzgx1FpEs37-oIa0ISYGVhk9Ny5bpIWNlFmQ9B4rDLV1vCoa-HmIZuZ6vUkuG0nZSfk9IvG_Og0La_5M1qN_Z6prLBWzSwyvTywVsKBvHt9RfQZTED89MmgWxgb/s400/00-DSC00130.jpg" /></a> The next set of business was a visit with Santa.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjotiJfEuIiYVoYHg5IW12muCbfVyEEvEb2q9dnrVa3SMDka6Gkz_4hRqAR4sxCy5Aj_LHdxq_xxbAiN6ti31c627Hpq9anvKkZvTuOp54FhamqGsfhS_oFsD0_HdmVs7AUWlo3bTmthcOZ/s1600/0-DSC00132.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409554784680887122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjotiJfEuIiYVoYHg5IW12muCbfVyEEvEb2q9dnrVa3SMDka6Gkz_4hRqAR4sxCy5Aj_LHdxq_xxbAiN6ti31c627Hpq9anvKkZvTuOp54FhamqGsfhS_oFsD0_HdmVs7AUWlo3bTmthcOZ/s400/0-DSC00132.jpg" /></a> Cara warming up to Santa and telling him her Christmas ideas.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO2hcUMWhYwUzXAxaN_HqGbDFlr87mFTxVw9QLIHn8Xpsi4-rT3Xe7D4fno9ZeOFgtJTzEBDnvdPV2PXPJWNlFlY98FMzoLmJFT7ci-RlLu2XfpsdsItFr-9CvIedotkKYpo3EEeAsSV0x/s1600/0-DSC00137.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409554621257121426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO2hcUMWhYwUzXAxaN_HqGbDFlr87mFTxVw9QLIHn8Xpsi4-rT3Xe7D4fno9ZeOFgtJTzEBDnvdPV2PXPJWNlFlY98FMzoLmJFT7ci-RlLu2XfpsdsItFr-9CvIedotkKYpo3EEeAsSV0x/s400/0-DSC00137.jpg" /></a><br />Three generations.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRs2HBBqWCU_Vn33rTOpeohpGkdXoeBBQCdQeKGv7VLFEFDdJ_IibULApA01hm9psVhnsU2LjIowG1mw1stn6N3GDL0GpS-iF7X3MaaqPfuF3eDgZuePz8EFE3InROKB_dQn6f8NhNzYUX/s1600/000IMG_0311.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409554433695592002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRs2HBBqWCU_Vn33rTOpeohpGkdXoeBBQCdQeKGv7VLFEFDdJ_IibULApA01hm9psVhnsU2LjIowG1mw1stn6N3GDL0GpS-iF7X3MaaqPfuF3eDgZuePz8EFE3InROKB_dQn6f8NhNzYUX/s400/000IMG_0311.jpg" /></a> Before we left the mall we took two rides on the carousel.</div><div>Cara and Grandma A are at the top.</div><div>Grandpa, Greatgrandma, & Mom are looking on.<br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1nSM5OXR3h_OtKxLN1Pz1wSNFvYV9Zf2dSSoxrVg5P6vH0mNA1PHGR2OkcyRa3svMIa-lxxE2PME7VwilXbGT_Wc0GKnBxilDfO12Jayr-cmn-_TAc2JnAFFCplf19raKEIoPa2Zqwwrs/s1600/000DSC00155.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409554232503333122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1nSM5OXR3h_OtKxLN1Pz1wSNFvYV9Zf2dSSoxrVg5P6vH0mNA1PHGR2OkcyRa3svMIa-lxxE2PME7VwilXbGT_Wc0GKnBxilDfO12Jayr-cmn-_TAc2JnAFFCplf19raKEIoPa2Zqwwrs/s400/000DSC00155.jpg" /></a><br />Grandpa and Cara on the last ride of the day.</div><div>Next stop was Pizza Hut.</div><div></div><div align="left"></div></div></div>G and G Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09182854661220039779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-362929821453967812.post-20601635806367959902009-11-09T21:19:00.014-05:002009-11-09T21:48:34.020-05:00Strike Two-I'm Out<div align="left">Over the weekend we spent most of Saturday doing yard work to get ready for the winter months ahead. This was the last mowing of the season but things didn't go as smoothly as they should have. Twice I got into trouble with the machine. Luckly I was not hurt nor was the mower damaged. The lesson I learned on Saturday was if you are doing something and have a gut feeling that you shouldn't be doing it you should listen to that little voice inside. It is probably right!<br /><br /></div><p align="left"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402295937053270018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVSk_FJsDWh9Yk08XdwafzBcgNhLnD3wqf1Fo_xD6voUJUpiGHBxd3Nn4aq0ULnPt7eYpj9WC1zXk0JJDiRnU1JJXPwOLmArgOwfbPrGqa8IS6S-TofqGK8stJ-1IKqZxMHHOXG4X5EA_H/s320/0-DSC00082.jpg" /><br /><br />When I got the machine turned off I was at the edge of a 25 to 30' drop off by a ravine. More excitement than I ever care to have. To help the situation there were trees there that would have prevented me from going over but while it was happening I didn't know that. I only knew that I had to get the machine turned off as fast as I could. </p><p align="center"><br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402295527330266370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkGcWuPMldSKM4FciNT3PRaJTwbsH9P5Ym5SzW3QM1bKHfTQeRdbQenpH6DerivDZcjYDTkyiT6J27my6sBv9SUBaSKD0Lm8x5szwOhcqfC-hOdgZkTnVYqZVL4y_ebdelW6yKzTTQAGt3/s320/0-DSC00085.jpg" /> <p align="center"><br />Bruce came to the rescue and tied a rope onto the mower.</p><p align="center"><br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402295326739324530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvj2a5VF6DYa99R4vhzOpSaB8cVpwjL6innwJaaEMKovh4ubUK0avHsid8_jYomvtiMkKhffquwQrQ_5G3-7vLseCPYuvRS5bo1-URpgxm_9caJYSgz37bOAa1P2YZvsdoVsXluXqxuuUE/s320/0-DSC00088.jpg" /> <p align="left">In no time at all the mower was back on safe soil. After a brief rest I headed back out to finish the job, making sure I stayed away from the ravine.<br /><br /><br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402295136197816098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFBMhFT77gZsyW6IiGwylONYzCmGJTo8bF7YIGdDrKuflXZsQLqihu_TQePTrgi9IpBSDvxejOUsIoslic85bAHAkjFWWoKXbZs2nUtjC8-FHyz-xDOHWdg8NoDTAcZ51BxrKjF83_G1ZB/s320/0-DSC00102-A.jpg" /><br />The second situation was much later in the day and I still am not sure what happened. It was muddy and I don't know if the mower just slipped on the mud and before I knew what was happening the mower was once again in charge of a bad situation. I was afraid that I was going to go up the steep slope and was certain the mower could roll. I don't even remember how I stopped the mower but I did. Talking later with Bruce about it he said that it wouldn't have rolled, sure wish I would have know that little bit of information at that time.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402294928177284066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6jqV8mvemVVEs3fwZ7eB8CyjosLeNEJRo3_qwtj4KRDkGWR6TTGk_g8mT4nI-XmwccZ7l6SJuwjUuETDjzapQef2ZMt_2A8EBdhqRslrJPJgP5r0LI5ajMHywlC2x9rDQB7jnTW5byGXW/s320/0-DSC00097.jpg" /><br />The first plan of attack for getting the mower out didn't work. It kept getting more stuck in the mud.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402294394370317218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjrcUyIYD1c7fgORhoTUF1yNLwGNi9166mq6_2B3w7wdoX_146EpMlpZyCan2abYXdKe_eLROqMLsDLisBNmnUl9eYlQRNNaaj3AlJNB-035sOJiPT-QvwjX8GIodhjUSPu1j0XZzVQcKi/s320/0-DSC00103.jpg" /> <p align="center">Bruce then headed onto the roadway and pulled the machine up the slope.<br /><br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402294208468962642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Uq-pgjTcEIHOHbOY2v7ANwOSvhgLsfmxCZcdfDUIbUhXLL-Cjz1kkP7_7qiqKr4GOY1LqxAYa0-t4Kv7Dy9tGsIJtUQlhxd24VpVUxb0wrFu8tc8PpfHTn_Y0TPlmM4S-U-lN47EPUC5/s320/0-DSC00104.jpg" /> <p align="center">No damage and no injuries.</p><p align="left">I know my daughter, Cyndi, is upset with me about the mowing. She doesn't believe me when I say I have learned from this. It won't happen again. I am listening to the inner feelings and staying away from slopes and ravines. I'll even wager a large bet with her that it won't happen again.</p>G and G Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09182854661220039779noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-362929821453967812.post-1165816467450285102009-10-23T10:07:00.009-04:002009-10-23T10:37:13.915-04:00Cara & Gracie Pure Love<div align="left">The first time Gracie wandered into our yard one day in July it was instant love as soon as she was spotted. Cara was immediately in love with Gracie that day but doesn't quite understand why the kitty doesn't like to be held when she wants to hold her. It only makes sense that something so young fuzzy and cuddly would want to be held but Gracie decided to put down some rules for Cara while they were visiting last weekend.<br /><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395799366381388690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJuL0XzqBn-z7S4usP0z_TA8nE15YaAlTuQwsB7hirS4suApn3ckbkDH87qAqXNQevhaLSchTZzO1byM6zRNm2mgbFqPBvW3uNsEkAGJf-nMkTAnzO3K3jPIb1NvjcUsOInHs21XNfGh19/s320/Copy+of+DSC00082.JPG" />Gracie really likes Cara, but doesn't always think that her timing is always right. On Saturday night Cara wanted to hold Gracie but she had other plans. Gracie got tired after much running away, jumping on my lap for protection, a little tiny noice coming from her voice box, the only other thing to do do let Cara know that we didn't want to be held was a gentle bap on her head. Cara wasn't sure about and very surprised that happened. We all laughed and made fun of the tap so she wouldn't be afraid of Gracie, and I told her that was her only way to say no.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395798722155794450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-eyCU4etR6JBn54c7rrxCNxuzDoXNo8D6B4BGmhJ8uqEb70e5S5OaAEK2P-j1GQowPztzZyXQhR5HHZ_lK1KfdPSQ5GWm66OPteUigT16H-AABkTzDh4kfsz8PDpb7JSxvLMhrNQ6hv9D/s320/Copy+of+DSC00084.JPG" /><br />On Sunday morning I shared a secret with Cara. I told her Gracie's secret was if you don't chase her or try to pick her up all the time she would come over to you for visits. Wow, was I right and Cara is quick to learn. They had a good Sunday together sharing hugs, on Gracie' terms, and cuddle time. Great friends now for sure and much love between the two.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395798075694174450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7RN3JN1xZVjj6A23bQ0W8FXxgIamrtBe8Hx7w5RKtUoKw1uw_2xZJOFJpvoAU0pNYlCDmnAQjNvYK8qyz3soFUoJLwqDUuAf9okgb_xzEVPeLmPCDEYo3EGec6oCoUitojFTrlvY8gchu/s320/Copy+of+DSC00085.JPG" /> <p align="center"><br />Enjoying the cuddle time together.<br /><br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395797415306509666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpUX753RrPb-PyRtti7KNW8y2puy-dfyDLhQCHR1AgFt-6y1sfSN0342hhdnRsRV00cZBH9Sz8JfpHuMlm7tZu_u5F8ruttXZNMU0wVl2PoWji_jErTyzN3T5cnnLH56iN2ktdOJyU0vx4/s320/Copy+of+DSC00092.JPG" /> <p></p><p align="center">Talking on the phone with Aunt Cyndi all the way in Italy.</p><p align="left">Cara and Gracie are friends forever.</p>G and G Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09182854661220039779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-362929821453967812.post-16298683311916409432009-10-12T11:34:00.015-04:002009-10-12T12:11:06.132-04:00Jazz Concert & A SurpriseA couple of weeks ago I was in Carasburg spending several days with her. Our days were filled with shopping, lunches out, and playing hard. On Friday instead of heading for home I decided to stay over and attend a concert that Scott's jazz band was having on Friday night. I was missing Bruce, even though we had many phone calls, and Cara was missing him too. Several times she had asked him if he could come down but with his with his work schedule he had to stay behind in Fort Wayne.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391739686925963618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOT7V6SkZAeiZe2oqIEL_3AxneWjnT9N_4tX6SZLACRYCqHY64895yihfOsXS4Z6fxrcuVmMX9th9Fc2xv8mJzbTqQNtOABHnqGWH7POQEAMhLIcJicUmgsxnw-BDdsqEdhfX3Nr28I85y/s320/0-DSC00079.jpg" /><br /><br /><p align="left">When we arrived at school for the concert and made our way into the auditorium after being there several minutes to all of our surprises we realized that there was Grandpa waiting for us. I wish I had the camera at the moment that Cara saw him. Needless to say she was his girl at the concert and the rest of the weekend.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391739565768748914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtrZfsNCnNBEhCHZKEmI8Hq3SwwKIDDtStXXo9sq6JLoWcWgpc2LvstBiBRlODis61rIFCS5q4kuW7EzIzId0ryFDyckk7liatmMlhLaMFaqycC-Qnap-sZDNQWVW-spqr_MwlvjT23HMd/s320/0-DSC00080.jpg" /><br />We had Scott take a photo of the four of us waiting for the concert to start but that picture was blurry. Fortunately, Cara took a photo of us after her dad left and as you can see she is quite the photographer. The photo is in focus and framed perfectly.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391739185648197762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXoR6h2cG90EcNkY93Vojm27X4Mf2c4f0EBXwuIT7oYuxMDVzFzLnjjdd3xQOCPZOvOBqIZL5L9fyjUhENIXXnbj22nfZ3SAchRoWasd5pwVvUgV6x9lgJ4YdjxPwWtJ3dZM6bMjGP4qFX/s320/0-DSC00110.jpg" /><br /><p align="center">Scott leading the jazz band for a number and joined in a number playing the trombone.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391739098121931826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwBQFV9V3xWAJRhLHXWtkzHbAgduSxMo0cNLRR0naMMYBTNMZmTiCLT7gOBONVZbVz1on8PQ3M0cm2dt8w74N2R0vaqloAoCQG1WLqKEIsKRNBUbccI8MVjtaw3ZFsjY_J586-hpyF8JT5/s320/0-DSC00105.jpg" /><br /><p align="center">After dancing in the isle it was time for a little rest.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391738937266906290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb1CYMhTbNio9YXsDxDUVXLIHTUcP7jKbDArC0WMiMYgmEbyr6_c-Zks_v6LB_sdl9uEpGtaEstjy9hQSReJdhUiG1VVBOw0vXHWpdHEUGCVrGhdMHLc8xnUI6hhHXzUtUoOFGKTHczRdo/s320/0-DSC00117.jpg" /><br /><p align="center">Playing on the bridge after the concert is the number one fun thing to do.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391738799332723922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYqrNRhyZ_JcfNzF-q0aGBS_kNtemVU5wwn3QaPul_Vj8Vl60o1AW4O7jnaEvieMhLDH4YVN5YqoNlExw247TNJYhc71mQYsdASlZXF4l5FiCPm3p-wPK_nmqD3sxanjk7rGnotCRkH6WD/s320/0-DSC00123.jpg" /><br /><p align="center">Drinks for all - a stop at the Dairy Queen.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391738675233657202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqa1xS6d6aMO35xYVXoLZV2UgcWnZQjqF310v755SeVQo-rSaujIQsS7yYJpXQad2s_SDzTqbfAjcSum8rb_90ta4vqv_L-o82oZDni_gNus1W5DVfYRB6_V1HKpJObSmEgslM4G23PMSE/s320/0-DSC00128.jpg" /><br /><p align="center">Saturday morning was spent after a wonderful brunch having a fashion show of our Minnie Mouse dress and just catching up on all fun things to do with Grandpa.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391738512483091298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil_lKI4HF8EenlrXwpD0hld_C9LhDxqDaFr1JSwOfk554sg5mRvloH28y6h1ilLpH0yW3b2Kus1b3JSMQcF4w9YLiWZEZXx03-S_pF8XT6B_XOUMreuU26Oqb2CTbP3SjUEmGUwau-4fo7/s320/0-DSC00134.jpg" /><br /><p align="center">Grandpa & Cara sharing a Mexican lunch together.<br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391738365755782466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxkVt9Q9-tC0BQKzAujz_rJw5anzypoZxxTbLad_wqciO2ym9FGIAy0EhvJ8cKi4RTuac0e368QJlNBlJgweX7kgTuYLidzjReZDKUUABuMmO2zN7tcbmmMJ9bOmfaO1uU6vravoimUPIk/s320/0-DSC00139.jpg" /> <p align="center">Giving lots of hugs and kisses to last until the next visit.</p><p align="left">All too soon our visit was ending and it was time to head for home. Until next time xoxoxoxox.</p>G and G Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09182854661220039779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-362929821453967812.post-12466760069822569222009-09-17T18:42:00.018-04:002009-09-17T19:15:11.807-04:00Girls Day OutA day starting with a cloudless sky, cool breezes, and temperatures in the mid seventies made it the perfect opportunity to head us over to the Indianapolis Zoo. Cara and I spent the whole day there, just the two of us. Here are a few photos of our busy fun filled day.<br /><br /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382572166278803682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzu-imRyAfxj_FHIKgJAdCSS6jcr-KVicWbFPvfRbG64JLOFvCnX5dMpyh8yuf4ql5rYnt35c2WUYG-DQHKjjRN7rjTJAP3aL8Dr_zOQpMZIZqRmV8hE-jEPbtucG1SesUjTpkoI-KCfcy/s320/0-DSC00074.jpg" /><br />. . . this photo was taken by Cara. We had just arrived at the zoo . . .<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382571824754754578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5v06ckjLlRDRc4u26hVc9Hk2hhV1vKcLdjc-mKcBcdoGnOEB5kJT3dTLwbCbJbGusO8QXsIDkd9qkZoyQNosVeqA1mOpIx5GN-RauE8UwtN3O_CiKcW8OKs0FbA3_NdRQLzwS_4K-XXnE/s320/0-DSC00073.jpg" /><br />. . . Cara standing by the beautiful flowers outside of the zoo entrance . . .<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382571715514682546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje6gqyDgS3lmzp31kxmMBBTFTs9yi106ctXYoiUKklpq8eFj0V2zSqjO5Gx5PXpckAhwBtvYMGnStkx7c8Emh5bizaNzKaW3Xld5d6oIB8az8rW33CYa6KGkt1E_HWHGXC_au0H0NK89MK/s320/0-DSC00088.jpg" /><br />. . . visiting the petting pond. Yes, that is a shark . . . </p><p><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382571629344317346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5CVb0er4tMRXrIW-DKpihVEG-YcNAeTjkEl-wE_NJ5lNiD7Ak7sFSn4Oy-enOgSg9gaDfmyfnmSlmTcfpVNh9ApPX6hH8I5lcFFtxz07TTEwjL1XJlaHJAeh0mNXwoHQpBBPNwhGX4te1/s320/0-DSC00092.jpg" /><br />. . . watching a sleepy polar bear . . .<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382571515884309282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNc0G0PtP6DvqYhJdFCZQPtO_KWbCgemDW3e1HmsIXrmEUHBuRYGjRi54FLzB8nEr7QDI0on13ISudF8D19_Iy6xE_TuUdeFcEE2lWsb6CRZKMZsq4y5V62RBS_c743E01tbx0YiGFJh27/s320/0-DSC00097.jpg" /><br />. . . time for some hugs . . .<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382571414844914322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidBkwySJmuo-JubyQRJMTNhyphenhyphen5jfuLLH1thohEFPQb86eX0A55tHhI_5ZDaSI8G755GGEIT1xpuPZGFuruOPCPnCACG2KDFm5bFWspNlZN2kydtm_PXXA0hPiwPO0Ect2FJAU5gZax9hv5H/s320/0-DSC00102.jpg" /><br />. . . feeding the ducks animal crackers . . .<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382571241182326194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWr2oqMDFnjzJd_2LETxny0MDL8iS2quKH5vS1hEziV_ICoKI5AIyDFNkcLxIiUBG6Qc-G9XqdW2ysuIAFhifWZu7dXyhcKxz_konv8Kqpu8t9mWshx4EOtza_hyFiB6TuuZBj02hFXB5J/s320/0-DSC00106.jpg" /><br />. . . two train tickets, yeah . . .<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382571139966543954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizNrRhYdbqCyt78RFZmwwH457JgL_tBSkKw6u0Vo5pqDClicHrTZUyLR9WntzqxifsWnl4yMkeO1dnu7GhCsUnapwCouu5eRmEb2VAZLrweQ8Jq0dvl6KO9Ovtz2vHma3mFnjykn_kHDt1/s320/0-DSC00109.jpg" /><br />. . . all aboard, ready for a train ride around the zoo . . .<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382571002725885122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYYe-ESk2v_7uDiJ_l4IxMV-m7DOtPtVHNQ-ocwhCoN31ZdCmI7FxmZsJpJdofqpfNZvXk5ZxT4vWPHygI-VeTbwKxDmpTwATf84QUu2CszXQ3JupBVgD9zNwJGNpIe9gsXraN51dv228w/s320/0-DSC00125.jpg" /><br />. . . checking how tall Cara is . . .<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382570801625932114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4edqF9pHdqaAduzNulkJMwCTqP-0kMFTyDtUPlwIdnvyaQ9siK3CfLnkUQMfQ-OYkObpGL1pjROIUQOB1t-60o5BeDDjjxSa9SjYf7lh_5hVmPMJqIFsi-xtPG18s0Z5NyFcCvhObBOJc/s320/0-DSC00129.jpg" /><br />. . . play time on the play ground and then it was time to head for home . . .<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382570652651139154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8iCt8VZtRKOkYqTgT-aoGPMb6DqPTS6iWJNZgTl4bo16e0RAiW0st0cOH4OYs9V481QPTeGPCe8NbPAkdStVfDcdEQQrzjEarEJjiJzityXO_CyP18tVUBI-0-pxfgPV2q1v4LBPafozC/s320/0-DSC00131.jpg" /><br /><br />What a busy fun day. Thanks Cara for loads of fun!!</p>G and G Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09182854661220039779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-362929821453967812.post-52326705360601694132009-09-11T08:36:00.004-04:002009-09-13T17:55:59.714-04:00Rembering Our Lossess<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_FZQb46VWVFdgr5FOmeDjGOyPqKyAZZpUtATTlHcgb6UsinhohF2kFUSV0SeJxsB8qfJ4MQdeVSAFB9hA1YibfeQPm_GC1D4y_ilSpQHGeTqAbie4F8dsKnUejhpq8I5UuGWsD0yZ0cGn/s1600-h/9-11-n%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380606687510976802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_FZQb46VWVFdgr5FOmeDjGOyPqKyAZZpUtATTlHcgb6UsinhohF2kFUSV0SeJxsB8qfJ4MQdeVSAFB9hA1YibfeQPm_GC1D4y_ilSpQHGeTqAbie4F8dsKnUejhpq8I5UuGWsD0yZ0cGn/s320/9-11-n%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>G and G Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09182854661220039779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-362929821453967812.post-90750544152481799702009-09-03T19:16:00.011-04:002009-09-04T17:57:11.196-04:00Nature's Beauty<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377386701076750338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2NTuaDZLl2431apcoVXt_0cc-DkB0gpnpXETZlmjaKAqOdO5a4yOTovx3eknmGouZ_IlgZiSDgHh0D__fRBc-A_qrvPZSkHOj8YS8plBJP3r_C_qIDZtKBwbK6hwBwA7uxhUjXwl1VcIH/s320/0-DSC00079.jpg" /><br /><br />Last week when we were heading home we were just ahead of a storm and kept watching the sky as it grew darker. When we arrived at the house the rain had started and this was the view over our house. The photos give you an idea of the beauty of the moment but don't come close to actually being there looking up at it.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377386348655761234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo-PtnwO2tVV78_FfLglhIS1Bc0cfQ9l-jneZMhXgPxV7DFUftxCML91A5RWbjCiRM4f6Jq8KwQnQO1NBOibreasL10TmngZ6bqzTBu0dlX06yJfLgB5cOq4TLoInjvPiGVvGijBChArm5/s320/0-DSC00081.jpg" /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377386179537790434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVgAu_LJRTn87ZC3zI_JFHhojtpkfbsfnEcLjMH4SlhOpdqB7DX-rOTxUAzYp_coHljR-kRjEllMlnJ8OMIKvPArVB2vNJr3k2WcopBT4H2DNhSAfBPbL0b1II5BOnXfPdc_K_sbIer1KC/s320/0-DSC00084.jpg" /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377385668952868994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv_lh8mqgvo5_4h18RQ2Oto_kQZg9scTNSC0IMGPljINHAlxu1pV6fZWvdJzP446K7prCV3BTkXKUdpZFEQ6SmOb4A1fm4Ajj0E80cnjWNB4Drmdw9CGwb9WOPFc0kdg6YmA5M-ai_utF5/s320/0-DSC00086.jpg" /><br /><br />If only we could find the pot of gold at the end of one of the two rainbows we would be all set.G and G Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09182854661220039779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-362929821453967812.post-24013847149015942842009-08-17T19:39:00.020-04:002009-08-20T12:22:41.246-04:00Birthday RecapWhat a wonderful third birthday celebration spent with family and friends. The day for Cara started with preparations getting ready for the guests that were invited for the party. When we got to Cara's house she was ready to show us the decorations, gifts, and her beautiful castle cake that her mom made for this special day.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371757737658673618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3OxEQXcagJaMrbCaSKhOz9lmn7JinrawEYJHPsUNAgxhht9QhLUS12lZprj8tvEs9yzWJX_UKpTaYofKb7VkV0xe8Mu-nGrbrCEE_FYl-G3KAfMuTsXXRrKzUbIBWnZNhUAZDRUSGGCRa/s320/0+DSC00071.jpg" /><br /><p align="center">Checking out the birthday cake.</p><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371755695821124978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyUq17BkqxQMBL641Fu-soYgo2_D9paqHZRBVB4sYhhS1JBTSGx3MWDqopp9CGlioFCv7ga_2XXZUvpQkuqF3xXzHmTe7PMKN7vaJhVLNshkIGynNksx6qjXbQbpNTM37_BH1-G00AlUjc/s320/0+DSC00075.jpg" /><br /><p align="center">The cake was made by Emily. Cara was so excited that mom made the cake for her and thanked her for making it. <br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371755149891184162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr0BAWin9pFtLTw7QE8J18w_q4ikAQkR-q1IDL4dgFwUMja1PZkclRJTO4p3ExN5puEMjkqDg8iuD_A6RFEoORUHTLcGqtqIjNV8qkEZJ_DRNeB7PMYeuqgm-BpQlHa_PGrEd4Gk6Am8yv/s320/0+DSC00081.jpg" /><br /><p align="center">Taking a call from Italy, Aunt Cyndi is on the other end of the conversation sending birthday wishes.<br /><br />The day after the party there was plenty to keep us all busy . . .<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371754115225063778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY-jLzLqUuwmrX5a5VELBc8DIEg_vJMNjqOkC9XrrYWhWyt3O9oTCfTd5AaitjeuoPYyJjzakA7A-HHXXjhsRZsCjSUGU_6kqY3US9ByHq7PNlxjJdFRP54cW4a0fUHROiy3UCdY3FtIXa/s320/0-DSC00125.jpg" /><br /><p align="center">. . . we went swimming over at Cara's cousins, thanks guys!<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371753954086455026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivK64YLICR80Ft0xdjU9HC8R8y2JSubJetSfICzZ8uRTWbqMihFiR_IG1TSGTqpCuD5ojqtiZ0FMRwQ3gW0tFN2hzqs91zuof4GZRdNeq95ofXzs5Sdtw_Ukl46-OZSNocFzmfqkRw-98x/s320/0-DSC00146.jpg" /><br /><p align="center">After swimming we all went out to dinner, even Great grandma Abbott came along.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371753833485758258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFCkxcCskEsGOt4gEGOZntuQV44UagGSmBl1qT6tEhmFOzshRzfNq4BrqGBqp4WBagttF-bCjOv756ByWWJD7E88KbHgXx4CPpuPzK-bWsnChBp_0xoKF84wdnOfHzYncf5_mnbE9XVWWM/s320/0-DSC00149.jpg" /><br /><p align="center">On Sunday Grandpa needed help putting together a scooter that Cara received as a birthday gift. She was more than happy to help him out.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371753727350623154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihrJJogB6BQEW8ytu87ItkymLhQ_G2SdTPEacP_dGuAseaEK7CIwPUz3tROEK1p6eHyO-G-irF6U7y53IH6ZOdregAbv8gClNv66qIOviIl9tXb3zFud36Bo9ZtQ_Kz4m8tYemDI1Y_1cI/s320/0-DSC00159.jpg" /><br /><p align="center">With the scooter all together it was time for knee pads, elbow pads, a helmet then time to take things outside.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371753619630034418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnXuybo-wt4GLrU7EeT8seSccZQeSsbo13YpdTbc0HL95_hPgiAO8qEyIbkzzztOXp0yaGj9fgibx_r0T1GeQcTE1i1hBCUKKoZm2ZDYGuOVNmHG7UqJSlhJCqIzE1QsZ7ydiVRPBPPnwD/s320/0-DSC00176.jpg" /><br /><p align="center">Cara wanted to also show us how she could ride her bike.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371753500665627906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD7ttHFx6uLCkcY1-PJp098ov1XzcSYI6bl21alyQ4DAWrmrRI8rAEU8frCp-OJL3UF5j2CrCB_k2pftb9hYB8tKCV8EXGKaiVWOlPchZc3B-6klQ7Qz3CninIPi2dNnDZfMq-fcjV39qk/s320/0-DSC00186.jpg" /><br /><p align="center">Next on our to do list was to play with the bubble soap.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371753380577745202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjMYl3a51v8O3u8cG06SDZUpbhBkWKzD7RFlwo9bMHwiyOEovbGa25dtl5Nk5X5fn8qs_2Jjp7KUWcGLLTYZutKZJxvQzA067rGtz9JqF9KEQuQyCbyud-7Cpgnf3xx9oGEr4DVl83eZFz/s320/0-DSC00196.jpg" /><br /><p align="center">Last but not least we could not pass up on the nice windy day so the kite was brought outside. Cara had the kite flying way over the house.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371753238692638562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF94fIq_X5DTOdmVgztBAowVFmiT7oewJSZDU9csbSYM4XLRAQYc4gZ4Ie2MVmDyuZP9L6kOzoFrMhdQNjXy5l8MdiBQNdZTsBNqBLkzNm5j5dApbM9krD7aF8UiEccWXTqH-8ome5181z/s320/0-DSC00192.jpg" /> What a great time we had celebrating with the birthday girl. Thanks for the nice weekend all!G and G Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09182854661220039779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-362929821453967812.post-78995685412770781242009-07-31T11:55:00.010-04:002009-07-31T12:16:45.758-04:00Happy Birthday Princess<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 187px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364655031595114946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig2jAsQQOaJxYL2QjZ8O3gdKBkQdAv-hDsNhG8H3JaeyJ_iEeTqZ5Me6PglBz7Y9k_GXHn_amcCK5aOJXyzH_piXcx2yb5ZSLQqjcakKqHKN5UrcpEp5a1ccR154n2hHiNiyOWECrk4Erg/s320/Birthday-Baby-4%5B1%5D.jpg" /><br />Three years ago today our family was blessed with the birth of our first grandchild. Cara has brought so much happiness to us and when I try to find the words to say how much she has added to our family the tears of joy will stream down my face.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364654933104097506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6RI00MJnjdfTPB0WfNxblh1e2bi_dW7plYsiUwtjZDza2wlKIxmGl6091sAPwQfR_xwOoy8Wz3YZhhAgXuYxBMulDM2ORVabJ7LK58ss0WB_XIyGw9-ax5IrK5vLfop5gS9jdSIwevzY/s320/0-0-0-0-0-aa-Christmas-2008%5B2%5D.jpg" /><br />Grandchildren are such a wonderful gift of life. As a parent you have the responsibilities of all that goes with raising your child but being a grandparent you can set back and just enjoy all the time you spend together. The love is unconditional and endless.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364654822715140706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqWvIIfji0IFhSG_kaaNQWu7sB5oeyJ-dQMg3f11lJFIVryBG7UJgSa0_DzFdcUUwezPGdA673dq1AjouCJpKc-mkKd4m2ro1jac8JQOLq8Egx16_EKFlyr1G9HSCbEE4a2mk4yJki2To/s320/0-3-years-1%5B1%5D.jpg" /> <p align="center">Wishing our little princess the happiest of birthdays!<br />Love you bunches!!</p>G and G Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09182854661220039779noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-362929821453967812.post-76968522216782395492009-06-25T08:39:00.002-04:002009-06-25T08:53:42.811-04:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY HONEY!<div align="center">Wishing you the best on your birthday!</div><div align="center">May there be many many more!!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351246842655110034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbIW5VnVlYiSPZTrgx5p9WgvH1yZkKGoIRMEnasFFrEJDDSc1_MjVk4WDwH37G5NtIOV2g3xxBe0oBbdwhlEy268gklcmX9Gdy9Jf9B5k6Bo70hjKmacb4yqXcwAKlKhY54FmrCeX5JrE/s320/0000000+aa+2+Bruce+Barrington+Abbott.jpg" border="0" /> <div align="center">Celebrate!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">ps: You are just as cute now as you were when you were a little guy.</div>G and G Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09182854661220039779noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-362929821453967812.post-77687160732735689922009-06-02T18:19:00.010-04:002009-06-02T18:40:04.208-04:00A Nature Hike<div align="center">Memorial Weekend Part II</div><div align="center"></div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342859125723859618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibWMhPnPootFZdJYEE4Q0-lTwFimvaR48GZ2YN3NG0QbrVogZTiEgX4Ayprht8yOLap70uSnbj6AfNNYgpyEIFUbI7JXvnRZx_Tk0Gm08H_MJCmwmqy_biJl2a4wPV0lOS8aafc8_sTJU/s320/00-DSC00093.jpg" border="0" /><br />Cara and I thought it would be the perfect day to take a nature hike and invite Grandpa to come along. Before we headed out on our hike I made two pairs of binoculars so nothing would be missed along the way.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342860259156509474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPtjQZJfUEqfi0Yk3eq3DweHtDuOudNRow1y7vzQWSLDVcpltsKdoUncFC_4jQKbqlqubqU-N16ZcwsGjW5oXN9p3PMAdW7jLCKb3xmEhqaQAN8mbfowQSTGlBjRScqcpLAUYYAJW9tBY/s320/00-DSC00085.jpg" border="0" /><br />Grandpa was trying out his pair of binoculars and Cara thought that was pretty funny . . .<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342860459309544770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw9p4eUtgtLYQrh1RPrycieIC15r3R1MkOTLaXBpuhK8DMoPIoH1T_O_IEfEN-oOmXZriFWd3K0egZUZRCUgyz7fjbIw2VbydsCdUZ0jRb9OP_76Kazb1lp7VLfPUmISokt4mCVnY7HH8/s320/00-DSC00084.jpg" border="0" /> . . . Cara decided to check out Grandpa with her pair.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342859870288926402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL5mcCOOTlgR85eunqlx2wwux5SNDcVB7ehGi26PmpRIdZh9Ok3UFq5QuiQIGCn9nxVCRPSkgBaj6UxRjWaYXDgiBVWWjC1Iw-t0wU-N-jZioEafdyZuaK91FLyHD2P3D6KLzalXRsgjg/s320/00-DSC00087.jpg" border="0" /> </p><p>It was now time to head out around the pond and we all were on the lookout for birds. We could hear them singing happily in the trees and we were curious to see if we could find them.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342860054401864066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtHSkRi3cXqPviPAS20BJt9tVRGaIuEj9iATrzObFJol_jhq2kZbbga7uVcM6o3OJL7yh7hqNXCK8coRqulqaapL2Y5HunqgKukonr-vTBzdIgf9_t7sVDQ3I0FiiZIo8NRWR7WmE21Yo/s320/00-DSC00086.jpg" border="0" /> . . . checking out all of the trees and bushes for the birds . . .<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342859639839391986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaSaGWdlEV1r5mVig8kDSGEDpKNEOeZrNyf-WXCmLMZXYBlKxeXA_KnBCEmw_l7pMW4vEym-CTuGhJp5FPI1psDr5ROEyQJTxJ4zJU_BLT7MSEy9TgtkQ5qAh2LRRDi2BPuM6A8gAQvVk/s320/00-DSC00090.jpg" border="0" /> . . . checking out the photographer, me.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342859393553817378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi48M_zF_KDm2KVNwta8vNuOdKDxeO6n87nyKe8JuO1ZaABzWPIbc1R-6CYyIEsPxKGCo3Edtfw4Wkad90nPp5h78PDyJG3XMZjJAQwPew0S9bGRyTvMc4VvDyj5I1vUXv3S503Mo6Fts/s320/00-DSC00091.jpg" border="0" /> Checking out everything along the way.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342858886103536706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiesajqckolAP-rG6hFSurqJluYUmLr0oMotkIKpJpNVQI9ql8FqLc0P9l7RRQgAXk00WUdCpmnR_SFnNbqw78Pent4SaI88kUSV42b0uj0LHUJINVKxNZ68TgJ0ZUvqoaX1wuJJSGKjAA/s320/00-DSC00094.jpg" border="0" /><br />. . . after a nice walk it was time to head back to the house. The weather was warming up and it was about time to think about putting the pool up. Post to follow.</p>G and G Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09182854661220039779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-362929821453967812.post-35616255852390733252009-05-31T10:00:00.017-04:002009-05-31T10:28:08.713-04:00Yummmm CupcakesCelebrating the Memorial Day weekend we had a lot of things to do because Cara and her folks were up for a visit. One of the many things that we enjoyed was a cupcake party.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341988733947939042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVKSZrWki1vieAOzo1bjwwU8HZ1mq1XfaevhHAK9J2dAdn4QUe7dYG6K-4ShdAjX6ni4ryBxg9mOksE4_2hXAWjwTarkwozpyVXNWdiwEKHnmG91xOdjIYj7kaLchTY3mzO5pTkb4LcAk/s320/0-DSC00067.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />There is a certain art to eating a cupcake. Cara was so careful getting the tiny crumbly bite sizes of cake onto her fork. Eating with the hands, we all soon discovered, could be too messy.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341988604579288946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglWBCirtCdsfMJHN4y7r135buYzbTJON187lpPRPWOGl2IsIxEdJaYt4IoN26bzxN73FilO_lOkp8sgEWd-7DNuBdk1AXpL30SY1A7bixu3pB8tFyQdG9tg2aq9KdmctiEnWlQYX3lhIQ/s320/0-DSC00068.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />We all thought we looked funny with our blue icing all over ourselves. Yes, even the two older ones had messy blue mouths.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341988438145500674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCi80FCG9DbyG-1q_iTWAHhMlpp_EFJO8jP6czRTaL5FbsbxTLk6_6hSbcJySBla0VDOjAB93FWJ5bBj631BjNkVD3mrEv0NZ27oMJYreaPUgap1eCZJv5LclWK1G1jtZbuL7QijbsgnY/s320/0-DSC00071.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />With Cara's cupcake in pieces too small to go onto the fork it was time for Grandma to share hers with Cara.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341988261122055874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx1G5ezPS3xMHNenA4F8RDFgP_we-f9Q-NBWgS4ubgOIIvZu6wEcCZcqNzp4LvlQS_sTjzYnk2UE_ufVTclhdoZb1fXkiZOFMu6nipjjG572ofmB4fTpZ1LmdVoGrcArGySUmIweg6pOk/s320/0-DSC00072.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Soon it was time to clean up but before the washrag came out Cara tried to get the last of the icing off of her face. Good to the very last. Later in the day we went on a nature hunt with our own binoculars . . . that will be my next post.G and G Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09182854661220039779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-362929821453967812.post-77471114269328387062009-05-28T18:48:00.006-04:002009-05-28T19:01:51.046-04:00A New Member Of The Family<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341012500793100722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfkwFsVrHdtrjLV6hhAqAo-uKpmKKi7pb4nxDIuSG4o0WUU1ZtUHzS6zcCRx6rOveG0PdwrkPjrFxjD_YfP6A3VZpITHD-a_lJOIXh2W5Lc7JSooAlPSZ9QopDE2ZWCXgkxwgYXFeLmgc/s320/0-DSC00069.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />What do you do when your vehicle is facing 160,000 miles on the speedometer? Think about the upcoming repairs or think trade in and buy a new Honda . . . <br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341011729571551906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiWG4V9aD9ZBgu9Y_9Scj7cbZk2gXuhqnV-cqXxX58c1uepk00gGVMVO5-kRqzDhITwonWUo8HjiIt-pB4fD5Dx07lWNCgR-D6J3uomDkw0R3UINeWaIHcp2bwNf6yAJyuV_8LoQjuMzI/s320/0-DSC00068.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />. . . the newest family member, her name is Pearl.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341012305573179490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlIkRp-rZdV4YrsQnBZ1b46xd6NObOWsUWpLcqBx6t3H_jqxXTvkLIje-50TS59jN6lAbKYoCeJT0QvuxmRClKm6RWQId9nv8sjW3wqk-zffsO_AoboHLgHrBOrdveb7aUZkrfXTqjD1I/s320/0+DSC00071.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Not only do I get a dependable car that will get better gas mileage but I am also stimulating the economy.G and G Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09182854661220039779noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-362929821453967812.post-9188644726551442172009-05-08T18:26:00.007-04:002009-05-08T18:38:34.001-04:00Beautiful Late Spring<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333584215707157522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuvnzI-eZeMw3tmVrvYqMm9E2lnunbL3ltgvmJ0VxsKYlpworK_nF_lgcPbTro6vrvi7mc6oHYamWuvLd3P9NXuDk6EVdYn2OlnuGrdJBKWHwxkuCeHjwRgsh_dWeHUrjvSk9XSdvppdw/s320/0-DSC00070.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Finally our bushes and trees are in full bloom and things are looking beautiful on the property. After the last three years of blooming too early, with the promise of spring, and getting nipped by cold and frost everything on the property bloomed late this year. We are really enjoying the beauty that all the flowers are adding out at our place.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333583894027718706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1GGMk_pxTNH3ESRzYFoilWvKFgnvIut-Q1WG7rBP-ZunFwMFvBEO0YIe_BgG4xkLeKo79Wn6efogJa0MQ9BV_Zkzssmp6qjv7QCWK5bxHAfyBihZch1ZMbXwgf85JUBrx1aM006vuSnA/s320/0-DSC00067.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333583701183891010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilc8GckdovYyyhvE03B9aq7gtrVdeB3ePnozc8ExGiz7RvQ67VgF0ElnAT1w7Dxvgh699K47TKg6fQUzwW1UA5ShzDZhPOCb90dLg9xBymAimHLzygfWGQz5colfEXNlh2k9NY-pWx1a0/s320/0-DSC00075.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333583531309958130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHdiBD0SHCjYMsuhy3_JiR57BiyAHZS-ZuyX0J3ELD-APHDYW1ckX0OOYCPiQ4TXEp-24Iy65Hx783PA5MSlsnrSr9Nob0APAHaoSdUeKIiOwFnOT4kYPg9q7xqLDbCrkfLCZ9_GyQEuE/s320/0-DSC00078.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333583351816278706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh3CRy2JgLvRLNCS7T67vprz0jkyeC5tKH8RJa92JEMf4MaFblJsqNGevG-h9-sHxTI4guufZ7sCr46ve80BSh-_g2YJ2Mc4POxH_GzhTF9965m67fvkCON9C12vXXIc2yod7EJx7SNnM/s320/0-DSC00079.jpg" border="0" />G and G Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09182854661220039779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-362929821453967812.post-27492619651305758632009-04-18T10:26:00.006-04:002009-04-18T10:45:54.610-04:00Happy First Date Anniversary<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326039586253390802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYHyeb4lhGjE6z72qwYzcnMr_D5DZkMCg3ieLvVPRSYbzXRt_Pt31u9oRc-TphM401LG83DE0WNBbQz8nu4mK_F1xwWQemt9rmFGEzrW6ENHURMpeUou_OaS_bmB6kIazCvPUpkFKFTOA/s320/1964+a+Bruce+at+Talmadge+Rd..jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Today is a special day for us that we have always celebrated. On this date way back in 1964 I had my first date with a most amazing guy. I knew right away that I wanted to get to know him better and hoped that we would continue to date. Little did I know that he would become my best friend and my wonderful husband.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326039395355093682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_XyyCK_r0DiWUvKrYZ15tZq1dxRJTBHhiAQLYc9OT7YElWpj3qejDM4oH2ZvWJmqPJmwOvVRsuicFxNBw67HttklhjJzzOdJLozUdfXDUgfecj77JgIp4jH_JhAzz2vuUy6b_bWcG0PE/s320/1964+a++May+31,+1964+Graduation+Steph.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Through the years our love has grown and our friendship too. We have supported each other in trying times that the journey of life can throw at one and celebrated with all of the joys too.<br /><br />Wishing my best guy a Happy Anniversary, thanks for growing older with me.<br /><br />Photos taken May 1964G and G Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09182854661220039779noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-362929821453967812.post-29202829905206256342009-04-12T13:44:00.003-04:002009-04-12T13:49:36.034-04:00Happy Easter<div align="center">Wishing everyone a Happy Easter!</div><div align="center"><br /> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv66jFhsIfcB7wzqZsG3q-_0CrJdWrUEpM5pu_sdallx2YTftEV3JvhtbWu5ZKnyZN88RN3qbN20PI5S9_wnKdc1n-m6ZhMjfXshobkv4Y9-WtACziGYdihEl7_49Xn_E3KtQQzAaxcKo/s1600-h/0+DSC00048.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323858091378039586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv66jFhsIfcB7wzqZsG3q-_0CrJdWrUEpM5pu_sdallx2YTftEV3JvhtbWu5ZKnyZN88RN3qbN20PI5S9_wnKdc1n-m6ZhMjfXshobkv4Y9-WtACziGYdihEl7_49Xn_E3KtQQzAaxcKo/s320/0+DSC00048.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>Cara & Grandpa helped with Easter decorations.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323835071469640578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_HB2uvQBEGtpq3iETlXU8MAD8GPJYTcs24VfN7Q_JPy3dNA0CJr4X2LVS7lNDv4Y7uFzi2Lm0RBnwp3_KD8JzXWTHngr1G6-ZgV8s_m1FImfhaUFaPQ2C6M_lSwtTiO45dp1crsbcHBk/s320/0-DSC00052.jpg" border="0" /><br />A job well done! Perfect!!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323834667367508882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBc3ZlZTQ3bbZbPQPr6rblVMQfNledRyw7i2-l8MYwvz2cxmRFZSw5SgQ6rPybq6rEyNG_Zz66b-sub4uxuu3Lapi0P1lURL7rXacNjRJKFcPpJxeTT_Zk7f_Ur-GbIZAKG5NBGgZC8Do/s320/0-DSC00066.jpg" border="0" /><br />We had another surprise for Cara and introduced her to her own over sized bunny.<br /><br /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323834467407986466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpsgNbxJ7WApLNHlZyYuwJRG2Sc277ir6yLHj3_LF8rO_axD8ks1x_dJj_zHBSUlpjr5x_Zs_2D6ekIFrmTmkwdsDUjM-tQQq4osv3cGwVL_jHub3L1jzrhQjEs8vYyQYmhIxbMPJoSQ0/s320/0-DSC00070.jpg" border="0" /><br />Taking a rest after all of the hard work.G and G Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09182854661220039779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-362929821453967812.post-58111311232693640092009-04-02T19:10:00.003-04:002009-04-05T19:29:39.058-04:00Ciao Cyndi<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUvz1NO1olT6dkKB-Vu5NJsNvT0sXvombn52wFY9PyGuhzObgyZ7j-_ffXAPbjAU8KBvEJ6x11ZdJJ9xrwj_KUdorlpykLY01CA4obS2pSYexZdND0S3_W2Lmo6k0dTdA9-KT-5TjgAPM/s1600-h/00-DSC00124.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321350334633117106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUvz1NO1olT6dkKB-Vu5NJsNvT0sXvombn52wFY9PyGuhzObgyZ7j-_ffXAPbjAU8KBvEJ6x11ZdJJ9xrwj_KUdorlpykLY01CA4obS2pSYexZdND0S3_W2Lmo6k0dTdA9-KT-5TjgAPM/s320/00-DSC00124.jpg" border="0" /></a>Cyndi checking in at the airport with more lugguage than she came with<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXtv4OfOK6L1nmuzgIvtSwfpGhed1S9XAw0zi5jyWWYMKK_IPYcAHnrKNiCti5GeK2PVsjGqFtLt1OVxJ-DjdqUtJFzGQRYvqE9z5mX1rGz93ON_5FfZc7cCC7sJPqm1LcvUdzILr2Axo/s1600-h/0-DSC00126.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321349402837844130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXtv4OfOK6L1nmuzgIvtSwfpGhed1S9XAw0zi5jyWWYMKK_IPYcAHnrKNiCti5GeK2PVsjGqFtLt1OVxJ-DjdqUtJFzGQRYvqE9z5mX1rGz93ON_5FfZc7cCC7sJPqm1LcvUdzILr2Axo/s320/0-DSC00126.jpg" border="0" /></a> Wishing that I was heading over to Italy with her.<br /><br />I haven't been blogging since Cyndi came over for a visit. We had a lot of fun, caught up on family time, visiting with friends, movies, trips, went to favorite eating places, and did a little business for Esperia Travels, LLC. I will be posting about our visit so you will know some of the things that we were up to.<br /><br />Our time together flew by and before you could bat an eye the part about airports that I hate had come, the time to say good bye. We will soon be thinking about when the next visit will be and who will visit who. <br /><br />Miss you already Cyndi, glad that you had a safe and uneventful trip home. Love you bunches!!G and G Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09182854661220039779noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-362929821453967812.post-13052463279826399792009-02-22T10:35:00.013-05:002009-02-22T11:54:27.309-05:00Cyndi's Here!Cyndi is back in the states and the family is enjoying her company! After she arrived in the good old USA her flight out of Detroit was delayed for over an hour due to a winter snow storm. As she sat in the plane she could see many trucks keeping busy to make sure the runways were ready for take offs and landings.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2k3-WWqU1qrLwaHmivNR-O2SCQT6HvQrus410aeEJYDQ7-nyOtNeGAxz79cE1swV1sj_A8kAz9cn-JFJWvH5H3QDT6yf_BoPnpejSGNiB2xddMl0201ILg8SH8N_rGT1dNgIPpiB34WY/s1600-h/DSC09973.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305648662686646850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2k3-WWqU1qrLwaHmivNR-O2SCQT6HvQrus410aeEJYDQ7-nyOtNeGAxz79cE1swV1sj_A8kAz9cn-JFJWvH5H3QDT6yf_BoPnpejSGNiB2xddMl0201ILg8SH8N_rGT1dNgIPpiB34WY/s320/DSC09973.JPG" border="0" /></a> Cara and Mom getting ready to head for the airport. Cara helped make signs.<br /><div><div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305648949572690562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPsQ81GhpbSyBFuw4hpXbqL6imrgJU1Q8TdHxxxv2IhHj1cMjJZWDSGI8JaB15Nm1APfdo4D_lkuQMwhm4hQQRN3m1Q7UI4Xi0oWEWPThEiCwLIQDzRPpHlGcHMO6fvDtzNPL5SzgVxVk/s320/DSC09977.JPG" border="0" />The greeting party at the airport waiting for Cyndi to arrive.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305648274812783042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNuuvjUMqsoRELkWKkjmmO-6EssxqgtCuRG24M-mPAfhXQxvH-3VwK81K3_9Tg24B_I-RfzOfY7sLk7eg6U6YUG7jDUiXMfr2F4edsKZZP8-amEXfZyHl9rB1UHfa365zYVJg6XD78eyc/s320/DSC09986.JPG" border="0" /> We are all now happy! Cyndi's plane has arrived and we can see it from this window. It is over the right shoulder of Cara.</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305647949215544914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSt8Yp5vjznw5XRtlGvMPLcf8caBdC_rPSNhmuSFNaNxuAWDKE3p3wtGIaWgb8Sir7TjpoC3HwoGix-DG_MAjAiSZH-ibiv24F7IlKv5Gap1rzibHcWEYHisg-v1E4eHZ2sxlmkCZ-cjM/s320/DSC00001.JPG" border="0" /> First sighting of Aunt Cyndi!<br />Cara could hardly wait to have Aunt Cyndi get past security so we could give her hugs & kisses.</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305647679964495458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV6fXyRdWYqlpqhsan3GrrFytudyE6qKvUlRbEfQeuoHR6PKsiB6j4VOl02h2EOuuTRR7odwTCISx1LtrEEMEo50GsctNvyRjWE7_ZszIkwTld4B8iQmhDVV0NPC-TUKl0gBodozeSJeQ/s320/DSC00003.JPG" border="0" /> Happy to see you again.</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305646683244952338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqlOr4yr26pz-MXSQoD2hwOqFYlpKl5mqEptlw3fiQRif-udjBnJBDlSTeLMzJVFUz8fq1QT2Q3MTfcNX0IidgxB-DIsAbghnzZjjJY9jfuw8Pw3b7qYGD1_zl4DYz8nDMhnvzP8QAoIg/s320/DSC00044.JPG" border="0" /> After collecting luggage and receiving a quick surprise gift at the airport, we headed to Outback at Cyndi's request, for a family dinner.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305646305987597458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeaem6ep_mhUuUUEB96hQYqvvUPg6wL9VF_blKFt1RQ8er-RkGq3GTJoWCTJH1e1qM4g-dZRyC1TkYPvHuFwwTzh2n5k0n8K3Ng-BJjDTT3n1V61UZfZ-jCcw5Oeb_XHjSXzrORwhKjtk/s320/DSC00071.JPG" border="0" /> Back at the house there were more surprises brought over from Italy. Uncle Danilo sent a beautiful princess dress for Cara and there also was a princess doll wearing the same style dress.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">After a quick visit and with Cyndi going over twenty-fours with no sleep, we all snuggled down for the night. It's great to have Cyndi back for another visit!<br /></div></div></div>G and G Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09182854661220039779noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-362929821453967812.post-47159304781439228632009-02-20T09:28:00.004-05:002009-02-20T09:36:43.365-05:00One More Day<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9kGj_LD_Xext82HqZ261tS1yhz9Pkeh_TfhCvGM2DyJsRNGwYpLGx_RaTdKTe1UGtu9K5w-mfc4N1jxIZjn9a-hqqTczA1GAK1tS_v0YffaXLeHxglM15WGbA3fDVuV2T-15poiznp0I/s1600-h/r-DSCN7987.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304887263661460370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9kGj_LD_Xext82HqZ261tS1yhz9Pkeh_TfhCvGM2DyJsRNGwYpLGx_RaTdKTe1UGtu9K5w-mfc4N1jxIZjn9a-hqqTczA1GAK1tS_v0YffaXLeHxglM15WGbA3fDVuV2T-15poiznp0I/s320/r-DSCN7987.jpg" border="0" /></a> Venice July 2008</div><br /><br />In a little more than twenty-four hours Cyndi will be arriving in the US for a visit! We are all happily awaiting her arrival. There will be plenty of hugs, kisses, talking, movies, and girls day out events planned.<br /><br />Have a safe trip Cyn and we will see you soon!G and G Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09182854661220039779noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-362929821453967812.post-12686673557681368312009-01-25T00:01:00.002-05:002009-01-25T00:01:00.284-05:00Buon Compleanno Cyndi<div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295077080140176978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_hNxpQ8kNw9RUTjmV5h6YoJ3XdFHcBjZiICXGzjL7USPhf3z-bHIo3Plfg26jzAsHL-x4-94bK_pef68vV-T0CVuxxX539zCK674QL9AggWP31JywpLJeypNBO8uGnRFJnIUEBUyqi5s/s320/Carnival.jpg" border="0" /> Venezia 2005 </div><div align="left"><br />Happy birthday to our wonderful daughter! Even though the miles are far between our homes you are always close to us in our heart and thoughts.<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295076859964364962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNmYuxO_iwF2CoBRIOmfS4xPNrS7EYlyAY4g-iyO3zIikEl8hhmJjh9CDPOQ3O4IqRW-Ej8QkhdKblQC2deEtHRKAIHeklwAbxEksu8a3U2ycedW3TThlsbbq1pH2vZXlz7VoRA7dvYnQ/s320/00-j-DSC08982.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><br />Firenze 2008<br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295076295008506850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCYyT2CwSa4xpxjG72gQZyMcIEzsDQPFd9Uo1eOjtZ0jrUgKqz27AY5KtM2YQI5kHIjboOpAi2R8KuQIIFwfb2JFH9cm7NMlOFnq2DZIO0hmiBsEstNixl64F-dTe4HIbJqT1s-XOSL-s/s320/0-0-0-0-0-aa-DSC07885.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">Salute!</p>G and G Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09182854661220039779noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-362929821453967812.post-78905639850110238192009-01-21T11:30:00.004-05:002009-01-21T13:18:16.051-05:00Then & Now<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293803911795107938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 388px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMX6tluJlpEBC7TFA04JYsJKrclooEfei-PjxsB2ULvbbjUHuvFEGpleSAMcZ8Ivy37uc-o77Gawb5zLscP7fKTHERwRlLeXdKGbmhJoJo2DnoJ21MbTkES5k6YBOS1pBN-WfqWb3g34E/s400/0-0-0-0-0-0-0-A--Abbott-Bru.jpg" border="0" /><br />Forty-two years ago today I stood in front of my family and friends to marry my best friend, confident, and the love of my life. I was pretty sure that as the years went by us our love for each would grow with each passing year. I was so right . . .<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293803564659479666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 346px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4fUJoqKW9DbMobfMFDUzQ9LQ61JmxO-IRgUAmoKWeKdHHg1-wZHs5EnQj9RmgkhWSE-fFlLsKKsFzqlfeQ4PcPXnOKPWxGBR_VTbfod24G3VSEGmmTloVWP-dfEALvSJEPtEToC-It_I/s400/0-0-0-0-0-0-A-Christmas-200.jpg" border="0" /><br />. . . I think my husband knows me more than I know myself. We have grown up together and grown stronger in our commitment to each other. My husband is still my best friend, confident, and the love of my life. I am so fortunate to have shared the last forty-two years with him.<br /><br />Happy Anniversary Honey and let's hope that there are many more years ahead of us.G and G Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09182854661220039779noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-362929821453967812.post-55545912193253621622009-01-10T12:38:00.009-05:002009-01-10T13:04:02.155-05:00Wii Band<div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289722194312347810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO9_A5ttN5_Gao42FMFLrLnKJIAgvoaTcEuxK2JU9znfEz2rUpjJvGdtHzmJvNPXrSL0Xk0QnQLaxxqvmsizZs9ZOzKrgkmzW0HWI2Il84XVXWyC2fHTdQfFtcKfM_XR7a73QMlM7zVgg/s400/0+0+0+DSC00043.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />This New Year's party really rocked as the newly formed Wii band performed at a party we attended with some of our friends. Many favorite (easy) song selections were played and sung in between playing with a lot of neat children's toys.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289721795732735682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8zFs-lhbpp5UrqhOUHWxcS5MNP4HXfrSmU2-kBkcUiNReZpzaLd1-2oEEDkNYrbwbPqBMYS3oT5LIoAgG9mxdRh7w8ZmR-MSiIiEgmo5RzTXXQGeRFUbknaZjrqbw9nuccgrEphe2VY8/s400/0+0+0+DSC00042.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">Test one, two, three . . . is the mike working?<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289722552098421074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUkl5gXZINZTENxaONj6Skhp9xk6vVzVhOI3HcTkmDKE-TmpzrBfXHPVOqGZzoZD-37NMXB4HnPzpJldpHpggyfQ7rJaCxDR8bCiENZ7iXo8qSwa_j8Q1in6V5CoNYhurg9cqz-PuwnaI/s400/0+0+0+DSC00045.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Even the grand folks got into the act.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289722868722841762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 342px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4cpDu0G2bZVe833Z0km-sFuYDJeypWMIlyHbU5weXNl08MgZ69h45ZVMcQvKJMwbVWuqGWPWmYwGh7QsIdTjHcEd76R5IV_Vg9Ut0G5cNOFhZWVojg3OUlQqyHELk7DSlXF5Bi5gNDbo/s400/0+0+0+DSC00074.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">Now taking reservations for next year's party.</p>G and G Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09182854661220039779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-362929821453967812.post-31549151799777727922009-01-01T10:02:00.007-05:002009-01-01T13:04:51.544-05:00Cheers!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE7PfYy1cogk2zKg929K6bel37R-lCG2O4GTNf7QjFKmmweEKXpnzoMK3q4KdEoJQfbvcXVcRO0nKOSF0R-MuFb-p5cor_hOY-cQjrcJqbg0NzwaP_4Vm98BYDXHF1mN8edSjcBqDqRLs/s1600-h/0-0-100_4681.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286387239490786274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE7PfYy1cogk2zKg929K6bel37R-lCG2O4GTNf7QjFKmmweEKXpnzoMK3q4KdEoJQfbvcXVcRO0nKOSF0R-MuFb-p5cor_hOY-cQjrcJqbg0NzwaP_4Vm98BYDXHF1mN8edSjcBqDqRLs/s400/0-0-100_4681.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">Sending New Year's cheers to you and your family. Wishing you happiness and blessings in 2009.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286345252053969826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga97NiHQRVW2mpndrUrpZuNicPemsWrQMFpQhbLiTg1GBaKnmT0oPENhBmylpyZqk0keGqLKkIoS88MjdgHD53X8A3Jsc7h5ycBOa4VKMlxIK7GRA9tpL4cb5biGcJsOkeGfb25bB8W8E/s400/0-DSC00126.jpg" border="0" /><br />Cara and her good friend, O, toast each other to the New Year.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286387085057823554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5JFrt3wRdEb8giFo7DyafjCUEPQ9qGWSBDVeq90viQ9Ian-TuPehi67OyPCAm6MFwS_BhI0otSzRGGuII8y68DeNEFIxe6gBNWmLH0DQavGyIk8JjZg9fwGVjVffYURyMbKVtOQyixSI/s400/0-0-100_4689.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286345761837057442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb2xcryUwjtwlIgn17tJJidj_0b86xtFdHXJTc3-3JJbYvDgbheT980DWkY7xaiGYbXsutIFAIq2mRIz8Y3tbSS5qMykYMOmQsSTN6XPeVA-it4id3uTBXjMk5lxJkUYcQ1bQPr81liXg/s400/0-DSC00138.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286345474415021042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizQtNg9RMfby3ayvJEdS6Fs769XEcLo57CC5wHyXt2Sgfzc1MDj_pLNDAviFdoHJ8tSRfYhjM8TMKiFyqDlGSH53EVbEGIWTS-VFjJaeeCmSkpWo-kaTI5szi1W0ncGLVmeLT84UH2kFs/s400/0-DSC00120.jpg" border="0" /><br />Note: No alcoholic beverages were served to minors!</div>G and G Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09182854661220039779noreply@blogger.com1