tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53943052190009300552024-02-07T05:27:56.898-06:00Column of ChristineYou can call me Chris. Not Christy. Just Chris.Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644459364746835287noreply@blogger.comBlogger211125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394305219000930055.post-74844678409282902292012-01-23T22:30:00.003-06:002012-01-23T22:33:06.340-06:00Christmas visitor<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: small;">Santa came to see us on Christmas Eve. He hasn't been there in person for the past few years, so we were really excited to see him. Especially Teresa. She always gets really excited when Santa walks in. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">He spent a lot of time with us and we all got something out of his special bag. But before he passed out presents, Zachary had to get something off his chest. He started by saying, "I have something to tell you."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">And then he said, "I've been a little bad." Santa responded with something very appropriate (we were all laughing too hard to hear what he had to say) and I think he immediately felt better for having unburdened himself. I think he might have been a little worried that Santa didn't have anything in that bag for him and wanted to be up-front about his behavior.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Caden got his gift pretty early in the process. And he was happy to have something with Lightning McQueen on it! He didn't even mind getting his picture taken with Santa.</span></div>
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<br />Caden looks like he's not quite sure yet. I heard they had a wonderful time and I'm sorry I missed it.Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644459364746835287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394305219000930055.post-74888636504849966622011-08-31T20:23:00.003-05:002011-08-31T20:27:23.485-05:00My not-so-new great nephew, Micah<span style="color: black;">Micah Bradley was born February 5 and I'm very late in blogging about him. He's the second child for my nephew Andrew and his wife, Rachel. And big brother Caden just loves his Micah! Here's is a picture of him fresh in the world (photo by Jack and Jill Portraits):</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Doesn't it look like he's waving to everybody? I love this picture. The next one is from June, I think. Taken by his mommy, who he thinks is the funniest person ever. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">And this one is from mid-August. I can't believe how much he changes. And she's not only funny, but a good photographer. His mommy took this picture too.</span></div>
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Here's the big brother, himself. Caden at my house with Mardi Gras hat and nerd glasses. He loves those glasses!</div>
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This one of Caden was taken outside in August. His mom tells me she bribed him to get these pictures, but I'm not at liberty to say what she bribed him with. I still think it was win-win because it's such a cute picture. And yes, he's just as ornery as he looks.</div>
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Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644459364746835287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394305219000930055.post-62804025071397315122011-08-31T18:55:00.000-05:002011-08-31T18:55:07.692-05:00I finally met Patricia<div>
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<span style="color: #333333;">Almost two weeks ago, I drove up to Kansas City to see my good friend, Tristan. We were talking about the fact over the weekend visit that we are each other's "oldest" friend. What we mean by that is that we are the first friend that each of us remembers making. Our families lived pretty close to each other in the country (Tristan had horses at her house and I did not) and we are sure we were friends even before kindergarten. Over the years we've seen each other off and on, but it's always like we have never been apart. Friendships like that are few and far between and I cherish those connections when they happen.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;">This past April, Tristan had a baby. A precious little girl that I had only seen in pictures until two weeks ago. I met Patricia that Friday evening and it took only about 30 seconds for her to decide she liked me and we are now the best of friends. Which illustrates just how smart she is. Unfortunately, neither Tristan or I thought to snap a picture of the two of us together, but I did get one of Patricia and I:</span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333;">See what I mean? Precious. Thanks for the hospitality to Tristan and Dave. And to Patricia for all the smiles and coos. We'll do it again soon, I promise.</span></div>
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Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644459364746835287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394305219000930055.post-36960863471734172472011-07-18T21:12:00.004-05:002011-07-18T21:27:16.658-05:00It's been 20 years<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbFbVpzQr4IyKBIzwWMpNJfTA1PmG2xyxp1AFiR4wODdbiWPfFY0P1AZakynucLAegLpGvyLluUgUVzLLiPf58O1bmokMGwIjHF4qCG1oC9A6vvLjwIvZTD0ncM1EX_Lh1O50vb8GRNtY/s1600/2010-2011+242.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbFbVpzQr4IyKBIzwWMpNJfTA1PmG2xyxp1AFiR4wODdbiWPfFY0P1AZakynucLAegLpGvyLluUgUVzLLiPf58O1bmokMGwIjHF4qCG1oC9A6vvLjwIvZTD0ncM1EX_Lh1O50vb8GRNtY/s400/2010-2011+242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630881407920626930" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">I took this picture on the campus of Newman University this past May looking west at sunset (obviously). This grotto area is where I remember my college career getting started. The weekend I moved into the dorm as a freshman, there was an outdoor barbeque for the students and their parents in the grotto. It was just after this meal that my parents walked me back to the dorm and left me for good. I was homesick. But that's not what I remember most about that moment. We were walking in front of the big steps on the east side of Sacred Heart Hall and we were talking about whether or not there was anything else I'd need before they left town.<br /><br />Mom and I had been the grocery store the day before and bought some things for me to keep in my room (getting up early for breakfast has never been my thing) and I had gotten some bagels. They were not pre-cut. I said that the only thing I needed was a knife to cut the bagels. Mom stopped, then so did dad and I, and we watched while she rummaged around in her purse for a minute and then produced a steak knife. My dad and I looked at each other with confused faces. Why did she have a steak knife in her purse? Her story is that she'd taken an apple to work earlier that week, along with the knife to cut it up, and just hadn't removed it yet. Right. It remains one of my favorite "going to college" memories.<br /><br />This May was the 20th anniversary of my graduation from Newman. I spent a good part of May 2011 remembering my college years. I spent a good bit of time on campus this May as president of the alumni association. I even got to welcome the new graduates to the association at commencement. It was such a good decision for me to go to school at what was then Kansas Newman College in the fall of 1987. I feel blessed and eternally grateful.<br /></span>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644459364746835287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394305219000930055.post-58583908061997412302011-07-14T21:07:00.002-05:002011-07-14T21:11:21.332-05:00This just makes me FEEL cooler<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">With the amount of days we've had this summer in triple digits, I like to look at this picture taken in February at Peggy's Cove, Nova Scotia. It just makes me feel cooler looking at it.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAp8cxRtXVbOljs2i_e7UKiN49F6hRDcG8wakG4jCgnt4VO12pkCoF26vnsMOPFZ3RBBATlxMVYo-2rY2LzytGnaVep7bsdDGrORZgpwPQjIl2tUt6E0DxM5AsIhSifsG3gtbUo4LAIqk/s1600/2010-2011+145.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAp8cxRtXVbOljs2i_e7UKiN49F6hRDcG8wakG4jCgnt4VO12pkCoF26vnsMOPFZ3RBBATlxMVYo-2rY2LzytGnaVep7bsdDGrORZgpwPQjIl2tUt6E0DxM5AsIhSifsG3gtbUo4LAIqk/s400/2010-2011+145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629395216772751298" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">I know I'm the minority, but I'd much rather be bundled up in a coat year-round than sweating my face off in the summer. Hands down. Now I must go outside and water my flowers so they don't die.</span>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644459364746835287noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394305219000930055.post-72841709323947059152011-07-14T21:00:00.003-05:002011-07-14T21:07:26.609-05:00Harvest<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">For the first time in many, many years I was in Ellinwood during harvest. I took Zachary (and Katie and Victoria took Caden) and we headed to the field. I didn't ride in the combine, but the boys did and they had a great time. Here's a picture of them in air-conditioned comfort riding with Ryan while the rest of us sweated it out in the sunshine.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXLE9gUEspvp-9cQ804XZE_OqS992Rf0NOnvyo7UuEknk4OmhRJ_zajxxrSSh9RcevKImhoPzXs0Jfl5VKGa0aSZ5CjW8AmyieAWGSaCiqxfgumsMCDWRTEZwHL1GOR2jdmcVaLo1XLOY/s1600/2010-2011+253.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXLE9gUEspvp-9cQ804XZE_OqS992Rf0NOnvyo7UuEknk4OmhRJ_zajxxrSSh9RcevKImhoPzXs0Jfl5VKGa0aSZ5CjW8AmyieAWGSaCiqxfgumsMCDWRTEZwHL1GOR2jdmcVaLo1XLOY/s320/2010-2011+253.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629393787921272642" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">What's a trip to the field without a trip to the Dairy Queen? Well, if you're in Ellinwood, you'd have to drive a bit to find one these days. So we did the next best thing and went for the Heavenly Sno. Are these two crazy or what?<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-mGNpweYw_brfo1YpLO9gTREu4sDcF0vLqQ2Bfu97AvyHuXgSpJD6CSCeryKc9TNe-JRdPhdfmslGyeBKyBW3vpfdWoD6MzfsOH7HopXHGh7lxFvLORJlSSHOK58zwFynl4dICB137Ak/s1600/2010-2011+256.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-mGNpweYw_brfo1YpLO9gTREu4sDcF0vLqQ2Bfu97AvyHuXgSpJD6CSCeryKc9TNe-JRdPhdfmslGyeBKyBW3vpfdWoD6MzfsOH7HopXHGh7lxFvLORJlSSHOK58zwFynl4dICB137Ak/s320/2010-2011+256.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629394558234583746" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">If you're not having any fun while hanging out with Zachary and Caden, you're not trying very hard!</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644459364746835287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394305219000930055.post-10504752455201405742011-06-14T20:41:00.004-05:002011-06-14T21:03:38.834-05:00I'm still kicking<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Well, it's been a while. I wish I could stick to a schedule of posting better than I do. So much has happened since I posted in February. I went to Nova Scotia for another two-week trip in February and then made a 3-day trip to Toronto at the beginning of March. Both trips were work-related. They were right, it was much colder in February and March in Canada than it was in December when I went to Nova Scotia the first time. I got some good use out of my new Land's End down coat and super-comfy Uggs!<br /><br />Before those trips and since I've been back home it's been very busy at work. I leave work every day mentally (and sometimes physically) exhausted, but satisfied that I'm doing what I love and still learning new things all the time. We just passed the 10-year anniversary of the Wichita office of the company and as one of my co-workers aptly put it: "Sometimes frustrating; never dull."<br /><br />I've got a bunch of pictures of the lighthouse at Peggy's Cove covered in snow and from the Foggy Goggle in Halifax where I spent my last night in Nova Scotia hanging out with some pretty cool Haligonians (that's what they call themselves in Halifax) drinking some beer and chatting up a storm. There are also pictures of a night out with the girls, various family gatherings, my new great nephew Micah Bradley who was born February 5, and bunch of other things I'm sure I've forgotten about.<br /><br />I will try and download the photos soon and get some more things posted in addition to keeping the grass mowed (not doing a great job of that lately), enjoying some light summer reads and watching movies and TV shows via Netflix on my new TV.<br /></span></span></span>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644459364746835287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394305219000930055.post-66381796560922940512011-02-01T14:27:00.010-06:002011-04-04T12:23:40.152-05:00Hedwig Lives<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" >My niece, Katie, and I went down to Oklahoma City in January to see a production of "Hedwig and the Angry Inch," for which my nephew, Christopher, designed the costumes. I have to say, the denim cape he fashioned for Hedwig was my favorite. It's genius what he did with the bib overalls! He also styled the wig with wings you see in this picture.<br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigwtg_aczGdfFttwSqha3k5_BtcYvK-j_YRT5OUHqbdUEv50Kn1kH8Ld6ddoJ4t7e_Xh6BiiaBfzFggDmiNTsUDqCTLh88H4gvaLzVBmkQCOD90GmiYT0vkdhHJlhSeO5Bj1QalvgAghU/s1600/hedwig.jpg"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; height: 273px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568902126897149298" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigwtg_aczGdfFttwSqha3k5_BtcYvK-j_YRT5OUHqbdUEv50Kn1kH8Ld6ddoJ4t7e_Xh6BiiaBfzFggDmiNTsUDqCTLh88H4gvaLzVBmkQCOD90GmiYT0vkdhHJlhSeO5Bj1QalvgAghU/s320/hedwig.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" >The dude on the left is really Renee Anderson (not a dude) and the lovely lady on the right is Matt Brown, who is a dude in real life. These two rocked the stage (literally, it's a rock musical) along with The Angry Inch band and I very much enjoyed their heartfelt performance. I can't really explain well the premise of the show, but the message is pretty powerful as told by</span></span></span> Hedwig about her life growing up as a boy in East Berlin and the botched sex-change operation that allows her to leave the divided city of her birth. It's about finding the other half that completes you. And that sometimes you have to lose a piece of yourself to be free. It means even more to me now that I know how much this show has meant to Christopher.<br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" ><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsJRvAwS7XY2CwbJ9op-vpki4RMRty3vSPtb-lZlenvBuD0rT6YijSfFcylUYgeiK92rmjq5g5sfl8yKYeun3HcbjH_AwX_x2cf1bsa81MQx1owZ_wqKW5yQbLHTeNLv7jV5SGV9e00d8/s1600/Oklahoma+115.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsJRvAwS7XY2CwbJ9op-vpki4RMRty3vSPtb-lZlenvBuD0rT6YijSfFcylUYgeiK92rmjq5g5sfl8yKYeun3HcbjH_AwX_x2cf1bsa81MQx1owZ_wqKW5yQbLHTeNLv7jV5SGV9e00d8/s320/Oklahoma+115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591780127262381250" border="0" /></a>It's always fun to go down to OKC for a visit and this time I got to meet the newest member of the family, Nugget. He's almost four months old and just cute as a button. Well, see for yourself. He's not only cute, but incredibly friendly. He'll lick your face off if you let him. </span></span></span></div>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644459364746835287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394305219000930055.post-31067963943926385902010-12-11T20:58:00.014-06:002010-12-11T21:38:00.633-06:00Greetings from the Maritimes<div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;">I've been on a business trip to Halifax, Nova Scotia, one of the Canadian provinces that's part of the Maritimes. It's gorgeous. The weather got pretty chilly this week, but I like cold weather so that's really been a non-issue. I figured out pretty easily how to get from the airport to the hotel (and customs didn't even sort through my luggage) and then to the newspaper without any real issues.</span></div><div> </div><div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;">Today I took a very short road trip to see one of Nova Scotia's most popular tourist attractions. On a cold, snow flurryish day in December. You're probably asking, "Are you crazy?" and I may be, but I think it was the most perfect day to be there. The drive there was not long, but I stopped a lot to take pictures and enjoy the winter scenery. Every way you drive there are lakes and coves and beautiful, breathtaking vistas. This is one example:</span><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549633898375430850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkbVVfJ3AU_n6QIemPic-MEaO3k7QMPWDG_p84xC_hCvI-oAGSTWY2yuIViVs3sUpiwn6l8zHw5E0twfB7bB1rh4cxR5IkBHDagghrVJf8tnpJFxjI7oVa9sXA6uvDShXxIzA41GOoLKQ/s400/Chris+010.JPG" /> <div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;">And another one:</span></div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549633084492139362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF9dVHhKgbjqPV_SLTuZfktpdM30VXI4tyxH5EITXCn9Ff7dpVkJAfH3cZTevCiFa0J8KIxzEFAaCUC7escyKoQA5k1fG1XOX_vK_-xI5TEOi2trDaZJJkuyncIkRv2W10hE2T0gVMDJI/s400/Chris+022.JPG" /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;">I drove to Peggy's Cove, which is a little fishing village on the southwestern edge of the province. I would like to emphasize the word "little" because it was nothing if not small and quaint. It may be one of my new favorite places in the entire world. It became much more dear to my heart when it started snowing just before I arrived. Driving in the village, I was so glad to be here during this time of year when the tourists are not. There were still a few people visiting the lighthouse today, but many fewer than there would be in the summer months. It really doesn't need an introduction.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549630104698916562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcmMYlSMel_-BVm_zZ2Zy4i3vOsfvz5cabiFvYY3VWIzye7ecF2XzTbYrN0QiJOGvx_L_61QxFKfwnwGu8z2QKwN8Nv9IGYwAfIM0uMPg2A2oQK5ln186pEEUXIkM0lVQJnADsMXdbIL0/s400/Chris+062.JPG" /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;">And just to prove I was there, here's a contemplative self-portrait by the sea.</span></div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549631344760495922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPG1_miXHwu8UqF_cJcDVbtO0h-R2hxhGFshNrO7EXiFv_W8-c8D7rMSa6avzKZxfnrAx0l4qwrf8dVNyH2iGD9lLHTf4C15PH5C_G9U1NMWg0h5H0DBI_Nuq2c-W6MvIf_EZBrmyOt-4/s400/Chris+051.JPG" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;">It was a really good day and I feel very fortunate to be here. I also did a little shopping. I had the best time talking to a couple of ladies who were manning one of the few gift shops in the village. We had a very nice talk and I took advantage of their 30% end-of-season sale (see, it was the best time of the year to go) on everything in the store. Well, I didn't buy everything they had, but I got some really good stuff. And sipped on some yummy hot cider while I shopped. Can't wait to give away the gifts I bought today. I wish I could post pictures of those things, but I can't. Too many eyes might see what they shouldn't.</span></div></div>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644459364746835287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394305219000930055.post-81371542060273047692010-12-11T20:55:00.003-06:002010-12-11T20:58:20.468-06:00A note to the staff<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;">Dear Hospitality Staff,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;">Thank you for making my bed and for bringing around those tasty chocolates and a bottle of water each night. I really appreciate you taking such good care of me.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;">Yours truly,<br />Chris</span>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644459364746835287noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394305219000930055.post-1541180994064507402010-06-17T21:21:00.006-05:002010-06-17T21:30:29.376-05:00I can't make this stuff up<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Seen at the intersection of 25th and Arkansas. Yes, that's a small white dog in the backpack of the motorcyclist.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlP9NMYISGFsH_TlY9Xr3A5GUJ9Q6XKKnwbreob9YyKNbX4r2NgSk8ZKR9e1goLaISgdiEAUlQYKS7IaP-qLM9ULm-_mtDZGxdK6BUyuCBSmKML-9UC2CbU4P2V-PwYaJiiFZooBbp8qc/s1600/spring2010+045b.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlP9NMYISGFsH_TlY9Xr3A5GUJ9Q6XKKnwbreob9YyKNbX4r2NgSk8ZKR9e1goLaISgdiEAUlQYKS7IaP-qLM9ULm-_mtDZGxdK6BUyuCBSmKML-9UC2CbU4P2V-PwYaJiiFZooBbp8qc/s400/spring2010+045b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483934915227490626" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">They must do this often because the pooch didn't look a bit scared. </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">I was on my way to work one morning a couple of months ago when I snapped this picture. But it still makes me smile.</span>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644459364746835287noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394305219000930055.post-17704051286395242492010-06-16T18:30:00.002-05:002010-06-16T18:30:00.378-05:00Zachary turns 3!<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">In the middle of my week of vacation at the end of April, Zachary turned three years old. His</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> party was the weekend after his birthday and almost everybody was there to celebrate his special day. The day before his party I got to spend the whole day with him and Grandma Sherrie. We worked on a project to make Mother's Day gifts for his grandmas and his mommy. I think they were a big hit. We also went to the park where he made me dizzy by turning me on the spinny thing and mom laughed her fool head off when I couldn't walk. She's somewhat evil. No pictures of that because she was laughing too hard.<br /><br />His party included a cookout, cake and, of course, a pile of presents. Here he's flashing his I.D.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Oocb7v7e2WF8DY54cEvCpqz5OZPB8ceDWmgiYY2NDU9hvHYADmFlWQNdnfIgngzVHMEu7BXhw5O9XXhJ-oOu2tzaOHnPuL-jtL5N9K2neKqUaFbJi5LpDVgkyBSM0fD3cXYxRRm-sng/s1600/spring2010+052.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Oocb7v7e2WF8DY54cEvCpqz5OZPB8ceDWmgiYY2NDU9hvHYADmFlWQNdnfIgngzVHMEu7BXhw5O9XXhJ-oOu2tzaOHnPuL-jtL5N9K2neKqUaFbJi5LpDVgkyBSM0fD3cXYxRRm-sng/s320/spring2010+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483175954873542338" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Preparing to blow out the candles.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH7_nb0iFqMnNqpexp9pFvEHlHBB3jpiaJk7CrKWAtgyJvdOOvGo1ma-f-Mhl6yRp5s8HOKJpbZFaEH4SBk-srZMI1XaVoRnUAlF8tx31Wr8br1LBESSMCBxeSmUgPqgJPv3WaGnSSh1c/s1600/spring2010+059.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH7_nb0iFqMnNqpexp9pFvEHlHBB3jpiaJk7CrKWAtgyJvdOOvGo1ma-f-Mhl6yRp5s8HOKJpbZFaEH4SBk-srZMI1XaVoRnUAlF8tx31Wr8br1LBESSMCBxeSmUgPqgJPv3WaGnSSh1c/s320/spring2010+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483176318981630802" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">And tearing into the present pile with mommy reading him his card from yours truly.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBI8tM4H7Hek8DNWEBYKbq15hRs5OUWyHimH_C25y2BiZNoCACMWERRmDErtyt6I2pH8qhnhaNQ4qz9UzWDhV-meSlPrwKSsJjz-vInawgba1Yuk-ucT1rxseMLM3NdGIFCO5e6ourirI/s1600/spring2010+063.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBI8tM4H7Hek8DNWEBYKbq15hRs5OUWyHimH_C25y2BiZNoCACMWERRmDErtyt6I2pH8qhnhaNQ4qz9UzWDhV-meSlPrwKSsJjz-vInawgba1Yuk-ucT1rxseMLM3NdGIFCO5e6ourirI/s320/spring2010+063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483176835052315858" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Some of his favorite toys. I just got him boring books and clothes.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjONZg3aZVgdlmCHelYXuqJ9vxfgnuIXEeJ3Vhs2ByhYmiMsbvJoCYYRbZe_du20aoNXWUU-tW7BBzV3xcipst5m5aqJ2oP0UXARt3u43MwBQCIoxqckeD75IBJhztXKUueNjjS66dIiNc/s1600/spring2010+070.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjONZg3aZVgdlmCHelYXuqJ9vxfgnuIXEeJ3Vhs2ByhYmiMsbvJoCYYRbZe_du20aoNXWUU-tW7BBzV3xcipst5m5aqJ2oP0UXARt3u43MwBQCIoxqckeD75IBJhztXKUueNjjS66dIiNc/s320/spring2010+070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483177408581897650" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">It's so cliche, but I cannot believe that he's already three years old. It seems like just yesterday when he was born. He's getting so big and independent and I sometimes miss that little baby. But then he says something really funny and I'm so glad he's older and more entertaining!</span>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644459364746835287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394305219000930055.post-50004755188221035082010-06-15T20:36:00.005-05:002010-06-15T21:03:38.400-05:00Singsation<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">In April I drove out to Oakley to see and hear my nephew, Jeffrey, in Singsation. On the way to Ellinwood to ride with my sister Teresa I had a tire blow out on a lonely country road in Rice County. As luck would have it, about five minutes after I pulled to the side of the road, some people whose kids I used to babysit drove by on their way to Wichita. Clayton was instrumental</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> (OK, he did the whole thing) in putting on the spare. I was able to make it to Ellinwood without mishap. So grateful they came by when they did.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpYPTmQmHhKjEM238dkTz-f2hjbK3Xx8g_C1bWpjcyHKTPIsk2PbeTXSWV1nc1cpzCKoxfmOsdNgnst_Yx7fP3shl-4Sy6sGfvW-1BPEi8MHXjYSsM1VwnaLwhA4r3SkbufGcl3LKX6L0/s1600/spring2010+042.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpYPTmQmHhKjEM238dkTz-f2hjbK3Xx8g_C1bWpjcyHKTPIsk2PbeTXSWV1nc1cpzCKoxfmOsdNgnst_Yx7fP3shl-4Sy6sGfvW-1BPEi8MHXjYSsM1VwnaLwhA4r3SkbufGcl3LKX6L0/s320/spring2010+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483185897002774178" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">They kicked off the show in their fanciest outfits. Jeffrey's the second from the left in the back row. He did a great job on his solo of "I Want a Hippopotamus For Christmas" which he heard for the first time last year in my car. He was really nervous, but I was so proud of him. Some of the other solos...well, not so much. They were all way ahead of me, though, because I'd never get up and sing in front of a crowd. Ever. At least not without a lot of alcohol first.<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCjB8beUT73CSamBHhmnnhnVW-bHNTWRAxxTQxWtOWmpNA7IwE6GQy9smymJycgwc72thP7W6oTw9BwviP20mR88cblZ_KbUXNpvPkaWkCjGxZkqa5UJkJyJsFuTwo1IvAKVrhyphenhyphencH8d10/s1600/spring2010+035.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCjB8beUT73CSamBHhmnnhnVW-bHNTWRAxxTQxWtOWmpNA7IwE6GQy9smymJycgwc72thP7W6oTw9BwviP20mR88cblZ_KbUXNpvPkaWkCjGxZkqa5UJkJyJsFuTwo1IvAKVrhyphenhyphencH8d10/s320/spring2010+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483183702834719474" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">He also joined the rest of the boys in the Oakley Plainsman Singers for "Goober Peas" and he's the goober on the right in this picture.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTmn_T3iwSuYnXy8dImEVJleLR_Vxx9ItCXCOis3NNj6TPY-JJkncyO_4-4qwXD-fObiqUSNoh5KQtAR6zgJ9oRWj0HIBWsiDBB0y8BR4KKx283faj-gnA7dzGQQOXzDCpFmuQ36OOIss/s1600/spring2010+037.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTmn_T3iwSuYnXy8dImEVJleLR_Vxx9ItCXCOis3NNj6TPY-JJkncyO_4-4qwXD-fObiqUSNoh5KQtAR6zgJ9oRWj0HIBWsiDBB0y8BR4KKx283faj-gnA7dzGQQOXzDCpFmuQ36OOIss/s320/spring2010+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483184731248429666" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">We had a good time and I was glad I made the trip out for it. I needed new tires anyway.</span>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644459364746835287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394305219000930055.post-52208929684368210102010-06-15T20:30:00.003-05:002010-06-15T21:17:50.840-05:00Easter weekend<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">My birthday fell on Good Friday this year and I was lucky to have that day off from work. It was the day I got the official offer letter for my new job at Brainworks. It was a really good day, despite the fact I turned a year older.<br /><br />Zach was really the only little kid around on Easter Sunday. He had a great time helping hide</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> Easter eggs with Katie and I. We'd each take turns hiding them with him and then he'd help the other one find the same eggs he'd just hidden. It was pretty comical. We had gorgeous weather that day and ended up spending a lot of time outside. Here Zach and Katie are finding the eggs I helped him hide.<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUWqw8X0_ZbxLdwmZH-eRQ4rnxhd1P6plsg9JHLa0waCMQ175_6QBliw4dS7LMOTrsuM_ai64fU8_EIyM7_pyO_HrJAu163uyJ0yaiDoGUoQ6sP0LmAu2hxFqILmBt2HNjfAU6Y2MDbJk/s1600/spring2010+015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUWqw8X0_ZbxLdwmZH-eRQ4rnxhd1P6plsg9JHLa0waCMQ175_6QBliw4dS7LMOTrsuM_ai64fU8_EIyM7_pyO_HrJAu163uyJ0yaiDoGUoQ6sP0LmAu2hxFqILmBt2HNjfAU6Y2MDbJk/s320/spring2010+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483187175114294994" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Hiding eggs with them made me remember hiding them when I was a kid. It brought back some really good memories. I've always loved Easter since it's usually right around my birthday. I hid an egg in this tree that I ran over with the mower right after my parents planted it. I know I stunted that tree's growth, but it's still alive even though it hasn't really grown that much. Oops! Even though my mom never said anything about it at the time, she told me she definitely noticed it when it happened. Mom always knows! Eyes. In. Back. Of. Head.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8_rC6UaBUuEin0r143QKLDKKq00Ht9Tqi5h94t9KSpIP7A6Sz9y090rHvlYq3EjVrYhHLi2r6koSL4FZOUCDbmc23vHaML8qK5Anb6Np8hSg3oDwOPHeYLWcHEXWnVWQfoagoA3HU6Ew/s1600/spring2010+013.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8_rC6UaBUuEin0r143QKLDKKq00Ht9Tqi5h94t9KSpIP7A6Sz9y090rHvlYq3EjVrYhHLi2r6koSL4FZOUCDbmc23vHaML8qK5Anb6Np8hSg3oDwOPHeYLWcHEXWnVWQfoagoA3HU6Ew/s320/spring2010+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483188112785637266" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">After egg hunting was over, Katie and Zach got into a fight with sticks. They're so weird.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwyDH3XXUE7DAJrIAJncod75Q42RdbKRuK_XH4DglioMWIqzyObEy_PEclrtWM0YQoGvtG1WHxkaGHXjEK9H74_k7jL6-__u18DBA3nkHiMk-PeHprSMP9lgy3kuXJjHASkionz6w-o6c/s1600/spring2010+017.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwyDH3XXUE7DAJrIAJncod75Q42RdbKRuK_XH4DglioMWIqzyObEy_PEclrtWM0YQoGvtG1WHxkaGHXjEK9H74_k7jL6-__u18DBA3nkHiMk-PeHprSMP9lgy3kuXJjHASkionz6w-o6c/s320/spring2010+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483189703657265458" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644459364746835287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394305219000930055.post-70923285423864793542010-06-15T20:02:00.005-05:002010-06-15T20:10:49.323-05:00Better late than never, right?<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">As my family will point out, I'm a bit of a tardy blogger. I really do mean well, it's just that life gets in the way. Not to mention a new job (this is week seven already) and a healthy dose of sleep on the weekends. But I'm back and I'm vowing (yes, again) to be a better blogger.<br /><br />The first three months of the year I spent every Wednesday night with a great group of folks as part of my job. I really enjoyed coaching that group of couples on the skills they were learning in their marriage education workshop. It was a great way to round out my employment with Marriage for Keeps. My job there ended on April 30 and I was lucky enough to be able to have the last week as vacation before I started the new job. Here's a picture of workshop facilitator</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> Brian talking to the group. That's the other facilitator, Rachel, facing the camera.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT0COfKLXF8skJf0i7BbtJmw3v6ArP0BK5dKWM1Panh1n7fGW4wmqcwUcTnAFzZi79FVqucmQN5T-PdnJavX5rpYbB-5xL89cZxurPgr59YKzxkarn85KvMlrJxseQUcrhNjUmQSLuf58/s1600/Spring2010+006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT0COfKLXF8skJf0i7BbtJmw3v6ArP0BK5dKWM1Panh1n7fGW4wmqcwUcTnAFzZi79FVqucmQN5T-PdnJavX5rpYbB-5xL89cZxurPgr59YKzxkarn85KvMlrJxseQUcrhNjUmQSLuf58/s320/Spring2010+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483171823406185634" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Because of confidentiality reasons I can't post a picture of the group even though I took one the last night we met. If you were in that group and want a copy of the picture I took, post a message and I'll e-mail it to you.<br /><br />I miss my co-workers at MfK because they're a group of awesome individuals, but I'm really diggin' the new job. What's not to like about the relaxed dress code, "normal" work hours, and the satisfaction of helping people work through their computer problems? Nothing, that's what.<br /><br />Stay tuned. More to come...<br /></span>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644459364746835287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394305219000930055.post-10961455383205964462010-04-01T17:51:00.004-05:002010-04-01T17:57:31.423-05:00Spring is springing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv36cnlegFVisk4GycRg6xx4NOXcvEwmbAmm7QmWd6LIBIe2zQnimi69EbAVYvnW1e_e4Bt90kA4vvYLHtFI0xH_m1EG-Mj6NYOK_i-13JmOaqLFXl40rm49w4BbnEy0toAYC6MGG_w-4/s1600/Spring2010+009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv36cnlegFVisk4GycRg6xx4NOXcvEwmbAmm7QmWd6LIBIe2zQnimi69EbAVYvnW1e_e4Bt90kA4vvYLHtFI0xH_m1EG-Mj6NYOK_i-13JmOaqLFXl40rm49w4BbnEy0toAYC6MGG_w-4/s400/Spring2010+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455306694688199890" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">The forsythia in my back yard bloomed this week. I think it looks so pretty. If the photo looks blurry it's because the wind has been blowing constantly (it seems anyway) this week. It never seems like there's a moment it's not blowing in the wind.<br /><br />Five years ago about this time my friends Lucy, Ian, William and Ellen were here from England for a visit. They bought the forsythia (they pronounce it for-sigh-thia) for me on that trip and we planted it together. I never look at it without thinking of them. And just in time for my birthday, I received a card from them in the mail yesterday. Happy spring, friends!</span><br /></span>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644459364746835287noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394305219000930055.post-79942512562176097722010-03-29T18:25:00.007-05:002010-04-01T17:49:04.955-05:00OKC trip<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" >A couple of weeks ago (OK, almost a month ago) I went down to Oklahoma City with my mom and sisters for our annual girls’ weekend. Jenny studied on the way down (she has to keep up her perfect 4.0 GPA in grad school, you know). As usual it was filled with lots of laughter and some really good food.<br /><br />Christopher, one of my nephews, lives in Oklahoma City and works at a couple of restaurants. We went to one of them while he was at work and it was a great experience. Ingrid’s is a German bakery and restaurant. We dined there on the Saturday for lunch and my reuben was excellent, but the slice of German chocolate cake I ate for dessert was the best I’ve ever had. It was so good I took a picture of it and my sister, Teresa, made fun of me. On the left is mom's strawberry cake. On the right is Teresa's coconut cake. My German chocolate is in the middle.</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" > It really was divine.<br /><br /></span><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirzi7YhfS3rA9Lww8lpnrOqmzXVhyPLxmPwoKaKVTwahVAyABR1Wp85spJPyZ9YBkNeTVya7jyw9vboxXg5QvMUOFHki0AVkUGZv9ZiMScIMlsgGm1MNJU_Sp7Gzq70s2COhoqF3Whg8M/s1600/Spring2010+003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirzi7YhfS3rA9Lww8lpnrOqmzXVhyPLxmPwoKaKVTwahVAyABR1Wp85spJPyZ9YBkNeTVya7jyw9vboxXg5QvMUOFHki0AVkUGZv9ZiMScIMlsgGm1MNJU_Sp7Gzq70s2COhoqF3Whg8M/s320/Spring2010+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455303700641309234" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" >There was live music when we got there but they put away their instruments not long after we arrived. Ingrid’s was featured on a recent episode of “Diners, Drive-Ins & Dives” on the Food Network. We got to meet Maggie, the kitchen manager, who showed Guy Fieri how they make their famous reubens. Search for it on YouTube if you haven’t seen it.</span> <br /><p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Here’s a picture of Christopher at work behind the counter. He’s very photogenic, don’t you think?</span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgacd4En97SZZnbAeuC0rlfkvDc8DIp2_Z7Qkrfya6O-kC1MnzKu7yMsuPXV4pSNhz7K1yikdndvwxZ7tedo2taKqutj3TISUHVRZ7Njic3zkdiFvgbermG-iLAWAFH8z0QKpkpv8E_sHk/s1600/Spring2010+005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgacd4En97SZZnbAeuC0rlfkvDc8DIp2_Z7Qkrfya6O-kC1MnzKu7yMsuPXV4pSNhz7K1yikdndvwxZ7tedo2taKqutj3TISUHVRZ7Njic3zkdiFvgbermG-iLAWAFH8z0QKpkpv8E_sHk/s320/Spring2010+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455303858749073522" border="0" /></a></p> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">We also ate at Iron Starr barbeque and it was delicious as always. Sorry no pictures of that.</span></div> <div style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">There was also a healthy dose of slot machine play for my sister, Jenny, who has a bit of a gambling itch that needs scratching every now and then. Mom, Teresa and I were happy with about three hours’ worth of gambling. Jenny needed about eight hours’ worth. So we left her there and picked her up later. Very little shopping this year. Mostly we just hung out, ate and played cards. It was so much fun I'm ready to go again.</span></div>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644459364746835287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394305219000930055.post-32083036487097412032010-03-02T20:36:00.008-06:002010-03-02T20:44:16.336-06:00A Keeper photo<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">In January I went to Exploration Place with Jennifer, Bella and Jake to get a sneak preview of the Mr. Potato Head exhibit. We weren't really that impressed with it and Bella was very unimpressed with the costumed spud, but she did consent to one photo with him.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvyk5Pcf7D5rgf8bn1AzqLhmSIAoI8XFFgM2evE7kdsXyofDJHVdv_DWNt4b5BusOdfvxVpYpq1VX31WhMWPBDUR9iQIV5-QyPpqSWUbVcgPizL_JgiGNNQI-6POHGv4lMyNczhagYRKY/s1600-h/Fall2009+013.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvyk5Pcf7D5rgf8bn1AzqLhmSIAoI8XFFgM2evE7kdsXyofDJHVdv_DWNt4b5BusOdfvxVpYpq1VX31WhMWPBDUR9iQIV5-QyPpqSWUbVcgPizL_JgiGNNQI-6POHGv4lMyNczhagYRKY/s320/Fall2009+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444232292732999554" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">After this picture was snapped she wouldn't go near him and hid behind me every time we saw him.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQFr0sAEcRjbF1vNVmktzrI1JPUAoUs3RkloiAC4vvp9CHCktSpsSSjZbdCvigMv3cY4KjF_HdGgTnf1Ekjo669H0LoCkbkUSTVA9zxxsQGk0v2ESWqjAmnDwu083Ff5qrMd6OihXFl-Y/s1600-h/Fall2009+018.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQFr0sAEcRjbF1vNVmktzrI1JPUAoUs3RkloiAC4vvp9CHCktSpsSSjZbdCvigMv3cY4KjF_HdGgTnf1Ekjo669H0LoCkbkUSTVA9zxxsQGk0v2ESWqjAmnDwu083Ff5qrMd6OihXFl-Y/s320/Fall2009+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444232069796634770" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">When we left EP the flames at the Keeper of the Plains were ablaze. Here's a picture I took that turned out pretty good, for an amateur photographer</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">.</span>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644459364746835287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394305219000930055.post-81263940048274234922010-03-02T19:11:00.000-06:002010-03-03T14:46:48.770-06:00Happy Vietnamese New Year!A couple of weeks ago I had lunch at Saigon on Broadway. Behold, the number 56:<br /><div style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbDrsJVX0RsbElT1RtGcfM8Tpis36OUezrGjBtIEXY9BV-U-2NvwvPm13Ynq8Shqpe2M8Wufz1JyigX4uGKOgshFQXQ-IX7H_1OeETzIrUMeIc1vWBuUPRTuxA8U8AoKRmbMXiSHGe57M/s1600-h/Fall2009+022.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444210532128470722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbDrsJVX0RsbElT1RtGcfM8Tpis36OUezrGjBtIEXY9BV-U-2NvwvPm13Ynq8Shqpe2M8Wufz1JyigX4uGKOgshFQXQ-IX7H_1OeETzIrUMeIc1vWBuUPRTuxA8U8AoKRmbMXiSHGe57M/s320/Fall2009+022.jpg" /></a></div><div style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"></div><div style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"></div><div style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)">It was the perfect day for lunch at Saigon. They had entertainment to celebrate Vietnamese New Year, which included the popping of firecrackers outside (to ward off the evil spirits) and some drum music and two dragons winding their way through the restaurant during the lunch rush. I'm sure they symbolized something, but I don't know what. I liked the atmosphere, though. It was lunch AND a show!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHC61f9s7Os_E2K9sHTiovM76iRwfVRDz-ergBtwaIX-vlt0MyeqiLspv8NSq6osGuurZXztsi602riR8hzY76pOTt74wY0ETrnpAQhOCzQp5YOJNRwvBOM__vsPrsCvyUrWK3orlYS_Y/s1600-h/Fall2009+024.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444210736533509330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHC61f9s7Os_E2K9sHTiovM76iRwfVRDz-ergBtwaIX-vlt0MyeqiLspv8NSq6osGuurZXztsi602riR8hzY76pOTt74wY0ETrnpAQhOCzQp5YOJNRwvBOM__vsPrsCvyUrWK3orlYS_Y/s320/Fall2009+024.jpg" /></a><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)">As you can see I wasn't the only one taking pictures of this event.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg25p7WCWeqUCI1sDmmir0VFCzi4fUCDfxxyJxGFmlVqhufgjEvY54krm0r27IurSLefOkQZ_tjYd15vXtNIZsUoQd9kX8Pf54uZ6iLH8N8HIvbqUK1BiTLlFsd00UPgnMvKRKdrqkV3-Y/s1600-h/Fall2009+021.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444210913812435154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg25p7WCWeqUCI1sDmmir0VFCzi4fUCDfxxyJxGFmlVqhufgjEvY54krm0r27IurSLefOkQZ_tjYd15vXtNIZsUoQd9kX8Pf54uZ6iLH8N8HIvbqUK1BiTLlFsd00UPgnMvKRKdrqkV3-Y/s320/Fall2009+021.jpg" /></a>After we'd eaten, we also got to pick out an envelope from a basket. Each envelope (or ours anyway) contained a Power Ball $1 quick pick. I am sad to report that I didn't win anything, but it was a good day to lunch at one of my favorite places. </div>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644459364746835287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394305219000930055.post-19422191888298277062010-01-04T22:56:00.026-06:002010-01-05T11:04:20.297-06:00Christmas 2009<span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)">My sister, Teresa (the oldest), has been cyber-stalking me to post a new blog. Behold some</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"> pictures from Christmas 2009.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_dMfserSK8r3UoZcqnbJJgrzV9z-LrkVxA-whYGSdkxKNY-Z1krl4Ahp9qUw8sgVzePbiqHYZFAYlF2sMYLGRLTlVtjYGiiUP0vl7crQHUQKNUxg4hT3y_Q1p3BKrJoULDzgOlpLm9s0/s1600-h/Christmas2009+044.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423117441074362594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_dMfserSK8r3UoZcqnbJJgrzV9z-LrkVxA-whYGSdkxKNY-Z1krl4Ahp9qUw8sgVzePbiqHYZFAYlF2sMYLGRLTlVtjYGiiUP0vl7crQHUQKNUxg4hT3y_Q1p3BKrJoULDzgOlpLm9s0/s320/Christmas2009+044.jpg" /></a><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)">This first picture is of the nativity set my sisters gave me for my birth</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)">day. It's beautiful and the most fancy nativity I've ever owned. I loved looking at it over the holidays and just recently put it away. I added the tree in the back which was purchased at Barrier's liquidation sale last month.</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"><br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj49J5xqSWTwExBoq58cNJJiNIPpeo-4BD4jJRlIFdYLYfzTcgCel3ra_txWMJh4i-NDsPM0JoGcKkrAtrgfleN1O_mJT0t-DwdKVndjtbMag0t7yJV2MgpKlrgZvN0t1xhoX-am_ycZeQ/s1600-h/Christmas2009+012.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423117210533748418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj49J5xqSWTwExBoq58cNJJiNIPpeo-4BD4jJRlIFdYLYfzTcgCel3ra_txWMJh4i-NDsPM0JoGcKkrAtrgfleN1O_mJT0t-DwdKVndjtbMag0t7yJV2MgpKlrgZvN0t1xhoX-am_ycZeQ/s320/Christmas2009+012.jpg" /></a><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)">My sisters and I have a gift ball that we pass around each Christmas. This Christmas Teresa had</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"> the gift ball and was responsible for purchasing gifts for us (we include mom in this tradition, too, she just doesn't ever have to buy presents). We went to Teresa's house and she served us yummy tea in her pretty Christmas cups and we snacked on brea</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)">ds that she'd baked. My favorite is her almond poppyseed bread. This year she got us Christmas ornaments that are ceramic boxes shaped like Hershey's Kisses that were</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"> also filled with Kisses. Don't have a picture of them since I've already stowed the decorations,</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"> bu</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)">t it's really cute. Mine is red. Mom and Jenny got green. Next year Jenny will have the ball.<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4tuLCEzxw1LMgx2Mr1o7Smwzcjq3UWRJQ-GmEI7OlaT-m_TH2Yx21OvaBd-vtQqg8lXzTPsa5ce_eDOGSEnXzk7cFTZHdPoqkdLkF29nYqW3T4rzO0RpgoBbaA_b41dDuLQOiSJ5aqLQ/s1600-h/Christmas2009+016.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423119592831739218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4tuLCEzxw1LMgx2Mr1o7Smwzcjq3UWRJQ-GmEI7OlaT-m_TH2Yx21OvaBd-vtQqg8lXzTPsa5ce_eDOGSEnXzk7cFTZHdPoqkdLkF29nYqW3T4rzO0RpgoBbaA_b41dDuLQOiSJ5aqLQ/s320/Christmas2009+016.jpg" /></a><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)">My oldest nephew, Andrew, was in charge of passing out presents.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuZFjkoLhmcNZXlEK4UTZV3yIvjPdC_FEIdBWSUev1yvcLKGR6Vm9-21sBn-Ua51RYDMoc3Gd9o1qp0wHbfCodOdEgftxeR8rOfDBPOXLLoahx01sgeI_KOx4cZDhcLpeebVEiH6tnZgI/s1600-h/Christmas2009+017.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423119976011243538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuZFjkoLhmcNZXlEK4UTZV3yIvjPdC_FEIdBWSUev1yvcLKGR6Vm9-21sBn-Ua51RYDMoc3Gd9o1qp0wHbfCodOdEgftxeR8rOfDBPOXLLoahx01sgeI_KOx4cZDhcLpeebVEiH6tnZgI/s320/Christmas2009+017.jpg" /></a><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)">Zach peering in as Grandma opens one of her presents. That lunch box he's holding was something I played with as a kid - a vintage toy if you will.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5zhHeEn4iwzXanEeJ1SN8f5eqrK-OQ2Hr3KQ70J-cTCxQxu_ahB9DNZ0Si_2J7lko9z29c2fZYjRjgKujWKKaiucjtr_0pRbYRzTW2Hd86k1LKNAPYA7pdW3qeUoeRENQM85734VHH2E/s1600-h/Christmas2009+021.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423120501150833714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5zhHeEn4iwzXanEeJ1SN8f5eqrK-OQ2Hr3KQ70J-cTCxQxu_ahB9DNZ0Si_2J7lko9z29c2fZYjRjgKujWKKaiucjtr_0pRbYRzTW2Hd86k1LKNAPYA7pdW3qeUoeRENQM85734VHH2E/s320/Christmas2009+021.jpg" /></a><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)">Caden (with his mom, Rachel) opening his present from me: Toy Story pajamas and a Tupperware pitcher and four cups for his play kitchen at home.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlJu2SRqvn_3Y89HG6_eZn688whzn3gkIajFQWnIch9gpXy0Cg6IkWm6oHFmM1twd-QHx80S9_ByKXjLEz-hYfM98JKwafm4muaFTSWrETQoMtZYBXgh-AxGYRaYq_IsaDiAJ5k4ygWnY/s1600-h/Christmas2009+026.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423121047384693906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlJu2SRqvn_3Y89HG6_eZn688whzn3gkIajFQWnIch9gpXy0Cg6IkWm6oHFmM1twd-QHx80S9_ByKXjLEz-hYfM98JKwafm4muaFTSWrETQoMtZYBXgh-AxGYRaYq_IsaDiAJ5k4ygWnY/s320/Christmas2009+026.jpg" /></a><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)">Terri, Zach and Mark opening gifts. I had Mark's name and gave him a rear-view mirror for </span><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)">their Rhino and the second Diners, Drive-ins and Dives cookbook. He's a big fan of the show.<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLLFHFSQKU1XGRnkbA-hkNXGXJvptMn_A5fpc0WmP49u_g4WEvm7DYuBIvhcQA3mx74vLeNDymsqdTj7mzTmYeuQPNQBVTiCyT3rxbLhajkzfc0z2Jmgo8oKvEhIvjYpKVLn3jeQbcGGU/s1600-h/Christmas2009+025.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423121619568525490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLLFHFSQKU1XGRnkbA-hkNXGXJvptMn_A5fpc0WmP49u_g4WEvm7DYuBIvhcQA3mx74vLeNDymsqdTj7mzTmYeuQPNQBVTiCyT3rxbLhajkzfc0z2Jmgo8oKvEhIvjYpKVLn3jeQbcGGU/s320/Christmas2009+025.jpg" /></a><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)">Teresa with one of the Santa heads she got. Anissa, Kyle and Victoria are also tearing into their presents.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKe3rEYIOyLoQAjKEhGJ1XnYzovX5mQDl-EWSAhu7-dCavOGT-0rfBAwNxifMvSlGolgXBNuhDvcea8ZdLBiZ4Bg1OBEjvZ3foan5sHo1zzvsonQ8Ccb1azRRHTZDRtlG8cpd8e2gpDUc/s1600-h/Christmas2009+027.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423122138552308706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKe3rEYIOyLoQAjKEhGJ1XnYzovX5mQDl-EWSAhu7-dCavOGT-0rfBAwNxifMvSlGolgXBNuhDvcea8ZdLBiZ4Bg1OBEjvZ3foan5sHo1zzvsonQ8Ccb1azRRHTZDRtlG8cpd8e2gpDUc/s320/Christmas2009+027.jpg" /></a><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)">Katie, Frank, Jenny, Fred, Jessica and Cody were around the corner. This was the first Christmas since my mom and dad's house remodel was finished. It was nice to have enough room for</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"> everybody. The only drawback is not being able to see everybody at once.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO1RdXTJh5a7LBYHA17E9eUrZU0cOu07t1PMVH91ikiB4Ckc56fHsvjcHdlAyx-F4FJ7EP3m3uIDK3Wa7XaV9seEQiEhxCZGd9ol2nkWBkwffi3VoWvRADqkBwShnJrgq1LKTSOyUdwsU/s1600-h/Christmas2009+014.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423122894693496594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO1RdXTJh5a7LBYHA17E9eUrZU0cOu07t1PMVH91ikiB4Ckc56fHsvjcHdlAyx-F4FJ7EP3m3uIDK3Wa7XaV9seEQiEhxCZGd9ol2nkWBkwffi3VoWvRADqkBwShnJrgq1LKTSOyUdwsU/s320/Christmas2009+014.jpg" /></a><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)">My nephew, Christopher, with his nephew, Caden.<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzJcMY6pMeTxCLlXi69L8cy0JOIGEvBIL0n7qYcBgDmE7gQe8KxkuLiB1lp7LmEClzK27PlLrK1GrcxRmQ7CXsdCqoaxrMbPTOAbBN7_h7c4F-W5-SjnK5JkCn0cq1VjSa3xxFh03m7ng/s1600-h/Christmas2009+033.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423123409311434178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzJcMY6pMeTxCLlXi69L8cy0JOIGEvBIL0n7qYcBgDmE7gQe8KxkuLiB1lp7LmEClzK27PlLrK1GrcxRmQ7CXsdCqoaxrMbPTOAbBN7_h7c4F-W5-SjnK5JkCn0cq1VjSa3xxFh03m7ng/s200/Christmas2009+033.jpg" /></a><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)">My mom's birthday is Christmas</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizgLfVGgcm7_3xKyIS-O0eLwUUi4L8VA0IXEXJz6GCZDOa8mbxyXCX1ghH1VWGKH6vuM6mL5nThZa6m_lc7uqBy_3n5lIiaeVeGUC3BZU1HsnkKtTazjKuPW5SVLLWonaM2z_YAgXAM-0/s1600-h/Christmas2009+037.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423124219474077634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizgLfVGgcm7_3xKyIS-O0eLwUUi4L8VA0IXEXJz6GCZDOa8mbxyXCX1ghH1VWGKH6vuM6mL5nThZa6m_lc7uqBy_3n5lIiaeVeGUC3BZU1HsnkKtTazjKuPW5SVLLWonaM2z_YAgXAM-0/s200/Christmas2009+037.jpg" /></a><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"> Eve. We alw</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)">ays get her the</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"> prettiest birthday cakes. This one tasted as good as it looks. Caden and Zach (as did the rest of us) du</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)">g into some c</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)">ake after </span><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)">opening</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"> presents.<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIqpjTr5Z_pouxMP_4njBPNzbvJgIgVlR71C6_pEXZArV9MiYxwOlt4X-Pq2CT1foKVHXfxf-CTQIZ2yozgjR-0Xg_s583f8e5NWb2-mYyTmoR-DtqkWmBOrSza-9BR6vLavNpdShtR30/s1600-h/Christmas2009+034.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423124854471601026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIqpjTr5Z_pouxMP_4njBPNzbvJgIgVlR71C6_pEXZArV9MiYxwOlt4X-Pq2CT1foKVHXfxf-CTQIZ2yozgjR-0Xg_s583f8e5NWb2-mYyTmoR-DtqkWmBOrSza-9BR6vLavNpdShtR30/s320/Christmas2009+034.jpg" /></a><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)">Zach got a wagon from grandma Sherrie and grandpa. He liked it when we took turns pulling him through the house. He and Caden both got in and took rides, too. This shot also highlights the new flooring my parents got in their kitchen and dining room right before Thanksgiving. It's one of the final steps in their renovation process. The only thing left to do is finish up the trim and paint touch-ups.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRofRCKuAk0Ltb6urdTuzfqOVI-OybFZcQRkYlZwZ7DsLpmbxvebkUqYmew2sGDQYIkDan0PeVMqhdo2_lWVXvnz27ax71mW2pRv1gJ1cdEXvk3fy8owtaTawM8MopT-0xq1RLPjk_YnU/s1600-h/Christmas2009+039.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423125705924070370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRofRCKuAk0Ltb6urdTuzfqOVI-OybFZcQRkYlZwZ7DsLpmbxvebkUqYmew2sGDQYIkDan0PeVMqhdo2_lWVXvnz27ax71mW2pRv1gJ1cdEXvk3fy8owtaTawM8MopT-0xq1RLPjk_YnU/s320/Christmas2009+039.jpg" /></a><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)">My sisters, Jenny and Teresa, on Christmas Day during our card-playing extravaganza.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHMxJvLG_YgQVDmQ4lXpRQxHZFaorDYdam3JkpbaeK_EFUvFsfzePlyuH3DmZHjescR7Zz5pQVnwIJK5EZvB5oz5eIB0KzJoEEebTYS3epd5RChI1PoTYfbMSKA2TLYdPFKfYMDNWYp6s/s1600-h/Christmas2009+040.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423126336114508802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHMxJvLG_YgQVDmQ4lXpRQxHZFaorDYdam3JkpbaeK_EFUvFsfzePlyuH3DmZHjescR7Zz5pQVnwIJK5EZvB5oz5eIB0KzJoEEebTYS3epd5RChI1PoTYfbMSKA2TLYdPFKfYMDNWYp6s/s320/Christmas2009+040.jpg" /></a><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)">Two of my nephews, Jeffrey and Christopher, during my worst game of rummy ever on Christmas Day.<br /></span>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644459364746835287noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394305219000930055.post-20468033923020920732009-10-16T20:45:00.007-05:002009-10-16T21:00:15.010-05:00RENT is awesome<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">My nephew, Christopher, is in a production of "RENT" at the Pollard Theatre in Guthrie, Oklahoma. Guthrie is the neatest town and although I'm slightly biased, the production of "RENT" is quite superb. Here are some photos that I swiped off the Pollard's Facebook page.<br /><br />The first one is a promotional photo of the cast. Christopher is on the stairs (halfway up) with his</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> leg up on the railing. He makes a very attractive homeless person, doesn't he?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk38pv-BOh-WFBbm5pKofXeWHUrrxe9SYDsGmHMq7s5lhi6R_bowndlSeqpmwT0o_7o8qEIaCuLwybZ2SbOlqI3FLJsHJ52IYjf4VIiaDzRETuMn6Bg3dI4l5Lg9ppmlmFafdhroxeNEs/s1600-h/rentpub.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk38pv-BOh-WFBbm5pKofXeWHUrrxe9SYDsGmHMq7s5lhi6R_bowndlSeqpmwT0o_7o8qEIaCuLwybZ2SbOlqI3FLJsHJ52IYjf4VIiaDzRETuMn6Bg3dI4l5Lg9ppmlmFafdhroxeNEs/s320/rentpub.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393379704373753698" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">He's part of the Company (or Ensemble, if you prefer). One of his roles is Squeegie Man. Say it with me "honest living, honest living, honest living"!<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsKYSXbngnDDakoZmpoiYTMs-LJ_klvSZsdQ4xNpxysKtAEKRbx34jTXSiICiihFotwm_yWPPjcdsKnT5MFEwnVLU5v4ffsqQKJTKZ1_lI50mKqM0C8pfb5kRSb-LQ8n5DdjH16LXIgwc/s1600-h/squeegie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsKYSXbngnDDakoZmpoiYTMs-LJ_klvSZsdQ4xNpxysKtAEKRbx34jTXSiICiihFotwm_yWPPjcdsKnT5MFEwnVLU5v4ffsqQKJTKZ1_lI50mKqM0C8pfb5kRSb-LQ8n5DdjH16LXIgwc/s320/squeegie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393379948632864162" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Another role is the Waiter in the Life Cafe, which gives him a solo part in one of my favorite songs, "La Vie Boheme," right before halftime (or intermission as most people know it).<br /><br />But my favorite was his solo in "Seasons of Love" right after halftime. He makes me so proud when he belts like that. Not that I had anything to do with it, but still. It gives me chills. That's him far right. I wanted to pause and rewind and listen to that moment over and over again.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig98Gyge2upZICYF0MGRmUu1oAPxa3ioI7IHqgXfFYNZVxtPkulS6w2E2dhBEEm9Z0C58GIY1t-ryCVr-pZHgPSKMdmaQPHqCGlEQr541Wc9aiB0KE3RuytF2x3uq6Vsbn5a6ev_5UIqw/s1600-h/seasonsoflove.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 117px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig98Gyge2upZICYF0MGRmUu1oAPxa3ioI7IHqgXfFYNZVxtPkulS6w2E2dhBEEm9Z0C58GIY1t-ryCVr-pZHgPSKMdmaQPHqCGlEQr541Wc9aiB0KE3RuytF2x3uq6Vsbn5a6ev_5UIqw/s400/seasonsoflove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393380676128405794" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Yes, he's sporting an actual mohawk. I'm looking forward to attending another performance before it closes at the end of the month. The rest of the cast isn't half bad, either. If you're in the neighborhood, you should check it out. Buy tickets <a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.thepollard.org">here</a>.<br /><br />Viva La Vie Boheme.</span></span>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644459364746835287noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394305219000930055.post-34352861275857604442009-10-06T21:15:00.001-05:002009-10-06T21:15:00.224-05:00Baby Jake<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtAE8FjZO8WhNjzoQkEbedQge3JJVjYyyIpiW1OaAZs2ojsvnBgwnD_u0Kpc0jp66ouWGuGe3wXVVA9MHwJyQAImqHZhlwlqHjc7whshNVqc_aZ8a3JBEcvj5FWhm3d3R2CjMNwy7DwYM/s1600-h/Miscellaneous+009.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389537954694436946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtAE8FjZO8WhNjzoQkEbedQge3JJVjYyyIpiW1OaAZs2ojsvnBgwnD_u0Kpc0jp66ouWGuGe3wXVVA9MHwJyQAImqHZhlwlqHjc7whshNVqc_aZ8a3JBEcvj5FWhm3d3R2CjMNwy7DwYM/s320/Miscellaneous+009.jpg" /></a>Turns out Bella was right that she was having a brother. <span style="color:#333333;">Jennifer, Steve and Bella welcomed baby Jake into the world on September 11. That also happens to be my dad's birthday, so I think it's a wonderful day for a birthday. He is a sweet little guy. This is a picture of me holding him just a few days after he was born. I look forward to all snuggle time I get with him!</span> <div></div>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644459364746835287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394305219000930055.post-8565501480457530802009-10-04T17:15:00.011-05:002009-10-06T12:19:11.708-05:00They got hitched<div><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51);font-size:100%;" >Oh brother! It’s been a long time since I’ve posted a blog. Lots going on in my life, but I’ll try </span><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51);font-size:100%;" >my best to recap for you.<br /></span><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)font-family:georgia;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">Mark and Terri’s wedding in Las Vegas went really well. There were a few hiccups (like the wait at the tuxedo rental place and the food not being completely ready when my fri</span><span style="font-size:100%;">end showed up to get it), but overall it was awesome.<br /><br />Zach took a swim in the tub to get himself all cleaned up so he could go get married, too.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgymytNKnPmx3P3ZFnknWuR7jUkIVW77xRMaJoeG_VMHjvFSgSBZu8WC_82h8huOdPuoHsNmCleB3NEK0voHnQofw6L_fn5TLf7hC9NgAO6_UFErMEKe-sdQ_8874217PoMR3gZsMFpYfw/s1600-h/Summer09+110.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388875388574482130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgymytNKnPmx3P3ZFnknWuR7jUkIVW77xRMaJoeG_VMHjvFSgSBZu8WC_82h8huOdPuoHsNmCleB3NEK0voHnQofw6L_fn5TLf7hC9NgAO6_UFErMEKe-sdQ_8874217PoMR3gZsMFpYfw/s320/Summer09+110.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">The wedding ceremony itself was short and sweet. The preacher said some really nice words and before too long it was all over. The bride looked</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> stunning. Here she is in the hotel room, ready to go get married.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5WrffAt39t0Tx_2sM-poRWfEIV2vbDW5vSSnXTWHNNei7xel1bnlHwgrT_75OGNhWedngdrf0S4p_lX2H2nPC8p8xAx960gCmeR9xxpcTxmY2Bfbl7YF1qUYSKVhBnIcSaM6jHvxqfrg/s1600-h/Summer09+137.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388874134854891762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5WrffAt39t0Tx_2sM-poRWfEIV2vbDW5vSSnXTWHNNei7xel1bnlHwgrT_75OGNhWedngdrf0S4p_lX2H2nPC8p8xAx960gCmeR9xxpcTxmY2Bfbl7YF1qUYSKVhBnIcSaM6jHvxqfrg/s320/Summer09+137.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"> The groom looked handsome even though he forgot to bring black socks to wear with his tuxedo. That's Mark on the right and his friend, Bo, who served as best man on the left</span><span style="font-size:100%;">. Bo didn't have black socks either. Yes, Mark was carrying a towel to mop the sweat off his brow. It was pretty hot.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEas3-INAW57GsdYzBI7jW0YM1nJCaYdxlsMtoF7bWgW4lx2W8K6wwdZZlqFB2rEYBmMjQPbdgk2mtOxgTVXDdNwhGl6OPKkdf79_EzjRrubsX3lkOgn1fYMDZxMBG6fjZnTnVBDk6bU8/s1600-h/Summer09+139.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388873069313474850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEas3-INAW57GsdYzBI7jW0YM1nJCaYdxlsMtoF7bWgW4lx2W8K6wwdZZlqFB2rEYBmMjQPbdgk2mtOxgTVXDdNwhGl6OPKkdf79_EzjRrubsX3lkOgn1fYMDZxMBG6fjZnTnVBDk6bU8/s320/Summer09+139.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">My two-year-old nephew Zach as the tuxedoed ring bearer was pretty cute, especially with the shades. Here Bo is getting his cuff links in place. That's the preacher you see in the background.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbW3kTf184qQVE7ctK4x5d8g6YULzQalSYqngmIG22mlGBLL_hyyAR-5GPyNHjPVCzNLC4BtAhQmoYrUWNHdTRUIdfZp6QDkKeHTMu5MQzamWumrxhelAzCsPb6aMwocfzWGu59mokWP4/s1600-h/Summer09+142.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388873470898838386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbW3kTf184qQVE7ctK4x5d8g6YULzQalSYqngmIG22mlGBLL_hyyAR-5GPyNHjPVCzNLC4BtAhQmoYrUWNHdTRUIdfZp6QDkKeHTMu5MQzamWumrxhelAzCsPb6aMwocfzWGu59mokWP4/s320/Summer09+142.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">Here's a photo of all my nieces and nephews who attended the wedding. Everyone was present except for Tyler and Christopher. Zach's not in the picture either because he was still having professional pictures taken with Mark and Terri.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE0HwfEa9q0COPNi84Z_1o682GIVCGX_pC7-2i_WzJbHKue_eV3t5cAS-J_Slqv4WUwU4K-RfbxjwHpbbyFCQQjmaxrCQir7ukmI4rcPctnm9v8yKk7rZiX0RoFvfz3YzPbCjjZSUR2R0/s1600-h/Summer09+151.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388875932644101266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE0HwfEa9q0COPNi84Z_1o682GIVCGX_pC7-2i_WzJbHKue_eV3t5cAS-J_Slqv4WUwU4K-RfbxjwHpbbyFCQQjmaxrCQir7ukmI4rcPctnm9v8yKk7rZiX0RoFvfz3YzPbCjjZSUR2R0/s320/Summer09+151.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">The photographer took some really nice pictures and I’d post some here but I don’t have my copies of them yet. So stay tuned.</span></div><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)font-family:georgia;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">One of the most memorable things about Vegas was, of course, the wedding. But also Zach and I went up in the Eiffel Tower replica at the Paris and watched the water show at the Bellagio from up there. He was a real trooper and walked most of the way over there all by himself. We strolled through Le Boulevard between Bally’s and Paris and he looked so cute walking with his hands in his pockets checking out the ceiling painted sky blue on the “street”. We threw coins in every fountain we passed and lots of people stopped and remarked on just how stinkin’ cute he looked. I couldn’t argue. Here's a self-portrait from the top of the Eiffel Tower. Zach had to help</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> push the button, that's why it's so close.<br /></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)" face="georgia"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwaCQ7lXnLLiiVFjJAukK4zCDkIJktRORW31vUPwuK0NONLUUCv93XcrQmj-i9Rh3hoD-EMQoWA2Wo1vUnH44SCBgpjKGp71riJoxOfLSTKMs52zobOwMpo1OX1vD6mph3Pg7Xhd93LMU/s1600-h/Summer09+206.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388874890004574082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwaCQ7lXnLLiiVFjJAukK4zCDkIJktRORW31vUPwuK0NONLUUCv93XcrQmj-i9Rh3hoD-EMQoWA2Wo1vUnH44SCBgpjKGp71riJoxOfLSTKMs52zobOwMpo1OX1vD6mph3Pg7Xhd93LMU/s320/Summer09+206.jpg" /></a></p><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51);font-size:100%;" >Once I got home from Vegas it was immediately all work, work, work again. August was really busy for us and we broke records by doing 42 intakes during the month. We’re nearing the end of the research phase of our project and we’ve got just 100 intakes to complete before the end of the year. It’s going by very quickly.<br /></span><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: georgia; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"><span style="font-size:100%;">Late in the month of August I came home one evening to find that someone had broken into my house. The front door was open when I got home and I proceeded back out through the garage while dialing 9-1-1. Two of Wichita’s finest went through the house with guns drawn but no one was still lurking inside. It doesn’t appear that anything was taken and the door was not damaged, but the door jamb where the deadbolt was engaged was broken off when they forced their way into the house. This incident has prompted me to get an alarm system and I’m sleeping better at night. The hammer I sleep with helps, too.</span></p><div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)font-family:georgia;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">After several weeks of traveling on the weekend or having to work on Saturday I'm happy to report that I've spent this weekend free of commitments. In the past three weeks I've worked two shifts at the Newman University booth at the Kansas State Fair and then I worked another shift at Newman's Party on the Ponderosa last weekend. It was great fun seeing some former professors and staff who were there when I got my degree.<br /><br />More to come soon. I promise.<br /></span></div></div>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644459364746835287noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5394305219000930055.post-13009319856473167842009-08-06T06:00:00.007-05:002009-08-06T06:00:02.227-05:00Yes, she's older than I am!<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">My sister Teresa's birthday is today. She turns 50. </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">When I was in college, Teresa came to stay with me in the dorm while our grandpa was in the hospital. She was married and had two kids by this time. One of my roommates thought she was still in high school. Unfortunately, she's never forgotten that incident and to this day, she tells people she's younger than I am. And sometimes people still believe her. This is my chance to set the record straight. She's older, people. By almost 10 years!<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">The picture below was taken on her birthday at our family reunion in Branson in 2004. She has a thing for old hats, Birkenstocks (she has the largest collection of them I've ever seen) and Bud Light, so this picture really captures the essence of her.<br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY5swQo_wJgVPev69pF4oXkr_gd81ufRyRgm4rV55VVkZMrBuQU2Zq9FkLe6ruo1l_QqK3aQJMmBi1FGVug0RRN9Ak_WzK4gk-cV0JQApiLDMaParHK3ckXcxCgv-Cv2oJ13NRAnrhkHY/s1600-h/Pictures+061.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY5swQo_wJgVPev69pF4oXkr_gd81ufRyRgm4rV55VVkZMrBuQU2Zq9FkLe6ruo1l_QqK3aQJMmBi1FGVug0RRN9Ak_WzK4gk-cV0JQApiLDMaParHK3ckXcxCgv-Cv2oJ13NRAnrhkHY/s400/Pictures+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366665628891413714" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">In the next picture she's offering a Bud Light to Codi, a one-year-old, at the same reunion. Codi got her back this past weekend (he's now six) when we were at a family party and he asked her if she was somebody's grandma! She really is somebody's grandma now (Caden's) but it was still funny. Guess you had to be there.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL9xxdUyg9s2RHFX-tKEJocpSgspPfjwfrudrbgtr_XaWVP9QpESbAonfFL9j-n0aWwCYnbBIuyko_buyQkYpnuQs9ksXSV0AfGk41HSCBkLk_t_yqRAp0f30nB-YFuzza2YhoqIrtsDo/s1600-h/Pictures+023.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL9xxdUyg9s2RHFX-tKEJocpSgspPfjwfrudrbgtr_XaWVP9QpESbAonfFL9j-n0aWwCYnbBIuyko_buyQkYpnuQs9ksXSV0AfGk41HSCBkLk_t_yqRAp0f30nB-YFuzza2YhoqIrtsDo/s320/Pictures+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366670126186005042" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">She has been saying for some time that when she turns 50 she's going to wear a tiara every day. Hey, she's officially a member of the Red Hat Society now, so I guess anything is possible!<br /><br />Happy birthday, Teresa. I can't wait to see you sitting at a slot machine gambling, drinking a Bud Light and wearing your tiara next week in Vegas!<br /></span>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11644459364746835287noreply@blogger.com1