tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49645023128297385522024-03-13T13:07:01.182-04:00Adventures of P&J&JUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger76125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964502312829738552.post-6706277709350946192011-08-14T12:57:00.002-04:002011-08-14T13:01:59.785-04:00Should have included this in the previous post...<div style="text-align: center;">KEEP YOUR GRIMY LITTLE HANDS OFF MY SCISSORS AND MY JEANS!!!!!!!!!!!</div><div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964502312829738552.post-2434013498244869362011-08-13T13:43:00.008-04:002011-08-13T14:03:07.700-04:00Things I want Jonas to know:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfw5eMsrW6wW5xWt9ASmKLt2YLyvkXwhkj0642FOY7RTtOh6qRR-ZAoHj24xNxwIJ83JXqiZ0nvoQQvCgQGvHdghQAIr7dutILqiv1reRw9SMA1OUY1IfZaQItfmk99tP5NGhoGbiuDWAS/s1600/Jonas.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfw5eMsrW6wW5xWt9ASmKLt2YLyvkXwhkj0642FOY7RTtOh6qRR-ZAoHj24xNxwIJ83JXqiZ0nvoQQvCgQGvHdghQAIr7dutILqiv1reRw9SMA1OUY1IfZaQItfmk99tP5NGhoGbiuDWAS/s320/Jonas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640400592854021570" /></a><div>
<br /></div><div>Even though I haven't learned them yet...</div><div>
<br /></div><div>-Don't be devastated by failures. Learn to embrace them. </div><div>Learn from them.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>-Adapt.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>-Be Adventurous.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>-Take chances, but learn that discipline and honest hard work is worthwhile.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>-You can do anything you heart is set on. Sing, play instruments, dance, fix cars, hit homeruns, travel the world, see poverty and suffering and seek to change it, go jeeping, camp out, explore, give to others, above these...Guard your heart. Follow Jesus. Love people.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>-You can...</div><div>
<br /></div><div>-Question conventional thought and the status quo. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>-Dream.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>-Accept adjustments because sometimes you're just one small adjustment away from outrageous success.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>-In all your endeavors, acknowledge God. He will direct you.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>-Trust that whatever he allows to happen, tragic or wonderful in your eyes, His reasons are better that yours. His logic is smarter than yours. His decisions are perfect. He unconditionally loves you. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>-I unconditionally love you.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Love, Mom</div><div>
<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964502312829738552.post-86653813031740524052011-02-17T22:26:00.002-05:002011-02-17T22:35:09.626-05:00TodayA friend told me I should keep track of my days by writing down the happenings...I thought I would do that here...then I changed my mind...I'm really going to need that leather, worn journal from Barnes and Noble to get started...so I'll work on getting that, but for now I'll tell you about today. 12 steps to quitting...<br /><br />1. Wake up in the wee hours to Jonas falling off the bed.<br />2. He doesn't even blink and I'm up for the next 4 hours.<br />3. Finally fall asleep and the other two people I live with bound out of bed.<br />4. Awaken to the sound of glass shattering in the kitchen....Jonas was doing the dishes.<br />5. Decide to leave the broken glass in the floor and get a shower.<br />6. Step out of the shower to hear Jonas running out the front door after Sasha.<br />7. Grab the closest thing to me, which is Patrick's jacket and run out the door after them.<br />8. Wave to a few friendly drivers and haul Jonas and Sasha back inside...<br />Finally it's 9 AM....<br />9. Ride my bike to Story Time at the Library...<br />10. Don't realize I'll need a LOCK...so I get mad at the librarian who tells me I can't park the bike in the foyer, just this once...and storm off and hide my bike behind the library in between the air conditioners...I know my way around that area...<br />11. After lunch I let Jonas play outside...He proceeds to drop his pants and poop in the yard...GROSS!<br />12. I give up...(not really...I actually finish out the day pretty strong, but who really cares at this point...)<br /><br />Peace<br />~JUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964502312829738552.post-15835446181669180602011-01-10T21:41:00.001-05:002011-01-10T21:41:06.556-05:00My MacgyverPatrick installed a push button on our toilet to flush it. It's too hard for Jonas to push...I turn around to see him flushing the toilet his own way...Macgyver style...How did he figure this out? Should I hide my knives?<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/11/01/10/3093.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/11/01/10/s_3093.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964502312829738552.post-55075622990422465492010-10-13T02:06:00.007-04:002010-10-13T02:53:39.657-04:00Another Sleepless Night<div><div><div><div><div>Hello everyone, this is Patrick.</div><br /><div></div><div>Why do I drink Pepsi before I go to bed? So, I am going to bore whoever is reading this blog with whatever is going through my head. </div><div></div><br /><div>If you don't already know, I am creating a catching instructional video. I think it is going to be pretty awesome. I have an awesome film crew that I am working with up in ATL. We already shot all the instruction scenes, now we just have to shoot the talking scenes. I am really excited about seeing how it is going to turn out. I have seen some work these guys have done, and they are great.</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527415665981523842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibl2EsQVgIsB_tZro_piGUXH_mrWpwoEsfORxWKjB808HNBk9S3KKs4mndq6bf9Ez-rMqZEffQvc5bsLC8Bm2hGT_N8_6BfG0rqivgEyMZhCA4VIf43ehEW_g4x1rXqJvCwWYI80hqayif/s200/DSC_0040.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527416369258390514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNEZYxlXAhRhXN43oSWcRJS3osBGzXlAne2FfxW7jtGJMok98cy7OdNJsuo-mujxhSRS4b7fBxFzCLyhoJRs3QWYsX37ms9fOuD0xg05loyOQSR3Axg_p22v5AvjFRviEg4lTEuFs6qxBC/s200/DSC_0073.JPG" /><br /><div></div><div>Also, I am running the Marine Corps Marathon on October 31st in Washington DC. I am super excited about it. I can't believe it is almost time. I have been running, but no where near what I am supposed to be running. I only run about 3 times a week. I started thinking about this the other day. I have lost 30 lbs and have not done any working out, I have only run 3 days a week for about 45 minutes to and hour. That is what the average workout should last, I think. Well, what have I done differently that I never did in the past. The only thing I have changed was getting on the Figure 8 system by Arbonne. I drink the Fizzy Tabs, I drink the protein shakes, and I take fiber. I actually mix the fiber in the protein shake to make it easier. January and I do eat healthier because of Jonas, but we still eat our burgers and pizza a couple times a week. So, really, we are not dieting. I am not saying any of this to be bragging, I just started thinking about how cool it is to know that I lost 30 lbs this year. Two years ago I trained for a sprint triathlon. I could not get below 185 lbs. After I finished the race, I did not exercise any. I got up to exactly 199 lbs. Then, at New Years, I decided to run the Gate River Run, 9.3 miles. I got down to about 185 lbs. I knew that was as low as I was ever going to get. I was in shape and nothing was changing. I mean come on, I am 31 years old. I have heard all the horror stories about what happens after you turn 30. Well, after the race, I decided to run a marathon. I have not done any more training than I did for the Gate River Run. The only thing I have changed was doing the Figure 8 program. I could not stand the Fizzy Tabs for the first 3 days. Starting on the 4th day, I loved them. Now, I am weighing in at 170 lbs and have even touched 168 lbs. So, if anyone is willing to exercise a couple times a week and use the Figure 8 products, you will see a huge change.</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 110px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527417693042481634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI2U-FTFqalLo6I42wdOzaMk0F5KLBLzxKNIAj_IQXZ2rHweBNnXZx5Bo8Mj5OsHxcsW3y2NjseN8rOHVjZk787Xnggw-1sO5g_mybuVBq9IZpwI8CdAXoyr3oHj8SYc6vlpHFMm7mO_hyphenhyphen/s200/figure+8.jpg" /><br /><div></div><div>Well, I am finally getting tired. I guess I will try this sleep thing one more time.</div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964502312829738552.post-73792788983751718682010-08-02T23:07:00.000-04:002010-08-02T23:07:00.350-04:00Day 7 - Goodbye Dear Enchanted Island of Beaches, Rainforests, and Shave IceGoodmorning!<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/02/2219.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/02/s_2219.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Good Afternoonish...kinda still morning...<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/02/2220.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/02/s_2220.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />30 hours awake, 22 hours of travel and we arrived home following day at 9:00 pm. Finally we get to hold Jonas!!! we missed him sooooo much!!!<br /><br />Thank you God for safe travels, beautiful days, amazing creation and Jonas!<br /> <br /><br />Don't call! We're still sleeping...yawn!!!<br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964502312829738552.post-87418180651461864412010-08-02T23:03:00.000-04:002010-08-02T23:03:01.149-04:00Day 6 - 2 heads are better than 1...right...So, back on track...Day 6....ahem....<br /><br />With only one more full day the pressure was on to finish our hiking...We both wanted to hike Diamond Head and Koko Head. Easy enough...we decided to do 1 in the morning and 1 in the afternoon. After packing 2 bottles of water and a granola bar we headed toward Diamond Head on foot. The bus fare was $5 and we were running low on cash...so we walked the 2 miles to the base of the crater.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/02/2192.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/02/s_2192.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /> <br />Through the crater wall<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/02/2193.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/02/s_2193.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Up the footpath, many many many stairs<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/02/2194.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/02/s_2194.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />To the at famous lookout on Oahu<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/02/2195.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/02/s_2195.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />We hiked back down the mountain, through the crater wall and down to the bus stop. We figured we would splurge on the 8 mile trip to Koko Head.<br /><br />At this point we have 1/2 bottle of water left, no snacks, and no sunscreen...<br /><br />The bus drops us off and we walk another mile to the base of Koko Head where, for the first time I realize 2 Heads are NOT better than one...especially when tuis one has over 1,100 "steps" up an incredibly steep incline...<br /><br />See the specks behind us? Those are people...dumb ones, like us who thought hiking this mountain at mid-afternoon, with no food or water all day would be fun.<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/02/2196.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/02/s_2196.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />That's not me in the picture below....no I am on the edge of the cliff trying, crawling, and crying to make it up the last 100 steps...if you look close you can see my hand grasping over the edge for dear life...<br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/02/2197.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/02/s_2197.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />The view from the top is of course incredible...was it worth it? Well, from the top it was...good thing I couldn't speak coming up...<br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/02/2198.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/02/s_2198.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I am smiling in this picture, but it is just to keep from weeping.<br /><br />Now, just so you don't get the wrong impression...I am not a wimp...I have hiked Delicate Arch, Grand Canyon, Zion National Park, Angels Landing, Manoa Falls (the day before) and many other short strenuous hikes...but let me tell you...do this hike early, with fresh legs, plenty of water, and a don't back down attitude...<br /><br />I thought I would roll down...it would be quicker and probably way less painful...my legs were total jello...noodles...shaking uncontrollably..but thank God I made it down that mountain...<br /><br />As we neared the bottom I realized we still had to walk to the bus stop...up hill...<br /><br />We made it to Cheeseburger, where we drank 1 large water and 37 cokes!!!<br /><br />Would I do it again?<br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/02/2199.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/02/s_2199.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Yeah...<br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress fromvvb my iPad<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964502312829738552.post-35269006672316411082010-08-01T17:14:00.000-04:002010-08-01T17:15:16.448-04:00Day 4 Pearl HarborHello, this is Patrick. We had planned a long day for day 4. First, we signed up for the Pearl Harbor Tour. We rode on a tour bus from our hotel to start off. It was late, so we made some friends. It seemed like any time we had down time we were looking for people to talk to. Oh well, it was cool and we got to meet different people. Finally, the bus came. We rode to Pearl Harbor. When we got there, there was a long line for the video. You start by watching a 20 minute video. So, we took a tour of the city until the line went down. We saw the capital, a temple, the palace of King Kamehameha, and some other cool sites. <br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/01/1901.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/01/s_1901.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /> The capital of Hawaii<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/01/1902.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/01/s_1902.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /> Statue of King Kamehameha at his palace<br /> It is life size. He was around 7' tall.<br /><br />After our city tour, we headed back to Pearl Harbor. When we arrived there, we watched the video. WOW, January and I learned a lot. It is crazy how every thing that happened on that day just fell into place for the Japanese. If you don't know the history of Pearl Harbor, I would suggest you look it up. Hopefully the search will tell you the same things we learned. After the video, we rode on a boat to the monument of the Arizona. The Arizona was a ship that was sunk, that is directly below the monument. <br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/01/1903.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/01/s_1903.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/01/1904.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/01/s_1904.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/01/1905.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/01/s_1905.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />After that, we rode back on the boat and hopped on the bus to head back to Wiakiki. We had planned to go and hike Diamond Head Crater. But first, we decided to take a quick nap. By the time we got ready to go hiking, Diamond Head was about to close. So, we did the next best thing and walked to a grocery store. When we got back from shopping, we went to eat at a pizza place called Giovanni's. It was GREAT. There were like 12 TV's with baseball games on every one. I loved eating there. January was very nice to me and did not get mad that I was watching the games instead of gazing into her beautiful eyes. When we finished eating we called it a day. <br /><br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad<br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Oahu,%20Hawaii&z=10'>Oahu, Hawaii</a></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964502312829738552.post-55199527032679451422010-08-01T17:13:00.000-04:002010-08-01T17:15:16.221-04:00Day 3 Snorkeling at Hanauma Bay and LuauWe are getting our under water pictures developed. This is a picture of Hanauma Bay. It was absolutely beautiful.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/01/1892.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/01/s_1892.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />OK, so our day started off by going to Hanauma Bay to go snorkeling. January was talking so big and bad. There are 3 different levels to swim (basically shallow, medium, and deep with bad under tow). You know the deep part is bad when it is called toilet bowl. Well, J said she was going to do all her swimming in level 2, because level 1 wasn't deep enough to see the big fish. Well, I wanted to stay close. If you know me very well, you know that swimming is not one of my strengths. So, January was giving me a hard time. So, I told her I would do it. Well, the water was just too cold for the tough ol' girl. She snorkeled for a total of about 10 minutes. I had to swim all alone. It was fun though. There were plenty of coral reefs in the level 1 , as you can see in the picture above, that had plenty of fish swimming in them. Yeah, snorkeling was great. The water was so clear and beautiful.<br /><br />When we finished, we got back on our bus and went to our room to get ready for the Luau.<br /><br />The place we went was called Germain's Luau. It was a lot of fun. The music was good, the dancers were good, and the food was good. They buried the pig that morning and started smoking it. They pulled it out when we got there. Needless to say, J nor I ate the pork. <br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/01/1893.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/01/s_1893.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/01/1894.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/01/s_1894.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /> <br />Yeah, that is the pig's skull. Here are some photos of the dancers.<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/01/1895.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/01/s_1895.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />He is not grabbing her, it just looks like that. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/01/1896.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/01/s_1896.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/01/1897.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/01/s_1897.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />As the show went on, one of the guys came out twirling fire. He was amazing. He stuck one lighted stick in his mouth and transferred the flame to start the fire on the other stick. INCREDIBLE! <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/01/1898.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/01/s_1898.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/01/1899.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/08/01/s_1899.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad<br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Oahu,%20Hawaii&z=10'>Oahu, Hawaii</a></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964502312829738552.post-90848119782681930222010-07-29T16:02:00.000-04:002010-07-29T16:02:00.222-04:00Day 5 Manoa FallsI have to skip to this day because it was so incredible...and as always with places like this, pictures do not do it justice.<br /><br />At the Luau the other night, the narrator said that Hawaiians are very spiritual people. There is no way you can see what we saw today and not at least acknowledge that a creator exists...<br /><br />We caught two city busses to get to the Manoa Falls trail. We left behind a tropical beach and sun and 15 miles away we had arrived in a tropical rainforest! There are 150 climate categories in the world, Hawaii has almost all of these climates. The closer we got the bigger and greener everything got!!!! we felt like we were in the Alice and Wonderland movie set!<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/29/1689.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/29/s_1689.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/29/1691.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/29/s_1691.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/29/1692.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/29/s_1692.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/29/1693.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/29/s_1693.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/29/1697.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/29/s_1697.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Manoa Falls<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/29/1699.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/29/s_1699.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />At this point most people turn around and walk back to the bus...we found a small trail climbing up the side of the mountain in the rock. Of course we headed up the mountain!!! It's always worth it to go off road!! Just a little side note-wild boar roam the mountains here-so as a precaution we told Beka to call in the troops if she didn't hear from us...<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/29/1700.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/29/s_1700.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />This is one tree. The roots grow down to the ground from the limbs.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/29/1707.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/29/s_1707.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Most parts of the trail were very narrow and had steep drop offs. You couldn't tell on some parts because the foliage was so thick.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/29/1714.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/29/s_1714.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />We walked for about an hour up up up the mountain. Some parts got really dark and thick and some parts were rainy. It looked just like Fern Gully!!! We finally got to a clearing. Off to the left a small foot trail followed the rim of the mountain. Literally 4' width at the top and steep drops on either side. The wind was very very strong, clouds were starting to settle over the mountain, our cell phone battery's were dying, we had no idea how far the trail went so we walked until we had to turn back to give ourselves enough time to get back down the mountain.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/29/1724.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/29/s_1724.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/29/1725.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/29/s_1725.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/29/1727.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/29/s_1727.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />One of the bamboo forests we walked through...It was very dense and very little light gets through even in the middle of the day!<br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/29/1730.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/29/s_1730.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />At the bus stop we were able to identify where we had just hiked. If you look about 1finger width from the left of the photo you see a small clearing. From there we hiked to the right up the dip, across the flat (looks flat from this view...nothing was flat) part, up up up to the peak of the tallest part, across that peak and then turned back...we weren't sure if it looped back around and we were running out of daylight.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/29/1732.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/29/s_1732.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />This has been my favorite day so far!!! I feel ALIVE in the outdoors!!! Whether it is in the red rock of Moab, the coffee colored river in Branford, or the rainforest of Hawaii...I choose this over commercialized, man made activities and things any day of the week!!!<br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad<br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Oahu,%20Hawaii&z=10'>Oahu, Hawaii</a></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964502312829738552.post-2458750962818957962010-07-27T20:17:00.000-04:002010-07-27T20:17:00.668-04:00Day 2 Part 2 - Circle Island Tour cont...Correction: This is Gilligan's Island<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/27/1971.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/27/s_1971.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Cliff Diving<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/27/1972.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/27/s_1972.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Sea Turtle<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/27/1973.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/27/s_1973.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/27/1974.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/27/s_1974.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Pineapple Rows: Takes 1 1/2 years to grow 1 pineapple. After the first harvest they produce up to 10 more within several more months. They get smaller and smaller, but sweeter and sweeter.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/27/1975.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/27/s_1975.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/27/1976.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/27/s_1976.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/27/1977.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/27/s_1977.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />We got Lei's made from seashells for our Anniversary!<br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/27/1978.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/27/s_1978.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad<br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Oahu,%20Hawaii&z=10'>Oahu, Hawaii</a></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964502312829738552.post-80572512909590659082010-07-27T20:07:00.000-04:002010-07-27T20:07:00.767-04:00Day 2 Part 1-Circle Island TourTIP: Book a Circle Island Tour with the Polynesian Adventure Tours after you've caught up on your sleep and before wasting a lot of time trying to decide what to do.<br /><br />Humpback Whale - mountain in background<br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/27/1950.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/27/s_1950.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Hanauma Bay<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/27/1951.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/27/s_1951.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />East side of Island<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/27/1952.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/27/s_1952.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /> <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/27/1953.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/27/s_1953.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/27/1954.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/27/s_1954.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Byodi Temple<br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/27/1955.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/27/s_1955.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/27/1956.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/27/s_1956.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Gilligans Island (I think) Patrick says it's not...he says it Chinaman's Hat<br />And it is, but i think it's both....<br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/27/1957.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/27/s_1957.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Sunset Beach on the North Shore where all the surf competitions happen<br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/27/1958.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/27/s_1958.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad<br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Oahu,%20Hawaii&z=10'>Oahu, Hawaii</a></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964502312829738552.post-89438787084675565082010-07-26T02:53:00.001-04:002010-07-26T02:53:00.515-04:00Day 1 Slow StartWe woke up bright and early Hawaii time so we headed downstairs to find food and see the ocean...before we got out they bribed us into staying for the Activity Briefing with pineapple, papaya, and danish...for free. Then we headed for the water!!!<br /><br /><br /><center><a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/25/2942.jpg"><img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/25/s_2942.jpg" border="0" width="281" height="186" style="margin:5px" /></a></center><br /><br />The water is amazing! So clear and shallow for so far out...Mountains in the distance. We were surprised by the stuff in Waikiki, but we're told the sights change as you get away from the hustle and bustle of the island...we'll do that tomorrow....we don't stay here long...we're off to look for food again!<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/25/2945.jpg"><img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/25/s_2945.jpg" border="0" width="186" height="281" style="margin:5px" /></a></center><br /><br />Cheeseburger, Waikiki Beach...Opened by two girls who picked up and moved from LA and making picture frames to open the best cheeseburger restaurant...with no experience whatsoever. They now have 8 and are wildly successful! They were fearless!!!!<br /><br />NAP!!!<br /><br />Hungry again. So far all we've really accomplished is eating...<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/25/2946.jpg"><img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/25/s_2946.jpg" border="0" width="281" height="186" style="margin:5px" /></a></center><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/25/2947.jpg"><img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/25/s_2947.jpg" border="0" width="281" height="186" style="margin:5px" /></a></center><br /><br />Hawaiian Swordfish!!!! Jason was our waiter, he's also a Jui Jitsu instructor as well as like totally stoked about the north shore...dude...<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/25/2948.jpg"><img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/25/s_2948.jpg" border="0" width="186" height="281" style="margin:5px" /></a></center><br /><br />We were so hungry and it was only 5 pm, so we dressed up for a night on the town...only it was more Like a midday on the town...by 7 we were dead asleep in the condo. But we have an early day tomorrow so 27 hours of sleep will probably do us good...<br /><br />TIP: When traveling to Hawaii factor in a sleep day...cause you're going to take one whether you want to or not...<br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad<br /><p class="blogpress_location">Location:<a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Oahu,%20Hawaii&z=10">Oahu, Hawaii</a></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964502312829738552.post-18835888580558362772010-07-25T00:52:00.001-04:002010-07-26T02:10:49.146-04:00Aloha!!!Finally we are able to blog....after crashing the Mac store for a camera to iPad connection, searching high and low for Internet connection, downloading the blog application, transferring pictures and eating some Really great pizza we are finally online!!!!<br /><br />9:30 am Friday morning - arrive at Atlanta International<br />9:32 am - Freak out because I can't find my wallet with my ID and most of our vacation money<br />9:33 am - Patrick and Cody search the truck and find wallet under seat!<br /><br />Whew...scary start<br /><br />9:34 am - Spend several minutes trying to convince American Airlines we do not have to pay for our checked bag because we meet the exception clearly stated on their website...and I already have a printed copy that's highlighted with the exception...<br />9:36 am - he doesn't care and says if we want our bag we have to pay up...<br />9:37 am - sigh and grudgingly hand over my card with e understanding I will be contacting the airline...again, he doesn't care...<br /><br />Dallas, Los Angeles, Honolulu, Shuttle, Sidewalk, Wrong hotel, Right hotel, 4 am Live Oak time...SLEEP!!!<br /><br /><br /><center><a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/25/2894.jpg"><img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/25/s_2894.jpg" border="0" width="186" height="281" style="margin:5px" /></a></center><br />All I can say is the weather is PERECT here and we don't know any of the words...<br /><br />Night night!<br /><br /><br /><center><a href="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/25/2898.jpg"><img src="http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/25/s_2898.jpg" border="0" width="186" height="281" style="margin:5px" /></a></center><br /><br /><p class="blogpress_location">Location:<a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Oahu,%20Hawaii&z=10">Oahu, Hawaii</a></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964502312829738552.post-85037196121312855092010-06-16T22:55:00.022-04:002010-06-17T00:13:42.607-04:00The Strange and Wonderful Life of a Jonas...<div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483573381706505266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg181J-pHYuVStupV792aTf7oDQDzM8qVTLvtENk8DWx6-I1vE564MGaxKl8tzCtDzqSa2xRfakkpY4OLTRoPfMDWIW1WsQ50-OpRG8ZclTF0yhq7faY8Ext8m5NHBFoMIr4TTI6cnbKpuQ/s320/DSC_0133.JPG" /> <div align="center">I like to start my day around 7 AM.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div align="center">It's 9 and Mom really needs to wake up<br /></div><div><br /></div><div align="center">and cook me breakfast...Dad's been gone<br /></div><div><br /></div><div align="center">an hour and this is really getting ridiculous.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483574722575815826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguyVoipYSZe0IPCTjF8yE6GYbeEUDY9VErnpYuIz0QuJ6kAb2rfnz19lhBjFKCgb9xjfXPIpyt4AgN-0cxZ2T26a6raK57IzsLaa-0rCLGgP_Y0BxKhIcs6NLEjjMa2jUHbgnJYeEIZ1V5/s320/DSC_0095.JPG" /></div><div><br /></div><p align="center">I usually end up eating broccoli for breakfast.</p><p align="center">I'm like Popeye...I like to eat my greens...</p><p align="center">Plus it was left-over from last night and mom,</p><p align="center">well, she struggles in the mornings.</p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483571798350472706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje_1YFjJ4aIxi_kWosOWNt8cSWliyvV8PtuJi_p6dXdfqHsKNBmlPhhyybBdS0ozGuvXt5QgPVRh-oz6tOi0vHDSKrmOMyViL5af-_O1uRJ5C9VTrvRwWUmW1zraQPY4jQPairSmrTPdbE/s320/DSC_0085.JPG" /> After Breakfast I take a little tour of the backyard</p><p align="center">in my red beamer. I can feel the sun and breeze whipping</p><p align="center">through my mullet and I feel free.</p><p align="center"> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483571809109680066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjckmEPFySrjpHnFa-eux7ba-fKk5R4Z4TaBjdeQ0n1pIn3-Mr9W3Lo_eXbi1Um4wJQ9pF2CDAFloT7w0DB47aLrgGyWZgd6__8i_NmlcR4sAvfPqEkqnDwTbDv8ns08PiNNtjx1AODmsGI/s320/DSC_0086.JPG" /> Until the stinking thing runs out of gas...I hate having</p><p align="center">to push this clunker! At least I have my boots on!</p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483571817435925202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6a4cKzeOhgYaKfK1pYeoPXdlm1rOl33tvHg5lpH9Zae_bsBSWaZEQd2KbbISvZ9zmybDN3KTP0-3EpXD7M73rz7m0Ks0m2dkuH1LFmu5czZRCFDFh6b3BDFzXYSmwkoHmGH_Iz7PJKxTe/s320/DSC_0087.JPG" /> You know, sometimes you just have to walk away.</p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483571819160453090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW761X9_O0txY0NeExTEV4VknIMZShr1MWjp4XhFsYSZ_AnlCtwnCty44WwP-PeF1M3ITHenGuQOja5ua6BNt9gaVhZ2n1AMw1iLYcYrQDNUOPbWgCbEddR9bjNXoowHuw8vd3GR5wIxPv/s320/DSC_0089.JPG" /> This is such a better alternative. I'm really</p><p align="center">good at the sound effects too!</p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483584103669889154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXr86iznQYtNQccuQfIZRH_RQiqNOM7XdWwh5GOQHzlD5nzYCCr_MSymDzDOYU3MKGI6mO5BNpxDcaLwgbw99wiPWwf5zdp7GEk2TCrHtC8yg2re3XaRPVBzGDU4iofWo6bM71rCpyvDmR/s200/DSC_0501.JPG" /></p><p align="center">I try to spend some quality time in our garden.</p><p align="center">You've really got to become one with the soil to </p><p align="center">reap the harvest. I love dirt.</p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483580809018358434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb2tZJNy1wx1TMhrSFdGQ_9sbujJYwtHuN54vILnjOS7qAxNaS_Zpj5_DxKVY8DPu2HhPv2qQRz8AnXiLHl48cgVZ3eipey4jy5cqAE2a1DHl3JcMZuQYTnVam9L9mtM-qaeZPaNDuzVB_/s200/DSC_0453.JPG" /></p><p align="center">I also love hanging out with Dad.</p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483582644931420642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRYRELreXk2DheJvjCproUuYbFLdAIU5NN1piY5aD4GZ0Gx3hQ5BYr6Q8SwNhafSEbeJ7LT3OWp_yWbDw1frWCmayZr4PnHr5c-oMlUOb4KxK6F70nl7c88-py1rPIvm8d-Pg24kMLxro3/s200/DSC_0554.JPG" /></p><p align="center">And cousins, like Raelyn. I like hugs.</p><p align="center">Don't tell her, but I'm really trying to body slam her...</p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483584119563971778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicNgABJQb3SH3BEzna-n6bxbIqIqA6lRXfRQHct_yOXhiXTwOvbXc0LbbZ0awVpHbRDVDLS1Co0IEYPHTppijtZIPIu7zrNfot-WogRIV80i7MVQINd_0xzsYugLVKvhsk_cciPgGRqRdK/s200/DSC_0640.JPG" /></p><p align="center">Now with girls like this...You've gotta play hard to get.</p><p align="center">See how I'm still looking at the camera, but showing such strong emotion.</p><p align="center">I may go into acting...either that or tree-climbing...Is that a job?</p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483582634374138306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihCpAKDWxvbR0JJynN4OYfTZJqX-6cW_A3s5jR22L7Uu5xwexMYvRhxVejBCvfIqgbrjCRdHNDfOH-n-0tipWwgG-sbAUzWg05nl5A-h7jtF3pkmklmSJNWxtRDQnvE4T7ojp7aB4WZPCR/s200/DSC_0444.JPG" /></p><p align="center">I love to climb.</p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483584118063724146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCsqq4sdzIjeuumEUeDr_L6pvLGu_nCRPG8H7jw1cpAqFGwqFHVK-wo5zyeGvXzWCgSjHmaP7suSczVSd4y0lvLsMmgbcxZ0wP8QizUQLoZhQKXBr-UMzV0dirI1yrfb_HEmXNSrHILVMc/s200/DSC_0626.JPG" /></p><p align="center">Sometimes I climb when mom isn't around.</p><p align="center">You know, just to keep my agility up to par.</p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483584111477660146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQzDlOmVN3l-uH1_LtLynk5mNrKlDdrXX5N9Of16S31tY1gxY3yuv_1HWiME_eY6pF3i9kZ5I-yRkmAKxgScWrX7f83PzZ1jK-iXLYOVE7yFa0NPDJxHL2OT0ZdgGwrFiQWn9SA2WdTo6c/s200/DSC_0562.JPG" /></p><p align="center">Look, I can stick my fist in my mouth.</p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483585379421926002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgniXl_k2FdsL5PaHs1T9EsxpDWVwAb5K-RlmQu0tbttYI5TjD0h_TyLXWYABYV6qunUFPiu20L7v4Zb4oNmMWwyIOy2rxp6ntmcvg2He-FOqXAR5wbTo-ctBlysDU2mVFj-qO_jTBiDosh/s200/DSC_0654.JPG" /></p><p align="center">It's about time for supper so I usually climb on the table.</p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483585388054258034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgew15HIeC1mevmaNVEMip3ZjeCz132Gz-wwHQ05NjsPJ7dW5-H5p3ghAp8FRAfvYC2aCggl-elf4pe7S177TK9H6Esc4dYKsofjSrEq_usZQzRlV1S0AZzmCFKj9XYiF8ScFe5yqL90UNQ/s200/DSC_0655.JPG" /></p><p align="center"> I have a good view here. I can keep an eye on the hot</p><p align="center">pan where the squash are frying...You may be wondering</p><p align="center">if I even have a mom...I'm usually unattended. It's fun.</p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483585377494939794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfvkkfvNqANY-Hai2amdn0e85qoKrKH_24LsJSLUkmSGXU9oFHwI19QmBRRhcEbLZdJPRrKLl4yEa-1ATwAa7iCJKRURSOY9B2oUK4qw0kz3NUf-DPuUrwnQ9KEaJiTjiyPlkpfnnFz9Ai/s200/DSC_0650.JPG" /></p><p align="center">Here's a stunt I haven't quite perfected. I got stuck and</p><p align="center">had to call for help. Somehow we have a picture of this...</p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483585393599791986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb1CWlp5EJNjWyNmvtSaqSf37XJe9cnwUanI8bw5M-XWiBSw3kn-QXL_aMZzMpnaQ5ZvELnVgcccXhf_vsFDlp0mAPlq3gOjEU5WAQ8couTCJvC3SShf2OBpDH2Qb_ROTfgTR6xzHQJvtj/s200/DSC_0660.JPG" /></p><p align="center">Wanna see in my mouth?</p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483578134018670114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqw_614FHkF6d0ZfdlDxIuPgyPLXBCU29LmCXXiwbKiS1i6NXEit9EpbqjVSevoxMNU2Hq5hrYb4kI6CPlk1HRi1BsclRxi7qYVgg0_OMp1o-g_NgzkWqCEDC4F_OIHzsK8ffh9hHjxTbf/s320/DSC_0423.JPG" /></p><p align="center">Ah, Bath-time!!! My favorite part of the day.</p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483578141184672402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjumjR2BGbBRQn8O-leCLTR0AvUa7wCucbRaC5MpCQeljt8r3R4Do7WM13yB0YsMkd0I4LlCOybA6nq_I0guIu-d1x69Yz3KUi7igpKvII1dT4UCsaJEzfg1tTmJum7H_CriOnnJ_WPQ4gK/s320/DSC_0432.JPG" /></p><p align="center">Oh, by the way, I working on my rat-tail.</p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483578130959280402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYUzfPlaIhRykSxvVT05Ps3XGRNa2ce9vjiUCCD3ShT9A7y2Rs7qBiXKcE21cofgOOKqNTdgRpfgnBK5TdmmQBI6fxcp9Kay2a7jnuTzDrqGadmwa5mJhVcLcGutZxGM7o_RihCmeRD7aQ/s320/DSC_0420.JPG" /></p><p align="center"></p><div align="center">I like to wind down with a little island music and tomato juice.</div><div align="center">It just doesn't get any better than this...</div><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483580798033847458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHsuxqi9f65s9t1cXG5b2wo2rBsW3o7LDdxXTgoAFE_lCcRF6HTJDzequJH4FKXvftd1DXqqK7bfg_h0iPNLNeTJhV_ZDARAd0S69GaCCVcoVdHb1C7gtq8p1U15Oi8KHRKtaXV9T1q_KI/s200/DSC_0434.JPG" /></p><div align="center">Off to sleep. Sometimes I wake up in the mornings</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">and feel like I've been sleeping off a balcony. Weird.<br /></div><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483580805361832770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl_yNYd8L_oG3bC1OEPQUcaJC5TgkjgMS9g-D3C_zpAviteMyKigpQPWDzBC4iUdKpdENuCHw5PDs7FHGBLHcJk9yXKxPZpy1ygvHMsYYyeLc-PT8XHmWlOuNcmp4oy-YLTXvOj1_Rcxx-/s200/DSC_0435.JPG" /></p><div><div><div><div><div><div><div align="center">I feel so refreshed in the mornings! Can't wait to</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">wake up and do it all again!!!!!<br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964502312829738552.post-47671636819205413722010-06-16T15:29:00.003-04:002010-06-16T15:30:42.672-04:00GO SEE BETH"S PICTURES!!!!THEY ARE AMAZING!!!! HER BLOG IS IN THE RIGHT SIDEBAR. CALLED ONCE UPON A TIME. I CANNOT BELIEVE THE PICTURES SHE POSTED, TAKEN STRAIGHT OUT OF HER CAMERA!!!!!! And yes, I know I haven't posted the pictures I said I would post...and, I am sorry for this, but I'm not going to...ever...well maybe another time, but not now...sorry...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964502312829738552.post-87155368487214741882010-04-03T01:04:00.004-04:002010-04-08T22:25:50.916-04:00Whirlwind...<div>It's been a whirlwind around here!!! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Las</span> Vegas, Jacksonville, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Destin</span>, Tampa and now we're gearing up for Hawaii in July!!! Can't wait!!! In the meantime I'll show you how Super Patrick spent his spring break!!!<br /></div><br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457958197599728402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipvOgs2z0U1Nb8Mf2TPPymN0APDIwxqV6IOTd9aje3bZg6vls74q0_7wuu-e_fFU2VzQLbuajiR6tyrCguc0wPa9bx9GFvFjXp0r6i1DLuZosdTluiXFNSZnoNt3eybpi2zW6NWlgw1lt1/s400/DSC_0013.JPG" /><br /><div><br />AWESOME Home Renovation project! I've been having a blast NOT spending my money!!!<br />(picture coming)<br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Destin</span>!!! SUN, EAT, SUN, EAT, SLEEP SLEEP, EAT, EAT, EAT!!!! </div><br /><div><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457957073479055378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUf8o_2JhV6d-_iEMRIGXEjAbXMjvyIK89zir48t9MIhKSCuCIU4UQoJxubXuzYDt9MM5SXocBfUhiA5XZTvSVAZDVJxcTnkud4pQIUXlTaEcWBmexyN36Td8qrTgQvAmQ8v_jJgvIaGla/s400/DSC_0117.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457957065500098562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGgpF0ZtamGPcblWLqOJAZJBSVsVs_rQLNNU8QSvojHkmpsGSjCcDT94BMkPSr4ZrxDFXcUbYpQKOsFeOwlwyWX8KgALMLE2hAImEKxv6VM3eqpRhJS6rwbFJmc0SeCSIli8pEhY-J97lp/s400/DSC_0121.JPG" /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457957052374333650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLJp-p6CDGgT0uuS-noz0X2vtQX3Ia2VWeX8JjrLsCcPfc1Zm19VUELrFzqDn8oSl2nS0vvet8KDwNTq1kOJIuP9UXb_dW3fcJFvlWS5wkaf0F6Wpt7D-bdIgLal97SMrARcYjcFFpk2Ic/s400/DSC_0126.JPG" /><br /><br />Back Home - Modern Fence Installation!!! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Yay</span>! Now maybe our dog won't get squashed!<br />(picture coming)<br /><br />O - also, some seafood restaurant recommendations are coming up soon!<br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964502312829738552.post-34088576237389208602010-03-10T00:40:00.008-05:002010-03-10T00:59:18.889-05:00I'm 30<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGNqnxEX4viRVP0MO_lX7Zt0WudbWJfGlcfEBcZhr7RpVR1HO_tpWiuASOkM84H4z2nwz4_lP5rOFAwRaBkS5FSu0nohbnZs5v6t21y1ypjuE3TUSKZ6K5a5v3xXvxbOiI5nAzozbwQgjo/s1600-h/IMG_6420.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446876413637040194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGNqnxEX4viRVP0MO_lX7Zt0WudbWJfGlcfEBcZhr7RpVR1HO_tpWiuASOkM84H4z2nwz4_lP5rOFAwRaBkS5FSu0nohbnZs5v6t21y1ypjuE3TUSKZ6K5a5v3xXvxbOiI5nAzozbwQgjo/s400/IMG_6420.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center">Well, 30 at last. My friend Lacey swears that 30 is the new 20.</div><div align="center">If she's lying...well all I can say is it's not going to be pretty!</div><div align="center">30 was a weird day. I thought it was going to be bad or </div><div align="center">depressing. It wasn't! Do you see the cake in the picture?</div><div align="center">One of the greatest girls I've ever had the privelege of knowing</div><div align="center">made that cake for ME! To top it off she bought this fabulous</div><div align="center">white cake stand for me that I've been dying to have and</div><div align="center">delivered cake and all to my house!!!! She didn't stop there...</div><div align="center">She coordinated this whole "Why we like January" e-mail</div><div align="center">from all my friends including my sis and it really made my day.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">As vain as this may be I really want to share</div><div align="center">a couple because they just crack me up!!!:</div><div align="center"></div><ul><li><div align="center">You might see her out one day looking like she got</div></li></ul><div align="center">straight out of bed, then the next day she's wearing sequins!</div><div align="center"></div><ul><li><div align="center">When in danger...she has a gun and bullets</div></li></ul><div align="center"></div><ul><li><div align="center">She dances like no one i've ever seen ;) ...really</div></li></ul><div align="center"></div><div align="center">FYI - That last one is NOT a compliment! ;) <blockquote></blockquote></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Then my family of course came bearing gifts and hugs and</div><div align="center">it was really just perfect! I love my family and friends!</div><div align="center">and now I can use my favorite line from "Thirteen going on Thirty"</div><div align="center">I'm "30, Flirty, and Thriving"!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964502312829738552.post-44900311469044278802010-01-14T21:07:00.003-05:002010-01-14T21:26:48.232-05:00Toilet paper on a roll is so 2009...<div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426786040952927778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqgQnjE9OPDIe3vg18632DmBC47swAeRFMzZ2pWV2Ph01xbCsAKzmtRszjKROwG8PRUwDs-cnrhaX8GMQ622vwIyPqnqlwNHjslSYgwYQZ1DRg6NoGxOvP70_3fG58XNS0Qn2JWoXZjGp1/s400/DSC_0490.JPG" /> This is what happens when you have to take care of something urgent and you leave your 14 month old to play by himself...This is only the tip of the iceberg of what he did to the house...It's funny to think something that small can wreak havoc on such a large area. He's sooooo stinkin' cute though...What could I do?</div><br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426787211097245826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh1vYbvcfbg-QjhBfFkLZDoq-qoNc38d35AoP_rdEqfG1HWxdoRZ7nP_yrRPjK-vCzU7Sg15xR5_yvDkGvUOY94EoMW34dexZodfpClud1odVhdK1IDW4ulx6apuSIKTkrYUWYwpiALOCQ/s400/DSC_0488.JPG" /><br /><div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964502312829738552.post-22918375382571248262009-12-30T00:35:00.005-05:002009-12-30T00:50:09.272-05:00Breathing<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3UC_Awlm7XFbCZ_p7tNU9B4BLNf_s8tAjJyN9x_MrXQ5ayfyLyrjn6NUOIqS6vnnQhMXfO3fowRXO8QN6lWi_pxhw1QjTb93TCTxqlYWkBCLTP_1ng-xsW7MyDR0rsJW46XeMGC8mseW5/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+09.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420901291853706738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3UC_Awlm7XFbCZ_p7tNU9B4BLNf_s8tAjJyN9x_MrXQ5ayfyLyrjn6NUOIqS6vnnQhMXfO3fowRXO8QN6lWi_pxhw1QjTb93TCTxqlYWkBCLTP_1ng-xsW7MyDR0rsJW46XeMGC8mseW5/s400/Thanksgiving+09.jpg" /></a><br />I really don't have much to say. I was about to reprimand the "Life of J" for not posting and realized it had been a while since I shared a thought.<br /><br />A lot has happened in 2 months...and then, it seems like it's all happened before...<br /><br />I won't lie; I'm frustrated. I should never type past 10 pm...I'm way to emotional and transparent...<br /><br />I'll keep it brief. I want a vision for our life...I want to do, to be, to go, give, impact, share, affect, live, see, absorb, contribute, alter, succeed...<br /><br />Is that to much to ask?<br /><br />Currently, I breathe...<br /><br />p.s. I don't know what happened to my hair...What is that part all about? Seriously, why can't I get the same haircut everytime? I like the hair in my profile pic...why can't I keep that hair?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964502312829738552.post-36450347827548589202009-10-19T13:53:00.003-04:002009-10-19T14:08:00.093-04:00That's where we wanna go....way down to Cozumel<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNztLPhsc_Rdgy2Y2hG-rHpNQk5sJ1BbfQb0Pk_4GNlXgAh_OY67-OrcKQnvim7laTt8I527DZpKR9LpAusI6zjme78ibMBlmKb8cCBAlFZcPc6NM4gRp17-Xxp7G6D5KYWGfL9oiM_XRq/s1600-h/DSC_0408.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNztLPhsc_Rdgy2Y2hG-rHpNQk5sJ1BbfQb0Pk_4GNlXgAh_OY67-OrcKQnvim7laTt8I527DZpKR9LpAusI6zjme78ibMBlmKb8cCBAlFZcPc6NM4gRp17-Xxp7G6D5KYWGfL9oiM_XRq/s400/DSC_0408.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394374220208308802" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFkohshwd1_K4hCijTVp52MwGm4_fsGs3D-X2TPH0t9Ox0-o6VBYGnlVlYIa7kffLqVy44qaYfa0_2Z3EExrI9MniDeI7mYsTYko1dhLisJt2ghp3h-bqBdx0r1tPOP88aNpwksMRrKa7_/s1600-h/DSC_0380.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFkohshwd1_K4hCijTVp52MwGm4_fsGs3D-X2TPH0t9Ox0-o6VBYGnlVlYIa7kffLqVy44qaYfa0_2Z3EExrI9MniDeI7mYsTYko1dhLisJt2ghp3h-bqBdx0r1tPOP88aNpwksMRrKa7_/s400/DSC_0380.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394374185491194434" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5ZusSNFXb1oZ_dg2Lve03ZAhLaPHhRZJlHhhPF5GwN6pVZfx2XQnq9vwtFTCmshC4_oaG-v9s59OgxHguDsA1VcxBy0CJM9jw3TtXXm6BQTh9D-DeJqU17wMzUYsBKLuBtrKgBu3XkvgV/s1600-h/DSC_0308.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5ZusSNFXb1oZ_dg2Lve03ZAhLaPHhRZJlHhhPF5GwN6pVZfx2XQnq9vwtFTCmshC4_oaG-v9s59OgxHguDsA1VcxBy0CJM9jw3TtXXm6BQTh9D-DeJqU17wMzUYsBKLuBtrKgBu3XkvgV/s400/DSC_0308.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394374175477283490" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnzpcNcPJGGgJqX1L43iDgIhbqEhp_NPeC_zL8YAGKPL263tZuFjxfkYNMusQOY8Uo5cHuDLtDnbO364pBODaFp3Z9dPaMLQwX_TjC2oqO4AeAJIftimixDFLYi1CBhp7X8iTnBnbGTQIM/s1600-h/DSC_0253.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnzpcNcPJGGgJqX1L43iDgIhbqEhp_NPeC_zL8YAGKPL263tZuFjxfkYNMusQOY8Uo5cHuDLtDnbO364pBODaFp3Z9dPaMLQwX_TjC2oqO4AeAJIftimixDFLYi1CBhp7X8iTnBnbGTQIM/s400/DSC_0253.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394374158618411714" /></a><br />According to Patrick we just got back from YukaSTAN...so just FYI Cruises are now available to the India/Pakistan area...<br /><br />It was beautiful...(more pics on facebook)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964502312829738552.post-1923952284099241332009-10-08T22:22:00.002-04:002009-10-08T22:42:56.079-04:00On a somber note...<span style="color:#666666;">I have 20 million things to do before the sun rises in the morning, but I just felt such a burden to type this post.</span><br /><span style="color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#666666;">In the hospital, with no prior warning, no less than 6 nurses & doctors came to our room to convince us to give the HepB vaccine to our 1 day old son. I was an emotional crazy person and had no idea we would be asked to make that kind of choice. Along with each visit, the nurse or doctor brought with him a paper about the horrible things that could happen if Jonas contracted HepB while in the hospital...I asked several times about the necessity of this vaccine and each time was strongly "encouraged" to give it to him...Against my better judgement and because I was ignorant on the subject I signed the consent form. Here is a short article about recent findings regarding this vaccine:</span><br /><br />Hepatitis B Vaccine Triples the Risk of Autism in Infant Boys<br />Posted by: <a href="http://articles.mercola.com/members/Dr.-Mercola/default.aspx">Dr. Mercola</a> October 08 2009 22,948 views<br />A new study has shown that giving Hepatitis B vaccine to newborn baby boys more than triples their risk of developing an autism spectrum disorder.<br />The study’s authors used U.S. probability samples obtained from National Health Interview Survey (NHIS) 1997–2002 datasets. The conclusion states that: “Findings suggest that U.S. male neonates vaccinated with hepatitis B vaccine had a 3-fold greater risk of ASD.” The authors also noted that an earlier study by them found that hepatitis B vaccination was associated with receipt of early intervention and special education services. The new study used a different database than their earlier study, and they found same results, suggesting a validation of their findings.<br /><br /><span style="color:#666666;">I hate that I didn't know </span><br /><span style="color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#666666;">I hate that I didn't know that I needed to know</span><br /><span style="color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#666666;">I hate that I signed that form against my own instinct</span><br /><span style="color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#666666;">I hate that I will worry about this for a long time</span><br /><span style="color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#666666;">I hate that I will constantly struggle with trusting God with this</span><br /><span style="color:#666666;">and blaming myself for being so ignorant.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964502312829738552.post-91186524736223313852009-09-29T15:53:00.005-04:002009-09-29T15:57:24.971-04:00JONAS WALKING<p>I am an excited Dad right now.</p><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwJVphefX13g_1Dbx0ak2OKOFaLNZBaiDfnd0WYmbaZQt-almLssO7bWi7v6cO8mRDmygvySpw9c2BYUw9vPQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964502312829738552.post-78096389178417139042009-09-28T17:23:00.029-04:002009-09-28T21:43:17.372-04:00Home AloneOK, so I have been by myself for eight days now without my wife and child. It is not as cool as I thought it would be. I thought I would live the bachelor life, but bachelor life is not that great when you have a great wife and a great little boy. I have played my video games like 3 times, I have tried to exercise since I have a race in less than a month, and I even read a thin book. I have kept myself a little busy so that I keep my mind off my family.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz5eI8LWL0nSp305YwWIOHMfegLSsD_jSdgEV5lVvkyGYGMF5q1VulVHs-959RwDFWvGbzuZbyCmXauUQPOtBL1z9_2NQ2-io3bt2fhbUX4hPM-uOzBJjHA0-ScinB2F6nHU3JFeXEqwZR/s1600-h/swim+starter.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 126px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386691221235796514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz5eI8LWL0nSp305YwWIOHMfegLSsD_jSdgEV5lVvkyGYGMF5q1VulVHs-959RwDFWvGbzuZbyCmXauUQPOtBL1z9_2NQ2-io3bt2fhbUX4hPM-uOzBJjHA0-ScinB2F6nHU3JFeXEqwZR/s400/swim+starter.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Monday, I had a swim meet. I am the starter: TAKE YOUR MARK.......BEEP. That is my job. The "beep" is a horn, it is not a cuss word. I also got dinner invitations from Jan and Sarah, and Beth. Thanks guys for thinking about me. I had already eaten, though.<br /><br /><br />Tuesday, I ate with my great friends Kevin and Darlene. We ate Taco Soup that Darlene made. It was really good. We just hung out watching TV and talking business.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Yab2FTuv6vky0MH3_780PU62NKTDq9hul1KJwFGt2ZhxyPgefCOhcAI65iFczmL5u2YKYD9V1QxIdxCwjdp4sFf2Gv3fjG6jKCxY2d5a3shOogN-9_s8gX8VmhNUVj7grQmgiisThxKn/s1600-h/idposter3.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 122px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386691204335649890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Yab2FTuv6vky0MH3_780PU62NKTDq9hul1KJwFGt2ZhxyPgefCOhcAI65iFczmL5u2YKYD9V1QxIdxCwjdp4sFf2Gv3fjG6jKCxY2d5a3shOogN-9_s8gX8VmhNUVj7grQmgiisThxKn/s400/idposter3.jpg" /></a><br />Wednesday, Beka, Clay, and I went to Gainesville to watch the Identification Tour. It was amazing. All three of us loved it. Cody and the Jason Cox Band just did a fantastic job. I love listening to Cody speak. Clay also loved it, and Beka loved the guitarist. I had to break the news to her that he was only 18, though. I have to admit that they all rocked.<br /><br /><br />Thursday, I did a little Arbonne business meeting after school. I think that was the night that Kevin came over and we talked about uniforms for the Bulldog baseball team. We nominated ourselves to be on the uniform committee.<br /><br />Friday, I had another swim meet. After the swim meet I got ready for the Bulldog football game. My friend Lawanna gave me a ticket for the game. I was really excited. I saw my brother and he told me to sit with them. I told him that I didn't really want to get kicked out of a seat. He assured me that it would not happen. Well, I got to sit there for like five whole minutes before I heard the words, "Hey, you're in my seat". So I got up and went to sit with Lawanna and John. Well, they never showed up. (They told me they were there. They actually sat in the wrong seats. Apparently they didn't know that you were supposed to look on the ticket for the section, row, and seat number.) O well. Thankfully Beka came to sit with me and I had friends sitting in front and behind me. (Thanks Beka for taking the time out of your popular life to sit with me at the game.) I left at halftime.<br /><br />On Saturday I washed clothes and dishes. Now the house was finally clean. I listened to an Arbonne conference call starring my wife. January, you did a great job. Then, I went to Kevin's house to watch the Gators play, but I left at halftime. Can you tell that I am not a die hard football fan? I don't think I did much after that, except a little Guitar Hero.<br /><br />Sunday, I went to church and asked my inlaws where they were going to eat. Mrs. Sarah said the Dixie Grill. I told her that I was going to eat with them. Well, I got there at 10:50, because they get out of Sunday School around that time (I kind of skipped out on Sunday School). I got us a 6 seated table, ordered my drink, and texted Beka to let her know that I already had a table. Well, no response. At 11:05 Mrs. Sarah texted me and said, "At grill". I texted her back and told her, "me too". I got no response after that. I thought they were just pulling up and Beka would have given them the message. So, at 11:10 I called Mr. Jan and asked him if they were <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDhOzvPR1gVqE5IPgTjTOVklVXil8gWWtZPj7cY8ayuBS5M0fyjGzSCwteDSKil7J-PDTTN4JE5fiZeIqEqOD-2dl_Xszjdcx-qAnjGMPoqvZMLdJCTPKpiUJsfWwNaUG8zfEbBAzohu4I/s1600-h/Beka.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 91px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 116px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386691218028182962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDhOzvPR1gVqE5IPgTjTOVklVXil8gWWtZPj7cY8ayuBS5M0fyjGzSCwteDSKil7J-PDTTN4JE5fiZeIqEqOD-2dl_Xszjdcx-qAnjGMPoqvZMLdJCTPKpiUJsfWwNaUG8zfEbBAzohu4I/s400/Beka.jpg" /></a>sitting up front, and of course he said, "Yeah". So, since I was waiting in the back part, I got up, let my waitress know what happened, and walked to the front of the restaurant. It was OK, just a lack of communication. I blame Beka for not having her phone. Just kidding, but seriously.<br /><br />Today, I taught, went to the field to watch a little bit of baseball practice, then got ready for the Discover Arbonne meeting. It went good, except nobody came that I invited. That is OK.<br /><br />Some of you may be falling asleep reading about my daily journal. Not that anyone even cares about what I did, I just thought I would do a little blogging.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7i2YbsfVKDFAMmGRU7a2yJUIwgVhJkWT1-8FGpfSaFxrvTtmAo5jLZ9Avx0ciJ4mm1uhw_6TAzXMFT-hfk6mO8YpatHn3mztwTmgmpDliTwUIAtQL4MzpNw5DYh4x6iVawiVKGpuZdzYg/s1600-h/IMG_5009.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386692961249032642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7i2YbsfVKDFAMmGRU7a2yJUIwgVhJkWT1-8FGpfSaFxrvTtmAo5jLZ9Avx0ciJ4mm1uhw_6TAzXMFT-hfk6mO8YpatHn3mztwTmgmpDliTwUIAtQL4MzpNw5DYh4x6iVawiVKGpuZdzYg/s400/IMG_5009.JPG" /></a><br />January and Jonas, please come home soon.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMxi5pd4K2xLI2hlJnKHAp3RzfCNf4X4mftoJ1CIGVaRZ15yomhqXYbsaK3hOabmeMda5NoUGEnrh1M7TbQvEaPc0u9i_YQUMJuBv5fOWkR-YmcXNrA-lTH3owr2KpiuTGdPQAfdiJROoB/s1600-h/Random+July+043.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 247px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386691208263469986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMxi5pd4K2xLI2hlJnKHAp3RzfCNf4X4mftoJ1CIGVaRZ15yomhqXYbsaK3hOabmeMda5NoUGEnrh1M7TbQvEaPc0u9i_YQUMJuBv5fOWkR-YmcXNrA-lTH3owr2KpiuTGdPQAfdiJROoB/s400/Random+July+043.jpg" /></a> Thank you Cody and Katie for letting January and Jonas stay with you. We appreciate and love you so much. Wow, Cody, I think I sound like my dad right now.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4964502312829738552.post-9385160721518008782009-09-02T00:46:00.001-04:002009-09-02T00:48:36.453-04:00Patrick taught him ALL his moves!!!!!<span style="font-size:85%;"><p><object width="500" height="315"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/LO2eh6f5Go0&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/LO2eh6f5Go0&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"></embed></object></p></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0