tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56337049469006337572024-03-05T18:40:20.747-08:00Seagulls in the MountainsFrom an isle in the Pacific to the United Kingdom and all the places in between,my journey has included windy deserts,windy beaches,large cities,and tiny towns.It's no wonder that I've grown to love new places and new experiences. Always the new guy, never the expert,but finally becoming comfortable with being different; as odd as a seagull in the mountains,I share perspectives that could only be gained in my own Nikes. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05535442297983937255noreply@blogger.comBlogger274125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633704946900633757.post-21715610542474960232016-10-01T19:41:00.001-07:002016-10-01T19:41:39.673-07:00Heads Up (the game)<div><br></div>Here's a game I've never heard of until my kids started playing it. You use a smart phone. <div><br></div><div>One team shows the clue to the other team who gives hints to the first team to guess the answer. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo7AY0lkp_PsJZ3V7ika_duK9lqe_y_cusFwf7jObnUkdBCpLSCmKJfcVrNtH4tY6gbDteu_7to3M6aMXK0oh8XIZemETTfgP8-OPrst6nxDJif7IN63phsf0HQrQ7Q-PMBreSGKinh1s/s640/blogger-image--2090500640.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo7AY0lkp_PsJZ3V7ika_duK9lqe_y_cusFwf7jObnUkdBCpLSCmKJfcVrNtH4tY6gbDteu_7to3M6aMXK0oh8XIZemETTfgP8-OPrst6nxDJif7IN63phsf0HQrQ7Q-PMBreSGKinh1s/s640/blogger-image--2090500640.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhha75bffQU5I_v_BrzGB0KbfPo_Qsa1wNFdudEaRVOJFVrtiN7rQZV9zN0x6c_CNPk8d6Np5NrUQsX_KFzBiuCvkNwA0iFVsjjPIqDnzu8oDgPwDJx52jbBonaOZTsVOusr42LplxZpIw/s640/blogger-image--637125263.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhha75bffQU5I_v_BrzGB0KbfPo_Qsa1wNFdudEaRVOJFVrtiN7rQZV9zN0x6c_CNPk8d6Np5NrUQsX_KFzBiuCvkNwA0iFVsjjPIqDnzu8oDgPwDJx52jbBonaOZTsVOusr42LplxZpIw/s640/blogger-image--637125263.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">If they get the correct answer they tip the phone forward to the next clue. If the second team wants to skip, then the guessing team flips the phone back. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://vimeo.com/185180262">https://vimeo.com/185180262</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://vimeo.com/185179904">https://vimeo.com/185179904</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">There are different categories and some are played like charades. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEnQSVwR7mzz5uIZie9LZ2-36hL641PALgM6zjur2hxHlETV57aIBvWThHHQtKwycplLfUb70ZlHXKqKtGic3IGlNPM6OEZ2M7USU_t06n_49bDR9oyusGDnBOFq-UUmYvsvRIKFB8x-c/s640/blogger-image--556060543.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEnQSVwR7mzz5uIZie9LZ2-36hL641PALgM6zjur2hxHlETV57aIBvWThHHQtKwycplLfUb70ZlHXKqKtGic3IGlNPM6OEZ2M7USU_t06n_49bDR9oyusGDnBOFq-UUmYvsvRIKFB8x-c/s640/blogger-image--556060543.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOIBoDaKu7q0F3fDDV2zUMZTJpicFyrgVg33vO6Qacnz6c2Dw9miwNwwm4JaaCvJVk8tcn6sK-vQJTWLC4ygoJyyhvQci77aQjSde0QgloRlk__QhDQXvJqmAU1cqVlf-ENbvCNSxw744/s640/blogger-image--1620699469.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOIBoDaKu7q0F3fDDV2zUMZTJpicFyrgVg33vO6Qacnz6c2Dw9miwNwwm4JaaCvJVk8tcn6sK-vQJTWLC4ygoJyyhvQci77aQjSde0QgloRlk__QhDQXvJqmAU1cqVlf-ENbvCNSxw744/s640/blogger-image--1620699469.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Very fun!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05535442297983937255noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633704946900633757.post-12901384897409679582016-08-21T18:56:00.001-07:002016-09-23T22:43:28.296-07:00Foodie Friday~ Motherless Auditor<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4wmlkS-3F4SKrv-2osMjwQHlaiHYrs2L1YZbeN_A955GiGp_-Au5c_FOvaXZc1fFMzIb9Fsqpkfj8wERu8Mw-JC3lMQbMZiH8cBrSMrYXwOENWkLLKPjxJjZLqiQ5Go-E6wuCIxn0rqE/s640/blogger-image--1590483012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4wmlkS-3F4SKrv-2osMjwQHlaiHYrs2L1YZbeN_A955GiGp_-Au5c_FOvaXZc1fFMzIb9Fsqpkfj8wERu8Mw-JC3lMQbMZiH8cBrSMrYXwOENWkLLKPjxJjZLqiQ5Go-E6wuCIxn0rqE/s640/blogger-image--1590483012.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Have you ever watched Stranger Than Fiction? </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Harold Crick is an IRS agent who has to audit Ana who owns a bakery. After days of making his job hell, she finally pities him and does something no one, not even his own mother, had ever done for him. She makes him fresh baked cookies. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">He comes downstairs to say goodbye, and she has to bully and guilt him into sitting down to eat what she had just baked especially for him. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">As he takes his very first bite of a warm, chocolate chip cookie, I have in my mind the exact taste that he's experiencing. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">This cookie has cooled just enough that it isn't hot but still slightly bends if held by the edges. The outside has a tiny bit of crispness that your teeth break through before meeting the soft gooey middle. The semisweet chocolate chips are melted and coat your tongue while you chew. The aroma of vanilla floats up through your sinuses. There's a background flavor of which you know you know but can't quite place. (Oatmeal) And finally, the slightly caramelized bottom of the cookie creates just a tinge of toffee flavor. This toffee flavor fights with the bitterness of the chocolate, wanting to be the last thing you taste before you wash it all down with cold milk. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">This. This moment of warm, gooey goodness pours comfort into your soul. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Even if you never had a mom who greeted you after school with a plate of fresh bashed cookies and a cold glass of milk, even if you're 39 years old and are too proud to admit that sometimes life is hard to bear, these cookies can make you feel better about life.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQpvprXI64YYm2OspvfI7zgB1zDzzYo1EnVElxQWHVdw2_TGvnwruWeswvXVzFB2POj07Q6ZCc32qwhCUA4IWUTjXbrgZH9ZZI-KQYiy4xV4IOPVBhE2ioukA7PQowFK0G1QZVVmcOk-8/s640/blogger-image--691330042.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQpvprXI64YYm2OspvfI7zgB1zDzzYo1EnVElxQWHVdw2_TGvnwruWeswvXVzFB2POj07Q6ZCc32qwhCUA4IWUTjXbrgZH9ZZI-KQYiy4xV4IOPVBhE2ioukA7PQowFK0G1QZVVmcOk-8/s640/blogger-image--691330042.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"> Tiana's Ultimate Chocolate Chip Cookies </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">1-1/2 c Crisco</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">2-1/2 c brown sugar </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">4 Tbsp milk</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">2 Tbsp vanilla</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">2 eggs</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">3-1/2 to 4-1/2 c flour </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">1 tsp salt</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">2 tsp baking powder </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">1 tsp baking soda </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">3 handfuls of quick oats</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">11.5 ounce bag of your choice chocolate chips </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">(Milk or semisweet work great. I used Guittard brand semisweet for the first time today cuz they were on sale which was AMAZING.) </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Preheat oven to 375. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">In a mixer (I use Bosch) with whisk attachment whisk crisco and sugar on high for 15 seconds. Add eggs. Reduce to low speed and add vanilla and milk. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Add salt, baking powder,and baking soda. Add 3-1/2 c flour until well mixed. Add Oatmeal. If needed add 1/2 to 1 cup more flour for a consistency like very soft play dough. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Change to paddle bit. Add entire bag of chocolate chips. Stir until chips are mixed in evenly. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"> </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I line 3 or 4 cookie sheets with foil (or you can grease the cookie sheets) then use a scoop to place 8 cookie dough balls on each sheet. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Bake at 375 for 8-9 minutes until slightly goldened in spots. </div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">The rest of the dough I scoop tightly onto a sheet that fits into my freezer. After they're frozen they go into a zip lock baggie so we can enjoy fresh baked again with ease. Frozen cookie dough balls bake at 375 for 10-11 minutes. (Also on foil or greased.) </div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05535442297983937255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633704946900633757.post-25261305607540983632016-07-12T21:15:00.001-07:002016-07-12T21:15:52.808-07:00Genealogy Moment~ Alamo Veggies?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span data-offset-key="3ej22-0-0"><span data-text="true">This young man was born the 8th of 11 children. In 1930 he was a 9 year old kid living with his parents where their families had been raised in MchPerson, Kansas. </span></span><br />
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found his father living in the Bishop Hotel. That's odd, I thought.
What's he doing there? See the big "D?" He was divorced. </span></span><br />
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<span data-offset-key="3ej22-0-0"><span data-text="true">So, then I
tried to find Edwin in 1940. This is the only thing I could find, so
far. Could he have gone to Texas to work? I haven't noticed a connection
between my Edwin and the people that Hidalgo Edwin is lodging with. It
does say that Hidalgo Edwin was born in Kansas, which is where my Edwin
was born, but I just don't feel like I have enough to be sure. </span></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I googled Alamo Fruit and Vegetable, Hidalgo, TX, 1940. Here are some laborers getting shipments loaded.<br /><br />
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<span data-offset-key="3ej22-0-0"><span data-text="true">On Ancestry, there is a person who has a photo of a newspaper announcement about Edwin. I was so happy when I saw it. Then, I read it. </span></span><br />
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So, here I am, a 43 y/o woman in Wyoming trying to find out if Edwin Maddox had any family members that may need temple ordinance work done for them, and I discover sadness, and coincidentally, an island connection between he and I.<br />
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Whatever your story was, Edwin, I hope you have found peace in the Savior.<br />
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<span data-offset-key="3ej22-0-0"><span data-text="true">(In case you can't read the article in the above image, here it is.)</span></span><br />
<span data-offset-key="3ej22-0-0"><span data-text="true">COMMITTED SUICIDE<br /><br />"Edwin Dale Maddox, employed by the Shira Drilling Co., as a tool dresser ended his life Monday night about 10:30 o'clock, at the home of his brother, Howard L. Maddox, 404 East Third street by shooting himself in the right side of the head with a 25-20 calibre rifle he had sent home from war service in the Pacific area. <br /><br />"He did not leave any note, nor give any indication to his brother or sister-in-law as to what he was intending to do. He had arrived at the home of his brother a short time before and went to his room. His brother and wife were at home and when they heard the shot, they rushed to the room and found him dying. The bullet entered the right side of his head. <br /><br />"He saw a lot of hard service in the late war, serving with the marines on Bouganville, Marianas, Solomons Islands, Guam, Volcano Islands and Iwo Jima, receiving his discharge February 14, 1946.<br /><br />"He made Hoisington his home for the past eighteen months, working as tool dresser for the same crew in which his brother, Howard, is a driller. He was due to go to work with his brother shortly after he ended his life. <br /><br />"Surviving are his parents, his mother, Mrs. Ella Maddox, living in Wichita, and his father, J.D. Maddox living in McPherson where Edwin Dale was born. He also leaves six brothers and four sisters. The brothers are: Alfred, Harold and Howard of Hoisington and Orrie of Kinsley. The sisters are, Mrs. Glendyne B. Wilkins of Los Angeles, Mrs. Maxine WIlliams of Manhattan, Mrs. Maxine Williams of Manhattan, Mrs. Doris Cumley and Mrs. Eva Garrett of Wichita.<br /><br />"Funeral services will be held at the Quiring Funeral Home at McPherson this afternoon and interment will be in the McPherson cemetery."</span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05535442297983937255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633704946900633757.post-70739347166643268232016-02-14T16:54:00.001-08:002016-02-14T16:54:42.675-08:00Marry Us?<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAyLgjQpUnvzSFUzuWy41HR4bZHN5D2HQQZfjPTZ29RYotutJgMuhUnT6RRiB6SkU826nnZz5YOmqcJAzoneBdcL5QTaMHmPBRB2Cou1nlYQ0niPUlrVSSxoqt6yBNK7vTuTZ8PiP83JQ/s640/blogger-image-877982465.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAyLgjQpUnvzSFUzuWy41HR4bZHN5D2HQQZfjPTZ29RYotutJgMuhUnT6RRiB6SkU826nnZz5YOmqcJAzoneBdcL5QTaMHmPBRB2Cou1nlYQ0niPUlrVSSxoqt6yBNK7vTuTZ8PiP83JQ/s640/blogger-image-877982465.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTDkvJ17p3L43Os3CY7Vi-rax7kp-57skopfj8A8ncyNBL3ebKeBKKmFbTdoiQvU9rZHNhoMNanTvyKDfFqyrfo5yjBfILVrbVAyYQkMO0_L9bJDXhZW7bQAMJUIzzWMnOYqtKc_a-CLI/s640/blogger-image-1302382262.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTDkvJ17p3L43Os3CY7Vi-rax7kp-57skopfj8A8ncyNBL3ebKeBKKmFbTdoiQvU9rZHNhoMNanTvyKDfFqyrfo5yjBfILVrbVAyYQkMO0_L9bJDXhZW7bQAMJUIzzWMnOYqtKc_a-CLI/s640/blogger-image-1302382262.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Today, my second born child, my oldest son recruited us to help him propose!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0s5Ha6xVeI9brmhSDAYpcwldJ9GiaPp0_DX4GAk9l9IITSiC2DkngrS6JTqj5oy61WZVvKOWfxueg6mWOrvDOBmJXa6TGIyQiz1hDBNKk2qCI1w7plQVXQwwmbzRTjydM7-zvbyVVRUo/s640/blogger-image--1265590016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0s5Ha6xVeI9brmhSDAYpcwldJ9GiaPp0_DX4GAk9l9IITSiC2DkngrS6JTqj5oy61WZVvKOWfxueg6mWOrvDOBmJXa6TGIyQiz1hDBNKk2qCI1w7plQVXQwwmbzRTjydM7-zvbyVVRUo/s640/blogger-image--1265590016.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div><br>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05535442297983937255noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633704946900633757.post-27607917999009221222015-11-20T11:26:00.001-08:002015-11-20T11:26:12.360-08:00Following Immigration Laws (can give you such a crick in the neck)So, this morning my oldest daughter, who has been married for a year and is still waiting for her husband's visa so he can move out here, posted this on FB:<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXZrHbkRaSL8OwNFsxkb6zKsZGsaXaQUZgD780EIHvidEQuyvhdgPzOaomwP9vFY2XVG1ssxhch3oDmU45-NOqB0fKqervpXsuui-Puireq1kwo_lzJUVJnO6LnkUPCtjSz8usAZ7Wt10/s640/blogger-image--2035669993.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXZrHbkRaSL8OwNFsxkb6zKsZGsaXaQUZgD780EIHvidEQuyvhdgPzOaomwP9vFY2XVG1ssxhch3oDmU45-NOqB0fKqervpXsuui-Puireq1kwo_lzJUVJnO6LnkUPCtjSz8usAZ7Wt10/s640/blogger-image--2035669993.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So, I had Kiki create this:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGj91MuePFwxkW198HeSimO7k4fyTUVxqCWMVk8ahRuQW0M5pJzADF9akesyGh7JmYGth5dT_4Vn1VNrghTf0n5zpWGUOV-BHaDwVNkkXVZbJ_Mz8WrzsJs27hNIP79fCOgnjD3nOrTZc/s640/blogger-image-1986509176.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGj91MuePFwxkW198HeSimO7k4fyTUVxqCWMVk8ahRuQW0M5pJzADF9akesyGh7JmYGth5dT_4Vn1VNrghTf0n5zpWGUOV-BHaDwVNkkXVZbJ_Mz8WrzsJs27hNIP79fCOgnjD3nOrTZc/s640/blogger-image-1986509176.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We're ready to riot for you, Lawrence! 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Need to find my swimsuit. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">B. It's probably in the clean pile of clothes in the laundry basket. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">C. Clothes have got to be folded anyway, so I'll fold them while "looking for" my swimsuit. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">D. Swimsuit has been found and laundry has been folded. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Everyone other brain in this house: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">A. Need to find {socks}</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">B. Dig through clean clothes in laundry basket with not much effort to keep any from falling on the floor. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">C. Find two socks that don't match and leave the mess I just created. </div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05535442297983937255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633704946900633757.post-39360297392682722502015-11-03T16:25:00.001-08:002015-11-03T16:25:16.454-08:00Star Wars Prepping<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">"Wookin' puh nub in ahh duh wong pwaces..."</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4dexXmoc8yCQUtl9Jg-CXsgOHk4rKGLkkBOn_ngUtzjln2M7aLHxfKIJqdPpYUd1B-ETgvlR4ZYskaZMdTyXnbve-ngwJA0xn0FbrPQM-eZAnh5Ww-bJQ3ayThRepJ19VR7Ac9SGlHXI/s640/blogger-image--505245615.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4dexXmoc8yCQUtl9Jg-CXsgOHk4rKGLkkBOn_ngUtzjln2M7aLHxfKIJqdPpYUd1B-ETgvlR4ZYskaZMdTyXnbve-ngwJA0xn0FbrPQM-eZAnh5Ww-bJQ3ayThRepJ19VR7Ac9SGlHXI/s640/blogger-image--505245615.jpg"></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05535442297983937255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633704946900633757.post-9754696701468341082015-10-30T20:12:00.001-07:002015-10-30T20:12:42.421-07:00Star Wars Prepping<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn_afFUNa4FgXG5IKdhw9NEJ045bdyZAiTSpyLS4grJMvoZfHa9_9hPgJnyPHsMfo-8woazYydEMj_bsAm_hJDbJdRYj7sHUYqFwitRKXS0Bf6TOCR-vyFdihShC24lkVIfpTW4u36rIk/s640/blogger-image-1756312027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Last week, I found myself standing at my butcher block island with a handful of leeks and a bunch of swiss chard. These are not normally things I buy from the grocery store, and in fact I did not buy these from any store. A very good friend of mine, B, who is an empty nester asked if I could use some veggies from the farm. Could I? Is that a real question? I hear you assuming it's her farm. No, she does not have a farm, but she gets more veggies each week than she and her hubby can eat- and they're raw vegans! Well, they're not raw vegans, their diet is, as in they eat about 85% raw food that does not come from animals. <br />
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Have you ever heard of a CSA farm? A community supported agricultural farm allows people to work on the farm (in this case about 5 hours per week) in trade for an equal share of the harvest. Here, in Star Valley, we have the <a href="http://evergreenfarm.typepad.com/evergreenfarm/" target="_blank">EverGreen Farm</a> which grows organic food both in and out of greenhouses. Even with a greenhouse, it is challenging to grow food here! If you are interested in eating locally grown, and possibly organic, food you should find out if your area has a CSA farm. You don't have to trade time, you can also be a paying share. <br />
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So, I stand there at my butcher block, staring at these vegetables. I remember the 50 pounds of potatoes in my pantry ready to provide energy, nutrition, and comfort through the long winter. I think, leek and potato soup. Yeah, that's almost a cliche'. What if I throw in some sliced swiss chard? Most of my family will think it's an herb. The seasoned ones will think it's just spinach. Okay, I have a direction now~soup.<br />
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Then, my mind goes back to the quick trip I made to Chicago this summer. It had been a physically demanding, muggy-hot day. When Shanelle and I got back to the car, we just wanted a good meal and then to go back to her new place to put up our feet and rest. Right there by the car was a Thai restaurant and the vote was unanimous. Chicken tom kha is what I ordered.<br />
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I had never had it before.<br />
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Upon my first taste, I closed my eyes as the many flavors rolled across my tongue. I did this again and again; analyzing, pinpointing, guessing, allowing the flavors to make their way up through the olfactories.<br />
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The warmth of the broth created such a relief from my physical distress that I said to Shanelle, "I just want to dive into this bowl." She rolled her eyes at me. <br />
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The chicken was tender. The veggies cooked just right, not too soft, but not hard either.<br />
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This type of food creates feelings.<br />
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So, standing at my butcher block I decide to try to instill some of the flavors from tom kha into my potato leek soup. I know, there are Irish people turning in their graves.<br />
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Problem, I am missing some essential ingredients. So, here's what I do:<br />
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}Instead of lemon grass, I squeeze fresh lemon into the broth.<br />
}Instead of coconut cream, I added coconut oil and some heavy cream I had left over in the fridge.<br />
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So, my soup turned out to be a blend of potato chowder and tom kha. It was actually rather plain, but it was my first attempt!<br />
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Hubby spotted the pot of left-overs and decided to eat some. He tasted it "as is" to decide how he would "dress" it. He added grated cheddar and fresh bacon bits. The next day, I copied his dressing method, and OH. Ohhhhh. Okay, that is much better.<br />
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In each bite, the dressed up tom kha started off tasting like a yummy, creamy chowder. Then, the Asian flavors skipped around for a while before the end flavors of loaded baked potato made itself known.<br />
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It was sooo good that the next day, I finished up the pot with the same dressings.<br />
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Now, I am about to tell you how food can connect people. I have a friend who enjoys food and the art of cooking even more than I do. It is one of the attributes which bonds us together. The very same day I made this mock tom kha, my foodie friend, KDB, was rocking in her kitchen and created something. Her something was so spectacular that she brought some over to my house in the night time hour of eight o'clock. Have you guessed what it is?<br />
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Chicken tom kha.<br />
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She and I had cooked the same dish on the same day. It was the first time either of us had tried it. I had improvised. She had improvised. Hers was a lot more authentic than mine. I asked if she'd had lemon grass. She said, "No, I used lemon grass oil!"<br />
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If you're curious here's how I made the soup.<br />
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<u><b>Tom Kha (potato)</b></u><br />
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<i>Boil in a pot:</i><br />
4 large potatoes, diced<br />
2 med. or 1 large carrots, quartered and sliced thinly<br />
1/2 an onion, chopped<br />
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<i>When the veggies are tender add:</i><br />
2 minced garlic cloves<br />
fresh chopped parsley, or dried<br />
6 small or 4 large swiss chard leaves, deveined, halved and cut into strips<br />
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<i>Allow the pot to simmer for 15 minutes, then add:</i><br />
1/2 to 1 tsp salt, this will really depend based on the size and starchiness of your potatoes, and of course your taste-buds!<br />
1/4 tsp pepper<br />
1/8 to 1/4 tsp crushed red pepper<br />
1/2 to 1 cup heavy cream (or if you have full fat coconut milk, which means it still contains the cream, use that and omit the coconut oil)<br />
1 heaping tsp coconut oil<br />
1/2 a fresh lemon, juice only<br />
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This soup should thicken on its own because of the potato starch. If it doesn't seem to be thickening, smash some of the potatoes and let it simmer some more. If you use my recipe, I'd love to hear your results and opinions. And did you dress it up?<br />
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If you have a quick mind, you may have noticed that my soup did not contain chicken. You can, of course, add cooked chicken to your pot of tom kha. If you are into languages, here is further interesting info. Tom means boiled. Yep, my soup was boiled. Kha is a root also called galangal which probably does not exist within a 300 mile radius of where I live, so nope, my soup is not kha. Also, as my foodie friend happily discovered, our grocery store sells fish sauce. If ours does, I would bet yours does. This is a flavor you might not like, so be cautious in using it. Click <a href="http://www.smallfootprintfamily.com/authentic-tom-kha-gai-recipe" target="_blank">HERE</a> to see a more authentic recipe for actual tom kha.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05535442297983937255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633704946900633757.post-1662919680540846652015-10-14T17:06:00.001-07:002015-10-14T17:06:32.371-07:00Newbie Curls<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz0KaqirUTT2stqiiFuRmKfqFI-yLTg_nQ8sAD6ijvhk8lkwY3NNG-qlnGWqGaxVN00qrlhqAl41womQnJgOgW28ATlHJxmUSmtbYURkeiaTC714u03x-jXQ5dzRHMwJwN_dyKX-nXZQo/s640/blogger-image--212356658.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz0KaqirUTT2stqiiFuRmKfqFI-yLTg_nQ8sAD6ijvhk8lkwY3NNG-qlnGWqGaxVN00qrlhqAl41womQnJgOgW28ATlHJxmUSmtbYURkeiaTC714u03x-jXQ5dzRHMwJwN_dyKX-nXZQo/s640/blogger-image--212356658.jpg"></a>Suddenly, Porter has curls. He's never had a curl in his head EVER. He's put off a haircut for a long time cuz he hates new cut hair, and look what has emerged! Usually, he gels and parts it but when he got out of the shower, the curls were all,"Look at us! We're free! We're beautiful!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So, I begged him not TOUCH his hair at all. And it looks so cool. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05535442297983937255noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633704946900633757.post-49181965745740182702015-10-13T21:27:00.001-07:002015-10-13T21:27:24.041-07:00Star Wars Prepping<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcP18BoKYoHN8cRiwIIXxGqv4VtzX7VpCyPmraNJ1lpJmpU9p7AQNQRovcCTTU68R5jfh5wk72QhOY7iJgyEbu9MxV8GkSr1_69MxmRJLB1OiWa0rmMiUiwOiDbC08TZ1KGvATtKoPrlw/s640/blogger-image--1680205185.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcP18BoKYoHN8cRiwIIXxGqv4VtzX7VpCyPmraNJ1lpJmpU9p7AQNQRovcCTTU68R5jfh5wk72QhOY7iJgyEbu9MxV8GkSr1_69MxmRJLB1OiWa0rmMiUiwOiDbC08TZ1KGvATtKoPrlw/s640/blogger-image--1680205185.jpg"></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05535442297983937255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633704946900633757.post-25115772467898511932015-10-09T17:24:00.001-07:002015-10-09T17:24:23.260-07:00Foodie Friday~ Purple PotatoYeah. For real. I had no idea there were purple potatoes. Well, scratch that. I've seen purple potatoes, but this one is a sweet potato. <div><br></div><div>Spotted it at the grocery store. Brought it home. Baked it at 375 for 1 hr 45 minutes. </div><div><br></div><div>I ate half of it for dinner and I loved it. It was very filling. It is sweet like a white sweet potato. It is not stringy like a yam. </div><div><br></div><div>The kids were so grossed out. They said it looked like I was eating play-do. </div><div><br></div><div>Good. Won't have to worry about anyone eating my purple potato!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaIun_DxE-H4g6us9duJA0l-QfsTDGywaO2ssy2tqaSztZNiEo963O-vJwjVGPnAO65puX9JUVHH6rdug2lYZ-BqGdpkGktrngllbKAq0CimgIomUazNK0LOoJDJxVDlSug3RPj18MkY4/s640/blogger-image--322396597.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaIun_DxE-H4g6us9duJA0l-QfsTDGywaO2ssy2tqaSztZNiEo963O-vJwjVGPnAO65puX9JUVHH6rdug2lYZ-BqGdpkGktrngllbKAq0CimgIomUazNK0LOoJDJxVDlSug3RPj18MkY4/s640/blogger-image--322396597.jpg"></a></div>Isn't it beautiful?</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05535442297983937255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633704946900633757.post-54692752254802580392015-10-08T10:36:00.001-07:002015-10-08T10:36:41.911-07:00Star Wars Prepping<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-mi035mbBXea1laK_HwJFOPW5-M73wPSEKUvKK1plIf4L6stHIJmTSibBgxoBy5-pDSi3xLEE9DyrPe0JzIXcE12kXFct5_khJj6f4cjzyQFvqxpJvDpuCcHX402_IcdLs4oeM8ZirZQ/s640/blogger-image-2046294938.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-mi035mbBXea1laK_HwJFOPW5-M73wPSEKUvKK1plIf4L6stHIJmTSibBgxoBy5-pDSi3xLEE9DyrPe0JzIXcE12kXFct5_khJj6f4cjzyQFvqxpJvDpuCcHX402_IcdLs4oeM8ZirZQ/s640/blogger-image-2046294938.jpg"></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05535442297983937255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633704946900633757.post-79412523501230093942015-10-06T08:22:00.001-07:002015-10-06T08:22:39.073-07:00Star Wars Prepping<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTAfff03V_k8TDF9tK4BqdXdukb9O8UBZ5RpRqFmH2NkTvirgmBLjvjBn06JwTAoOIYq-Cp8JQvrDPtOMpUCLRq5Ev4E1jWg_pep7eNCC0GYWePnPFmtDx5l1ShYebhQK6tBT-3pIxDoo/s640/blogger-image-238437072.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTAfff03V_k8TDF9tK4BqdXdukb9O8UBZ5RpRqFmH2NkTvirgmBLjvjBn06JwTAoOIYq-Cp8JQvrDPtOMpUCLRq5Ev4E1jWg_pep7eNCC0GYWePnPFmtDx5l1ShYebhQK6tBT-3pIxDoo/s640/blogger-image-238437072.jpg"></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05535442297983937255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633704946900633757.post-59090025758748200322015-09-28T12:05:00.000-07:002015-09-29T12:27:32.933-07:00TED Talk Tuesday~ Borrowing from Zack's Bowl of Oates<br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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One of the most effective arenas for learning charity is in a marriage. (For the greatest definition ever of charity, check out <a href="https://www.lds.org/scriptures/bofm/moro/7.45" target="_blank">Moroni 7:45</a>)<br>
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I've done a lot of reading and studying on how to make my contribution to my marriage healthy and nurturing. Today, one aspect I've never really pinned down was brought to mind when I read:<br>
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<a href="http://www.bowlofoates.com/give-up-now-you-will-never-stayed-married-to-the-same-person/" target="_blank">Give Up Now—You Will NEVER Stay Married to the Same Person</a><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">(Click title to read Zack's profound article.)</span></span></h1>
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<h1 class="entry-title"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">This Zack guy makes a great point:</span></span></h1>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;">"That “illusion” that WE have already done most of our changing in life
is as scientifically and rationally ridiculous as the “illusion” that we
are marrying someone for the rest of our lives."</span></span></h1>
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He's right! People learn how to be married from the married adults they observe as they grow up. Or, at least, we think we have learned it, by the time we are old enough to "know everything" and are ready to jump the broom with Miss or Mister Perfect.<br>
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However, even if we have observed examples of couples who seem like they've been best friends forever who stayed married till death did them part, or if our examples were of contentious couples who ended up divorcing and hating each other or at the very best becoming civil co-parents, until we have lived it, we are only imagining what marriage is like.<br>
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Imagining is all we can do until we actually have our own feet in our own married boots. It doesn't matter who you are or where you came from, you and your new spouse's boots are not always going to be frolicking in fields of daisies. Sometimes those two pairs of boots are going to get rain in them because someone didn't take the time do up the laces. Sometimes, the trail will be dusty, or muddy, or maybe there will be pouring of cement, which requires a good rinsing off or you end up with concrete boots. A lot of times, one person may need to pick up the other person and carry him or her, because their feet are blistered and sore.<br>
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Over years and years of travel, those two pairs of boots have weathered together. They've achieved that lovely, very cool looking patina which everyone with brand-new boots admires. <br>
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The point is, those two pairs of boots stayed together. They ended up looking very different than the day they jumped the broom, but they're still together.<br>
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Zack's point is, the person you marry today will not be the same person in twenty years. He references the TED talk <a href="https://www.ted.com/talks/dan_gilbert_you_are_always_changing?language=en" target="_blank">Dan Gilbert: The Psychology of Your Future Self</a>. I like what he has to say about the "<span class="talk-transcript__para__text"><span class="talk-transcript__fragment" data-time="316280" id="t-316280">ease of remembering</span>
<span class="talk-transcript__fragment" data-time="318459" id="t-318459">versus the difficulty of imagining."</span></span><br>
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The important thing to know about marriage is that you AREN'T all grown up just because you're getting married. You and your new, and now most important best friend, are going to continue to grow up and marriage is growing up TOGETHER.<br>
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We must get this through our heads and then get it into the heads of our children. Family is central to the <a href="https://www.lds.org/general-conference/1993/10/the-great-plan-of-happiness?lang=eng" target="_blank">Plan of Happiness</a>. As such, it is where the adversary focuses his efforts. There will be many straws heaped upon the camel's back. Each individual will have their limit. Any of us may one day be faced with the feeling that this is the final straw. It happens. And it's one of the toughest decisions an adult may face. Breaking up a family creates ripples that ebb out for years and years. Can a person recover? Yes. A wife whose husband broke his promises to her can recover. Sure, the children who watched him leave their mother for another woman, who now plays another prominent role in their lives, might possibly make it through without major issues. A husband who fought hard to keep his wife happy and ended up losing her anyway, may finally make peace with it and move on.<br>
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Sure. Humans are resilient. If nothing else.<br>
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BUT, by divine design, families are meant to be a castle, in which, the king adores and reveres his queen. In which, the queen rules side by side with her king. In which, the children watch their parents strive to live moral, true, unselfish lives dedicated to showing forth love to each other and to their children. Dedicated to serving God and His purposes.<br>
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I know what it's like to fight for marriage and family. It's a different kind of fight than any you'll see in a movie or TV show. It involves charity and the pure love of Christ.<div><br></div><div> Here's today's TED Talk. <span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> It's just 6 minutes and 49 seconds long.</span><div><br><div><br><div><br>
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<br></div></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05535442297983937255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633704946900633757.post-17132806748712416332015-09-28T07:13:00.001-07:002015-09-28T07:13:42.708-07:00Star Wars Prepping<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji4_CFhSGgdkTMdlxfw9iH7fqIHbhJ4ei6hzBTi-0ypQyR5hw0K8WoXTKb-DRH5cixo2Df6kM4LSBtyJifl2MPRB4Pflaydq1L99MedZH4CZtD2AYq_E0my_wGEdkGinOd-YDRLLgMZ4Q/s640/blogger-image-26014572.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji4_CFhSGgdkTMdlxfw9iH7fqIHbhJ4ei6hzBTi-0ypQyR5hw0K8WoXTKb-DRH5cixo2Df6kM4LSBtyJifl2MPRB4Pflaydq1L99MedZH4CZtD2AYq_E0my_wGEdkGinOd-YDRLLgMZ4Q/s640/blogger-image-26014572.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I was talking with a new friend whose husband is the flight operations manager at the FBO of Afton's tiny airport. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Harrison Ford has had a house in Jackson Hole for years and he apparently prefers to fly into our airport than Jackson's. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">He's very friendly with people who don't go all ga-ga over him. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I have a son named Harrison. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05535442297983937255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633704946900633757.post-49070339273012474792015-09-19T08:58:00.001-07:002015-09-19T08:58:37.434-07:00Star Wars Prepping<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjrrDy8dVK1qf5wW1qsAPBxiO93Zp-OWBq3GjLxdJ5K0HlSjAJ_LqzPqa0ZBTedFtMC8mVgCS5rvbD61fPQpnRrhwyZ83qifbe2VnGejxZmfzI-gMbofQw2m-afrby_vWhkoYWFFEgQfs/s640/blogger-image--316828542.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjrrDy8dVK1qf5wW1qsAPBxiO93Zp-OWBq3GjLxdJ5K0HlSjAJ_LqzPqa0ZBTedFtMC8mVgCS5rvbD61fPQpnRrhwyZ83qifbe2VnGejxZmfzI-gMbofQw2m-afrby_vWhkoYWFFEgQfs/s640/blogger-image--316828542.jpg"></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05535442297983937255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633704946900633757.post-13886245811798727892015-09-14T21:28:00.001-07:002015-09-14T21:28:59.020-07:00Steal an Intermittent MomentEvery summer, I love going up to the intermittent spring, and usually, our family will go up several times during the summer. It's more a walk than a hike. You can go up and be back in an hour if you don't take time to dilly-dally. <div><br></div><div>This year, we didn't go up until the end of August! We did it for family night, and it was a quick up and back because we got a late start. </div><div><br></div><div>Then, I thought to myself, this would be a great way to catch up with a friend I haven't seen for a while. Since that thought, I've been up three different times with three different friends. It is really a fantastic way to catch up on each other's lives. </div><div><br></div><div>You're walking, which is a nice, light exertion, allowing for conversation. The scenery is beautiful which is restorative to the soul. Your dog gets to run around just playing, and sniffing, keeping an eye on you. </div><div><br></div><div>I'm sad I didn't get photos with my other two friends, but this is "L." She turned 70 the day after this photo. Doesn't she look fabulous!</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoKaeKjtC7U6ai7L8LdToPA5ILuCy3eiJVrOGrm3dJrxSjvFJgNWCjURsU2ndgvsqI8O2TiKs_f6aVU_NLg4v8Mong11Mt2DMztA0NGejg_NDWhXmnPscDDl_K1VsFVP_PU5D_Uc6e8fQ/s640/blogger-image--110222772.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoKaeKjtC7U6ai7L8LdToPA5ILuCy3eiJVrOGrm3dJrxSjvFJgNWCjURsU2ndgvsqI8O2TiKs_f6aVU_NLg4v8Mong11Mt2DMztA0NGejg_NDWhXmnPscDDl_K1VsFVP_PU5D_Uc6e8fQ/s640/blogger-image--110222772.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>She is a painter, and I told her that next summer, she and I are going to meet every week so I can learn from her how to do different watercolor techniques. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWntDLrzLnQWYr5LU3VgcB6fpc79EvpT9icq2MsRYMDH9syo9N7UvAoUjYG3rB9kBYUOdkJYCJPnuHWx9huQ0SECWXTeqPttPZo6dd-dMd_NNkMsVlRr2R7AQ3zgSQeZmUuzhwotLxQxk/s640/blogger-image-773829215.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWntDLrzLnQWYr5LU3VgcB6fpc79EvpT9icq2MsRYMDH9syo9N7UvAoUjYG3rB9kBYUOdkJYCJPnuHWx9huQ0SECWXTeqPttPZo6dd-dMd_NNkMsVlRr2R7AQ3zgSQeZmUuzhwotLxQxk/s640/blogger-image-773829215.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>This is my favorite spot. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0GOT5lvzzDzMBRVWMLDluVph5U0jp_FaBXHTp23t0cp_MczjqwcAlzxCA-IqOnuPobhlOsJhYWJIKl5cOOwq_fbPk0Vy11dNrpYUY2FK_D7JRUBWXPa3HHtRUOa_PVYvXtFHRcZqR8j8/s640/blogger-image-1750184148.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0GOT5lvzzDzMBRVWMLDluVph5U0jp_FaBXHTp23t0cp_MczjqwcAlzxCA-IqOnuPobhlOsJhYWJIKl5cOOwq_fbPk0Vy11dNrpYUY2FK_D7JRUBWXPa3HHtRUOa_PVYvXtFHRcZqR8j8/s640/blogger-image-1750184148.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>This is the first place in my life where I've seen white berries. In a couple weeks all these leaves will be red and orange. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7nhubbsHgdxrfE-s6xFVjKVr0naEZhLWhC4PrQ3SEW6yL3uaStedFAosFYpQjheV5lto2odfMjew-6b8sVNTzn0fMspdKXFl9KfRyRG1An4uTLAM7XLKQnmIzoxdzCDPYWb8nAKKq_lY/s640/blogger-image-711835557.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7nhubbsHgdxrfE-s6xFVjKVr0naEZhLWhC4PrQ3SEW6yL3uaStedFAosFYpQjheV5lto2odfMjew-6b8sVNTzn0fMspdKXFl9KfRyRG1An4uTLAM7XLKQnmIzoxdzCDPYWb8nAKKq_lY/s640/blogger-image-711835557.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>I also love the colors of the stones in the river. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZJj1976nJmGKu_fydhQYw5flyRJtHOjUklz0-LjHbGtCRfR0z1kDKcQYEzIWRHkta2ddpUHUyFlM-PpixFyXVczIUB_hr1MMsNsDXMnzSldP85LmwaiXQBIYdG55him8ZMYBHKtD94gY/s640/blogger-image-208555598.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZJj1976nJmGKu_fydhQYw5flyRJtHOjUklz0-LjHbGtCRfR0z1kDKcQYEzIWRHkta2ddpUHUyFlM-PpixFyXVczIUB_hr1MMsNsDXMnzSldP85LmwaiXQBIYdG55him8ZMYBHKtD94gY/s640/blogger-image-208555598.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Before we got to the bridge, the water was running full force. After the bridge, the water was receding. After about ten minutes you can see that the water is "off" and the flow is halfway down the incline. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyJ7wLcBbeAYvB7t-AzWEBJbvXUiHbSYfoVgZCQjyamT-g3FwH6aTpksPSwTghZUAhatz78SdQZbdgZP3bI07U6oBs7jA6lJW8T_LtJHdNbs7-OuBEgrBxSg13emHslflMNXT_VbzPRjg/s640/blogger-image--209793739.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyJ7wLcBbeAYvB7t-AzWEBJbvXUiHbSYfoVgZCQjyamT-g3FwH6aTpksPSwTghZUAhatz78SdQZbdgZP3bI07U6oBs7jA6lJW8T_LtJHdNbs7-OuBEgrBxSg13emHslflMNXT_VbzPRjg/s640/blogger-image--209793739.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>I've never gone up to the mouth of the spring, but I do love going over and sitting by the water. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOD4X9nONK_j7h2vtj9LdvVxX3BnyYushHhVzhfrnaLSEmaR5vEpYYd2Gkoiwi2Gq0B9sxLAO7KgSWRSS37V4AtHJAucG6fsByyUk4GWydHGJ2Gc_PRTNpDmDywiC0blBoZr3TIEnIGgE/s640/blogger-image-160085582.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOD4X9nONK_j7h2vtj9LdvVxX3BnyYushHhVzhfrnaLSEmaR5vEpYYd2Gkoiwi2Gq0B9sxLAO7KgSWRSS37V4AtHJAucG6fsByyUk4GWydHGJ2Gc_PRTNpDmDywiC0blBoZr3TIEnIGgE/s640/blogger-image-160085582.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>This is natural beauty, right here. No designers involved. Not human, anyway!</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyvJOV-PYsYJVY-YZoMXBCxWutmiv0ydBfZ2LRrtUFe5xszjcR1Tx1DWD_OAvIN8NqNWtRT19s8P6T52Bzb44bfg3UTaLXhXZS__wPEvEUL8FreMBYMWBO1YikTcgpcncPCUy7v-0TDZo/s640/blogger-image--778532165.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyvJOV-PYsYJVY-YZoMXBCxWutmiv0ydBfZ2LRrtUFe5xszjcR1Tx1DWD_OAvIN8NqNWtRT19s8P6T52Bzb44bfg3UTaLXhXZS__wPEvEUL8FreMBYMWBO1YikTcgpcncPCUy7v-0TDZo/s640/blogger-image--778532165.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>That moss is just eye-catching. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Xu-M0wMZzrWyFw0rGkCGOfljypCgQAAow1_n6G6cKXugRI2OLnw564Y9VwOlfQiO-3pohusoc9WlwAyx7LgQVY7UXMY5TkMtOriNRJ33HAw_6O7YAy_InrMdZaif6bGwqUbeSV0vnjM/s640/blogger-image-77840955.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Xu-M0wMZzrWyFw0rGkCGOfljypCgQAAow1_n6G6cKXugRI2OLnw564Y9VwOlfQiO-3pohusoc9WlwAyx7LgQVY7UXMY5TkMtOriNRJ33HAw_6O7YAy_InrMdZaif6bGwqUbeSV0vnjM/s640/blogger-image-77840955.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Then, you look up the walls of the canyon and see that gorgeous blue sky. Every winter, this place is packed with snow. I call it a glacier, cuz you can watch it melt and shrink. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHWaNdaYgJsPIywHy4qBcEF6j1F-iGOeIjUDATHOgmJ4PvO27JW_ayxvswyQVUPVP_IiRq_PHgXm8egU7VyQHnz8PysRnhfIniJ4GrdUuJdDCOOfaafdJgcwbUI-No4ayZxHHyoCOeFdI/s640/blogger-image--344343337.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHWaNdaYgJsPIywHy4qBcEF6j1F-iGOeIjUDATHOgmJ4PvO27JW_ayxvswyQVUPVP_IiRq_PHgXm8egU7VyQHnz8PysRnhfIniJ4GrdUuJdDCOOfaafdJgcwbUI-No4ayZxHHyoCOeFdI/s640/blogger-image--344343337.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I distinctly noticed the noise level of the water after it had turned back "on" and reached where we were sitting.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQPMm0kJcQRTbbCQtGO54LfPvVXCyIvhv_hng58-Tj2iQ99hIDkW4YsSuOaZ4CnDkhW-LADS75RqIIHtuTKIfks7mNYfvaqGkDG6CeqpuRIckXv6WpeYdnWz8qBRvPCo0WOetWHyStF4M/s640/blogger-image--1305353051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQPMm0kJcQRTbbCQtGO54LfPvVXCyIvhv_hng58-Tj2iQ99hIDkW4YsSuOaZ4CnDkhW-LADS75RqIIHtuTKIfks7mNYfvaqGkDG6CeqpuRIckXv6WpeYdnWz8qBRvPCo0WOetWHyStF4M/s640/blogger-image--1305353051.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Here, you can see that the water has started flowing again. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2raa5d4K98SEdIj5lzxNBfHXs13Qrzo8ydLJgRYXY44ggQYZWuQsyGjuXUqI4ArkHV1Q_AokCkZ_4Lx28YKXAe2tFAdWjrlTa4zZIDrGDIpio0TIoFID0gylNCoyAdd30PQAfamLPi18/s640/blogger-image-1154307550.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2raa5d4K98SEdIj5lzxNBfHXs13Qrzo8ydLJgRYXY44ggQYZWuQsyGjuXUqI4ArkHV1Q_AokCkZ_4Lx28YKXAe2tFAdWjrlTa4zZIDrGDIpio0TIoFID0gylNCoyAdd30PQAfamLPi18/s640/blogger-image-1154307550.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Here, you can see that the new flow has caught up with the old flow. Can you spot Harris?</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEtWrfedHDCKBJdNyFtLPvuLg2cA80ST9qRX71UtPt-An8DzKu86aEx4SZxDYHQTWltULiVYNfAkO0D5E8O9vXfjMvnil-GapHT60vmgGyfP4pqQBWyIbZ3N-p2Eh_ljgpsZwfHbVqXi4/s640/blogger-image-678079640.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEtWrfedHDCKBJdNyFtLPvuLg2cA80ST9qRX71UtPt-An8DzKu86aEx4SZxDYHQTWltULiVYNfAkO0D5E8O9vXfjMvnil-GapHT60vmgGyfP4pqQBWyIbZ3N-p2Eh_ljgpsZwfHbVqXi4/s640/blogger-image-678079640.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>I did not know that Porter had brought his iPod. Next time, no iPods. I gladly trade iPods for noisy, rambunctious, wild boyhood behavior. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8hdQ8WEHtlT_R_eO9znC2pjZecdSosvhNR3JktCqDaFu461PfSWG6yeUfKv8QcuBgawiWG9t9-34O07lhyphenhyphenIm-n_FmJ51_K5ovW51l8RfpOmRsFkIvDzG7kdZsUxXlcZoenHBB3LrVMm4/s640/blogger-image-128343358.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8hdQ8WEHtlT_R_eO9znC2pjZecdSosvhNR3JktCqDaFu461PfSWG6yeUfKv8QcuBgawiWG9t9-34O07lhyphenhyphenIm-n_FmJ51_K5ovW51l8RfpOmRsFkIvDzG7kdZsUxXlcZoenHBB3LrVMm4/s640/blogger-image-128343358.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Morgan tried chipping a blade out of a rock. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEjndSrqQfPQ2EFm7liZqEBiPkFCcga6QIYewiGhM22qtuA6HObE2OOTppZqSiiwBCE4ZeBF35oyprHeXISjI4Kyw7LPsvE0MLflYMeePa6DJQKdP-zNzNELabu1Pi9BEdNKwYKU-BkBc/s640/blogger-image--114629736.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEjndSrqQfPQ2EFm7liZqEBiPkFCcga6QIYewiGhM22qtuA6HObE2OOTppZqSiiwBCE4ZeBF35oyprHeXISjI4Kyw7LPsvE0MLflYMeePa6DJQKdP-zNzNELabu1Pi9BEdNKwYKU-BkBc/s640/blogger-image--114629736.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Checking out the silt covering the rocks. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG5N6-KD6BzzU7i3F9eYHS2SSh5UdJDLlVC2Pes8L5QYuhNSy2rzCemj0CAv4vYNxKxbmo1l0yfESKcoSHh-WEQ7yeVhBBDd5ndrJmpGiA1CgtC6ERnmtgEnKaWlr-bcPv-aEI0layGoQ/s640/blogger-image--715039233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG5N6-KD6BzzU7i3F9eYHS2SSh5UdJDLlVC2Pes8L5QYuhNSy2rzCemj0CAv4vYNxKxbmo1l0yfESKcoSHh-WEQ7yeVhBBDd5ndrJmpGiA1CgtC6ERnmtgEnKaWlr-bcPv-aEI0layGoQ/s640/blogger-image--715039233.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>I think trees that grow out like this are cool. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimAeIuOpJmnDvyIaJoY2PhaNX9i5_1hCNOh3EgalAYP3OgKUz2G0rJ6X8mWbS8xVowlgBp4C14GTnUwMkF1KkfnnnGvt4kd9uKblZfvmP_Q0W3loVGrjIBitfjn19Ae7ftZprEJbiqwhc/s640/blogger-image-1697000964.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimAeIuOpJmnDvyIaJoY2PhaNX9i5_1hCNOh3EgalAYP3OgKUz2G0rJ6X8mWbS8xVowlgBp4C14GTnUwMkF1KkfnnnGvt4kd9uKblZfvmP_Q0W3loVGrjIBitfjn19Ae7ftZprEJbiqwhc/s640/blogger-image-1697000964.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Mother Nature has her paint brushes out. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZoIqP1PH8GDohMfGcUGVHoEJDaGdYswOTnhrGWoE4tYLjXXkevnxHhG0TBkjfjClddUFC71uCVFLLtYRNmTjQezwUUt6CztAOW4fBv_3zHravYVXptACcqjhfHvoy6cG43cIjsN7bVPo/s640/blogger-image-568621623.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZoIqP1PH8GDohMfGcUGVHoEJDaGdYswOTnhrGWoE4tYLjXXkevnxHhG0TBkjfjClddUFC71uCVFLLtYRNmTjQezwUUt6CztAOW4fBv_3zHravYVXptACcqjhfHvoy6cG43cIjsN7bVPo/s640/blogger-image-568621623.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>My boy, Harris, who can play solo for hours. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2nuwrU97_GHp0nunEKrvHMDckCdU5HpJjSBe4PPkFsoY2raVVVqjO1O1ZxyzrGOYZoobkopjtYly8FVPfPRwMnjY1QuEGPVHIqhhvUnYJGOSZ7Jdbh2MajKbpOfRAGRIodtNkDQ_onxA/s640/blogger-image-1788429992.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2nuwrU97_GHp0nunEKrvHMDckCdU5HpJjSBe4PPkFsoY2raVVVqjO1O1ZxyzrGOYZoobkopjtYly8FVPfPRwMnjY1QuEGPVHIqhhvUnYJGOSZ7Jdbh2MajKbpOfRAGRIodtNkDQ_onxA/s640/blogger-image-1788429992.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>GrAb a FriEnd. ANd gO To tHe SpRinG.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div> </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05535442297983937255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633704946900633757.post-75378241608657155112015-09-08T07:11:00.001-07:002015-09-08T07:11:10.705-07:00Star Wars Prepping<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2HEXj5DnJsC7plZifHSrjW0ZUiiQSsC_johwXQBUYPTcUmxZsLDmd8NM6u9n06hzKbZbXYsbiRnbze8nx85Q97emV7EBo-M2REusrfuzTTcx6GhATNrkPAX2CO25Sh5iWG38S9VpNgjU/s640/blogger-image-1814994795.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2HEXj5DnJsC7plZifHSrjW0ZUiiQSsC_johwXQBUYPTcUmxZsLDmd8NM6u9n06hzKbZbXYsbiRnbze8nx85Q97emV7EBo-M2REusrfuzTTcx6GhATNrkPAX2CO25Sh5iWG38S9VpNgjU/s640/blogger-image-1814994795.jpg"></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05535442297983937255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5633704946900633757.post-50925115582268240812015-08-31T20:51:00.001-07:002015-08-31T20:51:54.978-07:00Star Wars Preppng<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTUppFNy1r-us9Vzb_GzD6uu6TTRAQOm3irMtPOoMNAcqIp-KyrVPPSzemLM1v9B1xPcBtzes4taDctZvlt6wOaJLhKwOOMRAsohQFjIHYMhQvfnon7XZoXgVm3WRfeqHT0q_6ZLgGU-0/s640/blogger-image--1295205353.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTUppFNy1r-us9Vzb_GzD6uu6TTRAQOm3irMtPOoMNAcqIp-KyrVPPSzemLM1v9B1xPcBtzes4taDctZvlt6wOaJLhKwOOMRAsohQFjIHYMhQvfnon7XZoXgVm3WRfeqHT0q_6ZLgGU-0/s640/blogger-image--1295205353.jpg"></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05535442297983937255noreply@blogger.com0