tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41155859828327202582024-03-21T20:07:34.930-07:00One Life to LiveMusings...The Kelso-Winter Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249352864575840862noreply@blogger.comBlogger85125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115585982832720258.post-39554364386898761622010-06-04T15:59:00.000-07:002010-06-04T16:35:58.844-07:00<div><br /></div><div><i>Our sweet little Mochy has gone on to greener pastures. Mochy started her life in quite dire circumstances, was rescued by our friend, Nan, Then we adopted her and had her for 6 wonderful years before we moved to Canada. For the last 4 years, Mochy has been lovingly parented by our daughter Denise and her family, and they totally fell in love with her charming little self. </i><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i> Mochy had her share of early-on hardships. When we got her, she had mange and heartworm and the vet also missed that she was very pregnant. She brought her little pups to the back door one by one and then cried all night until she could pass the afterbirth. </i></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnBrbM1I1JSRTWRcYw4t4jhefY0A3jkbrs1sVmegLUTMniHcfzI86CjBmduaZE1UIxpq5FiFaUaQ3i57KIv2RZFQQzjV-cxA1ocJjoX4Tbc6pb6esmLv5LV4UC6QP0tWt5Gb0IxYwpJ372/s1600/mochy+and+shugy+flyer.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnBrbM1I1JSRTWRcYw4t4jhefY0A3jkbrs1sVmegLUTMniHcfzI86CjBmduaZE1UIxpq5FiFaUaQ3i57KIv2RZFQQzjV-cxA1ocJjoX4Tbc6pb6esmLv5LV4UC6QP0tWt5Gb0IxYwpJ372/s400/mochy+and+shugy+flyer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479057535835025410" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><i>She loved her new family out in the fresh country air and was very happy as top dog when her older sister, Shugy, went on to a happy life on another farm. Mochy was a funny-looking dog with sharpei ears and wrinkles, a double coat and black tongue of a Chow and a lab face and slick coat and a tail that couldn't figure out what it wanted to do. </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i> We were fortunate to be able to give her some last pets and tell her we loved her when we were back in Texas, a couple weeks ago. </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Godspeed, magnificent Mocha. Look for Kels, Shugy and other friendly folks, two and foor-footed in heaven. We will miss you so. </i></div></div>The Kelso-Winter Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249352864575840862noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115585982832720258.post-70003375761515713862010-05-02T22:01:00.000-07:002010-05-09T19:10:24.190-07:00Helpers who Heal<div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;">Here is the text of the mini-reflection i gave Sunday, May 2 at our church. The audio version can be heard at www.hillhurstunited.com. Look for The Journey on the right side and click on my name. ( I have a couple friends who have trouble hearing so they wanted the written version.) Our church is in the middle of a campaign to improve our existing property and to add an affordable housing component. We have a dynamic congregation so we're excited that we can pull it off! This talk was given to honor people who have supported us but also in the hopes of inspiring folks to 'invest' in many ways. </span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 18.0px Helvetica; min-height: 22.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">good morning </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">i’m jane kelso winter and this is my husband charlie. we’re going to take a few moments to tell you why we think Hillhurst United is a one-of-a kind community and really worth putting your heart and soul into.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; min-height: 16.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"> charlie and i were absolutely</span><span style="text-decoration: underline ; letter-spacing: 0.0px"> drawn </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">here to hillhurst. we didn’t know it at the time of course. we first came on a christmas eve and heard this bouncy tigger of a guy speaking from the altar. we surely didn’t think he was the minister. - but the message resonated with us and since then we have never wanted to be away. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; min-height: 16.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">we have lived in calgary almost four years but are most recently from houston, texas and there’s a saying we have down there -- similar to the belt buckle one becky and terry rock talked about a couple weeks ago which said “Not born in texas but got here as fast as i could.” and it says “texas: it’s like a whole ‘nother country.” </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; min-height: 16.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><b>both</b> apply to hillhurst. this place<b> is</b> like a whole other country and if you have been drawn here (and believe me - you</span><span style="text-decoration: underline ; letter-spacing: 0.0px"> were)</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"> and you don’t decide to take up permanent residence and truly invest here.. you may be just wandering the countryside aimlessly (like <i>40 days and 40 nights in the desert</i>) always seeking the spiritual home that is right here in your own backyard. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; min-height: 16.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">why do you need a faith community. well, when tragedy strikes, and as john says, “shhhhtufff happens”, These are the people you will want to have ready to hand you God’s toilet paper. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; min-height: 16.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">most of you know that our youngest son kelsey died about a month and a half ago. seems like just yesterday to us. what you might not be aware of is how extraordinarily this church family was there and<b> is</b> there for us... in the simplest of ways.. the ways that sustain you in your darkest hour.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; min-height: 16.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">here’s a graphic illustration of what we mean by “being there.” if you would please stand when i call your name and remain standing please. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; min-height: 16.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">it’s anna and john pentland and hillary higgins who came straight to our house within minutes of hearing about kelsey --to sit right by us as we cried and had to call our family and to put cooling hands on our foreheads. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; min-height: 16.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">it’s my soul sister shelagh who took the day off work and had me over to her house the very next morning after the terrible news and held me tight saying the healing words, “Jane, you were a great mom and I know kelsey loved you.” </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; min-height: 16.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">it’s bigheaded, i mean bigHEarted Brent and Hugh who invited Hillhurst United folks over for what turned into a kind of Irish wake before we had to leave for the service in Houston; folks who boldly stepped into the wilderness of our grief with us and said, “we’ll be HERE for you” and meant it. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; min-height: 16.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">it’s marsha mah poy - the make-everything-happen-marsha who gave us odd tidbits of advice at just the right moment and joanne anquist who came through with an uplifting and just-right song for kelsey’s service - sounds like a small thing but it wasn’t.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; min-height: 16.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">it’s Bryce Paton who tried mightily to get on a plane to Houston (and when he couldn’t - he and barb (and others) made a donation to the Journey fund in kelsey’s memory. )</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; min-height: 16.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">it’s Lea Meadows who wrote a sympathy note starting off with “i have no idea what to say” and then wrote a full page of incredibly comforting words. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; min-height: 16.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"> it’s Judy Presber who brought over delicious chicken soup and then took me out for a long walk, long listening and a wee bit of shopping? </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; min-height: 16.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">it’s the lindberg family who aren’t here today but who had us over for dinner, even though their own son, riley, is having worrisome health issues. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; min-height: 16.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">it’s murray and deb who invited us to go to a Montana cabin retreat. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; min-height: 16.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">and jan langille who wrote a very tenderhearted and reassuring email </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; min-height: 16.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">it’s two of the best listeners on the planet: jill baker and darlene bell who have lent an ear for hours as i try to process.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; min-height: 16.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"> it’s darlene’s daughter caitlin at dalhousie univ. in nova scotia who became friends with kels during his visits here and who is getting a really cool tattoo in his honor. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; min-height: 16.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">it’s our neighbor and pew-mate reg sauve and his friend ed who made gourmet meals to soothe our tired souls and fatten us up.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; min-height: 16.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">and one of the biggest hearted women in the tiniest body, Rose Larkham who lost her own beloved grandson, Jordan, recently, but who donated flowers for the sanctuary in <b>our</b> son’s name.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; min-height: 16.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">it’s cherryl, don, dan and molly wares who invited us and Kelsey’s visiting grandmother to come over for Easter Dinner so we could be with family. and molly who calls nearly every day just to let us know she cares. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; min-height: 16.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">it’s my dear friend janice and her son ian who gives the best 8- year old hugs around</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">and it’s marie benedict and her 7 year old twins orla and maeve (and friend rory) who give ian a run for his money in the hug department. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; min-height: 16.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">It’s all of you who came to the simultaneous service held by bill phipps here in these 100 year old pews while John presided over kelsey’s memorial in Houston. some of you might even have sat in the same pew kelsey sat in on christmas eve. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; min-height: 16.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">it’s lisa macbeth and dale nichol who made a beautiful photo collage of the service and marcia amaral who is helping us with our photos.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; min-height: 16.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">it’s the italian sized compassion of carmela diflumeri who asks “it’s mother’s day soon, how can we help you through that?”</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; min-height: 16.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">God is in the consoling hugs from becky rock, valerie kangles, jenn howat, frieda, laurie shea, chris and fay lapointe, carolyn pogue, aurora hamilton, elaine friedt, judy archer, cheryl hayduk, patti and barb robertson, and maren wilson. It’s in the tear-filled eyes of carol chapman who has been through a similar wilderness and offer shoulders to lean on. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; min-height: 16.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">If you’re looking to be in the presence of God... God is in Cal and Leanne Malhiot’s shoulder squeeze from the pew behind us, Alice’s “I’m sorry”, Lucretia’s knowing glance, and Rhonda - my partner in crime at the gala - and sweet thelma, and dianne and frank, fay and chris lapointe, roberta and gord gunther, and sherry philpott and my look-alike in the choir alison mcpherson, and the incredible solace of the words of lawrence moon and the prayers of his wife evelyn, .helen miner, and sunday school sharlene and wally and Donna Dennomee and all in the prayer circle..oh my gosh i know i’ve missed so many. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; min-height: 16.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; min-height: 16.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"> but do you get it? do you get it? if you try to develop these kind of relationships AFTER you’re in need, it might be too late. they are life GIVING and life long. they can not be bought but you must BUY in, in order to receive. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; min-height: 16.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"> It doesn’t have to be money, - there are a 1001 ways you can BUY in with your time and talent. you can help big a stage, you can help with communion, with planning worship, with stuffing envelopes, with helping @ sunday school or in the nursery or making lunch, or Inn From the Cold or backstage at the spring musical. but perhaps for some of us our actionable faith ALSO takes the form of making the biggest gift we could ever think of giving to a church - the next 100 years’ legacy. a gift which insures that this building can house all those who want to be with us on our journey..whoever they are, wherever they’re at. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; min-height: 16.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">could we have a profound impact on someone’s life just by continuing to open our doors...by drawing the circle a little wider? ...by being here where we want to be anyway and expanding our vision...our space? </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; min-height: 16.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; min-height: 16.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">it’s <b>not</b> just about - to paraphrase John F. Kennedy, “what can my church do for me?” it’s, “what can i do for my church?” Truly. This is why. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"> when <b>you</b> are the one in need, it/we will be there for you. God will be there for you. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">You will be able to hear His voice. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"> He will speak through the faithful actions of your friends - this community here. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">God is in the threads between us.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"> He is the Web of life. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; min-height: 16.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">This is why we support the Journey Project and I urge you to look deep into your heart and ask yourself: How do I put my faith into action? for that’s what faith is.. living out loud what you believe. ..</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; min-height: 16.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"> there are dedicated people right here at this church who are putting in texas-sized hours so that this church can be more than just these 4 walls to house us on a sunday for an hour. this is a 7- day a week church and if we practice that live-out-loud texas/ alberta-sized hospitality.... It will come back to you many-fold like it has come back to us.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica; min-height: 16.0px"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">one last thing is that if you are here today and you are troubled beyond what you think you can handle, reach out. there is help as close as the hand next to you. </span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica">thank you. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px">. </span></p></div>The Kelso-Winter Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249352864575840862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115585982832720258.post-34086028559532407852010-04-11T18:40:00.000-07:002010-04-11T19:19:16.288-07:00We are all precious in God's sight.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEMOfKLqz5sqNFQhdgqunVV4yIfbr2Y5uELec3MgirQzU3hmTxvEvEaEDnEDn9Wd7i_gvJb9_I9KWFUHrbJ8ahh-wn0tk8t2rVJtQPo1zOM6TLMGIoVjZsPlnz7IJG4t9ENKReFQ0LpiJh/s1600/24861_508202482573_158200106_30282868_1884422_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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The long-awaited Wedding Blog.<br />Charlie and I were so blessed to see two of the happiest people on the planet, his youngest son, Brandon, and Brandon's beloved fiance, Jenni, tie the knot. Marriage is a blending not only of the bride and groom's lives, but also a blending of their families with all our imperfections and perhaps a bit of <span style="font-style: italic;">dysfunctionality</span>?<br /><br />Perhaps you know that our family has had its share of relationship challenges and we haven't been as close to Brandon as we've wanted to be, so his and Jenni's invitation to be at their wedding was a gift straight from their hearts to ours: a true gift from God.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiad9Xw-IMRWqUdxZIG_wbSSM-rkpPh-MVQMzJcOak8PDTGr-ZILDtILlnkLzXiv22Ior36G3sMfBQjGNfWYI_yprASf8HBLRETXzOfXI1m3w4l03xfZdO9JLCuOKGQTv0yWd8r9mwlJaoK/s1600-h/IMG_9203.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiad9Xw-IMRWqUdxZIG_wbSSM-rkpPh-MVQMzJcOak8PDTGr-ZILDtILlnkLzXiv22Ior36G3sMfBQjGNfWYI_yprASf8HBLRETXzOfXI1m3w4l03xfZdO9JLCuOKGQTv0yWd8r9mwlJaoK/s320/IMG_9203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428693437738064466" border="0" /></a>These are Brandon's last few minutes of being single but he is ready to get the wedding show on the road! He has his best buds, brothers, and brothers-in-law all giving him a rousing send-off.<br /><br />Not being Annie Liebowitz nor having my high-tech, sneak up on you from afar, longer-than-a-weiner dog lens and having a very wiggly grandson on my lap, I didn't get any during-the-wedding photos.<br /><br />The main point is that we were <span style="font-weight: bold;">at</span> the wedding to see Brandon and the love of his life, the beautiful and effervescent Jenni, celebrate the beginning of their life's journey together in a simply elegant and passionate ceremony.<br /><br />With everyone in their wedding finery it was time to put the FUN back in DysFUNctional. Enter the blushingly beautiful bride and her beaming beau Brandon as new life partners.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-3ewhVsu0nNz460JoWeWYM4UNk9LYDf0YUT6r3-cbyivr1Lg2aXvcjQgPI_H3lctdVNFlZYdtD02AoeKvtJxxGVsODLkehmr7niyHPna3ISAIfjFXdEwfrYAbs9HteOjV3d5CrgMbys5l/s1600-h/IMG_9235.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-3ewhVsu0nNz460JoWeWYM4UNk9LYDf0YUT6r3-cbyivr1Lg2aXvcjQgPI_H3lctdVNFlZYdtD02AoeKvtJxxGVsODLkehmr7niyHPna3ISAIfjFXdEwfrYAbs9HteOjV3d5CrgMbys5l/s320/IMG_9235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428680791643897314" border="0" /></a>The grandsons were all decked out for Uncle Buh's wedding but not for lonnng! They (and we) got to explore the soggy grounds during the reception. For me, it'd been nearly a whole year since I'd seen them, so I couldn't wait to kiss their perfectly coiffed but soon-to-be-sweaty heads.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh27xFcIN7QbfdcYIWYYZktB1FAqDtgLT88_VGZU3p_qi12k97SPaLNZjqyNOEjvvJqpgycd7soDyDfFt55IUuioaXd2870XM2I9GIilFjgZipUSL_H6HiceNNsr9UoR3Dn0nAmdutuqrE5/s1600-h/IMG_9208.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh27xFcIN7QbfdcYIWYYZktB1FAqDtgLT88_VGZU3p_qi12k97SPaLNZjqyNOEjvvJqpgycd7soDyDfFt55IUuioaXd2870XM2I9GIilFjgZipUSL_H6HiceNNsr9UoR3Dn0nAmdutuqrE5/s320/IMG_9208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428680809419650258" border="0" /></a><br />This is the newest grandson-to-be, Mr. Atomic A, and his proud adopting parents. D was happy but really emotional about her baby brother being married. Our time is so short together -<span style="font-style: italic;"> shower the people you love with love. </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6dPlH5ZM78D-shT4IaPFV7Km1LozFkiyqm-mxnK0xonGvp8Cu7FShirfGzXRPM7mnbVLxuVT8vpkdoZociaxrg2MmF5WmO-E02CxVjmKvq5pTv5wJMALlbCI6HS-NcTgxnhTC_PFCfCEK/s1600-h/IMG_9228.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6dPlH5ZM78D-shT4IaPFV7Km1LozFkiyqm-mxnK0xonGvp8Cu7FShirfGzXRPM7mnbVLxuVT8vpkdoZociaxrg2MmF5WmO-E02CxVjmKvq5pTv5wJMALlbCI6HS-NcTgxnhTC_PFCfCEK/s320/IMG_9228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428680821333384338" border="0" /></a>BJ was happy for his brother too...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEievpCvVugrxkqKhTW-uBcAgNNafyUYeaQopnnfbOe3dJKHuYqOTwCqi-CmnO7zwifM_lNB9eLRW4OHnjNFt6AJ3PsOVuBkf0YkAcMHuBVu1PSpLYMuBqNYTjVjiTqDUUjwGH2u1B1Xt3YJ/s1600-h/IMG_9246.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEievpCvVugrxkqKhTW-uBcAgNNafyUYeaQopnnfbOe3dJKHuYqOTwCqi-CmnO7zwifM_lNB9eLRW4OHnjNFt6AJ3PsOVuBkf0YkAcMHuBVu1PSpLYMuBqNYTjVjiTqDUUjwGH2u1B1Xt3YJ/s320/IMG_9246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428680792260730082" border="0" /></a>But NOT happy enough to get dragged out onto the dance floor.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2X5XON78Gaus7oNGAchzT1JMaz4CcGUtQwCiQY7yj2T_1J9WaD83gZuNYW5mYbBaKLJ7Hve6dR1hRJAYXGCVAD5B8LVk98wNxuGw2eVwkYnJ0r8qx_5YuLqYh0giUUZU5n9NpufNnx_z5/s1600-h/IMG_9252.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2X5XON78Gaus7oNGAchzT1JMaz4CcGUtQwCiQY7yj2T_1J9WaD83gZuNYW5mYbBaKLJ7Hve6dR1hRJAYXGCVAD5B8LVk98wNxuGw2eVwkYnJ0r8qx_5YuLqYh0giUUZU5n9NpufNnx_z5/s320/IMG_9252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428699391706687074" border="0" /></a>At the end of the evening, Little L told his dad, BJ, "I made two new friends tonight - Grandad and GrandJane." Our hearts melted right onto the dance floor.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_MbwoOfmTyabuKYr-7lRDAX5TgM5Dnk2tHT4rXqQ_DavH6EYH2zoZRDLrqbdVmNpPnyILLrcLP5NaIra9WsL04n_EK_SsT4QbBeGpwAwODqMjogkwFQpO6dJQpWJ6o0ccWGxH2GoHNEL6/s1600-h/IMG_9248.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_MbwoOfmTyabuKYr-7lRDAX5TgM5Dnk2tHT4rXqQ_DavH6EYH2zoZRDLrqbdVmNpPnyILLrcLP5NaIra9WsL04n_EK_SsT4QbBeGpwAwODqMjogkwFQpO6dJQpWJ6o0ccWGxH2GoHNEL6/s320/IMG_9248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428701875293972834" border="0" /></a><br />Lots of roasts and toasts for the happy couple. Looks like Brandon might already be worrying about the cupcake he's gonna get...right...right...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2jjPaOW6S-nqL2cIPtURqN0tzTiV5pfsgv5QJhyphenhyphenEgm8dFHZYqtnrbK8kj6oE4oYij4DM8EVYLlC7aUysAFL0iP3L0jH47A46iFHM72y3XfLoOAbitx1R3AlDJcUOFD7_Aot_2VTZWZnbX/s1600-h/IMG_9247.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2jjPaOW6S-nqL2cIPtURqN0tzTiV5pfsgv5QJhyphenhyphenEgm8dFHZYqtnrbK8kj6oE4oYij4DM8EVYLlC7aUysAFL0iP3L0jH47A46iFHM72y3XfLoOAbitx1R3AlDJcUOFD7_Aot_2VTZWZnbX/s320/IMG_9247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428699368101846178" border="0" /></a><br />NOW!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_3uQB29kdSBP4zFf1fdfh6LiY1-RnNZyaKo6cTGsIpzuY941lDFRnMZyYX5iY2z68PlHtATdyJv9HQQbyBVSrNItMAZaBDN8zQ6zqebLDXUIjFv3Mzkquux86G3Js8z2Ri8Vrx_f1QtHa/s1600-h/IMG_9243.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 172px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_3uQB29kdSBP4zFf1fdfh6LiY1-RnNZyaKo6cTGsIpzuY941lDFRnMZyYX5iY2z68PlHtATdyJv9HQQbyBVSrNItMAZaBDN8zQ6zqebLDXUIjFv3Mzkquux86G3Js8z2Ri8Vrx_f1QtHa/s320/IMG_9243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428700886673090978" border="0" /></a><br />And they lived happily ever after....<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrYiVXH99NvZUXmm1kAEV4Fe4Cl1c5khsTY5s9031Zse4HyClWlyWjB_WuuzWIKbThTQLppDb0_uZVRR_niLHCk1EtLfEHHheoLY6f28t4-pS79DkGJKavwDIvSHwzDilXm9wU-EVQ6piH/s1600-h/IMG_9221.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrYiVXH99NvZUXmm1kAEV4Fe4Cl1c5khsTY5s9031Zse4HyClWlyWjB_WuuzWIKbThTQLppDb0_uZVRR_niLHCk1EtLfEHHheoLY6f28t4-pS79DkGJKavwDIvSHwzDilXm9wU-EVQ6piH/s320/IMG_9221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428703921400801586" border="0" /></a>The Beginning.<br /></div>The Kelso-Winter Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249352864575840862noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115585982832720258.post-38362809766972945382009-12-29T21:16:00.001-08:002009-12-29T23:44:40.660-08:00Au Revoir Le Petit ChateauToday the movers came to pack up our sweet little house in Garden Oaks. T'was not an easy decision to sell it, but the time has come. In no particular order, here are just a few of our memories. I've decided not to add any friends or family in the photos, as I just don't know where I'd begin. I want to share memories in words. <br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 192px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ZgVMdEINqMo6k4nXi1Ycs5OvSCo0Ier9WX83zUcdAeW63Y9gGTEaPZkSPPF_NTXRM5S6ti9PfOTNMhDfocf8hz2GwiMt9whM7nW-Lg6Fuwag3iRjLceujbBllrq6goOiGzTy5RmYw3oI/s320/lr2437335-14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420894637861265138" />This is the Barn that BJ (Charlie's oldest son) built. He did it without any plans..just did it all in his head and all by himself. I would love to have moved that with us, but U-Haul didn't have a barn-busting dolly big enough. We would have loved to have taken the trampoline too, since we've had it since Kelsey was 6, but after 47,976 kids have jumped on it, it has put down little trampy roots. The grandsons have been on it from the minute their moms could stomach it (and even before that when they weren't looking.) It has been through serious shrieks, wild wrestling, big thrills, little spills, bum-flops and back-flips, and, "It's MY turn!s", but it's seen only one bloody nose, one slight adult misstep, and a gajillion great laughs. Even the youngest grandson got to get his first <i>and last</i> jump in before ..... (Hey! Can we get a girl in here somewhere?) <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7uOj4zF5LuABxYm8FF-YYMZSLxrOxyCPcPXGDPefueKK20o5Pu6WRoPh0uXF2XkjAtyOM5najuRjhasr8ORfY-ira0djfaqfGZZc2MTT7f5zQboG2HooSPaeqTh2KMf8qNkD1ABCOQGE1/s1600-h/lr2437335-15.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 192px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7uOj4zF5LuABxYm8FF-YYMZSLxrOxyCPcPXGDPefueKK20o5Pu6WRoPh0uXF2XkjAtyOM5najuRjhasr8ORfY-ira0djfaqfGZZc2MTT7f5zQboG2HooSPaeqTh2KMf8qNkD1ABCOQGE1/s320/lr2437335-15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420894781125644434" /></a>Here's where the best dogs ever, Shugy and Mochy, used to try to dig to China, and where we picked up the 47,976 sticks and branches left by Raging Rita. When Irate Ike roared through, it knocked down a 90' tree from Joe's yard into ours, missing our car and house by mere inches. Perhaps it was the prayer Joe had said minutes before that had something to do with that close call?<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrcVmfkBXsRkv5bIa6d0B1MMvzSTRvo9YVF24PJkVhyqoVbnPrjjLuws1-1tB-P-1AnTy3suFaZeZQIvAObz_TdbRIRlGsjuD7FBfCbFLNTKilEuy0ZSP_KL-Ib15bGDG9u9n0-20PurS1/s1600-h/lr2437335-12.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 192px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrcVmfkBXsRkv5bIa6d0B1MMvzSTRvo9YVF24PJkVhyqoVbnPrjjLuws1-1tB-P-1AnTy3suFaZeZQIvAObz_TdbRIRlGsjuD7FBfCbFLNTKilEuy0ZSP_KL-Ib15bGDG9u9n0-20PurS1/s320/lr2437335-12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420894634393397890" /></a>Kels' room ..hmmm...don't think that desk saw any studying at all, but the crammed bookshelves had everything on it from <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#339999;">Where the Wild Things Are</span> to Webster's New World Dictionary. Boxloads of books were given to a friend's happy Harry Potter reader and his equally thrilled, "I can read too" sister. The bunk beds are having a new life at our daughter's house since there is a new grandson and the older ones have had lots of experience fighting over who gets the top bunk. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEeVOMPJVdygNjidsDGXO_nMkDeA_rOahiuTcawIol4eo5DAl1vLSUYtYGWtmofHVrr01gpLG47o0YjGK0twBg3wcCEKESZZPQxVVW-d3f10tXRZjEorwD1VKzINi8ZKV3E_gBmeciRmah/s1600-h/lr2437335-11.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 192px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEeVOMPJVdygNjidsDGXO_nMkDeA_rOahiuTcawIol4eo5DAl1vLSUYtYGWtmofHVrr01gpLG47o0YjGK0twBg3wcCEKESZZPQxVVW-d3f10tXRZjEorwD1VKzINi8ZKV3E_gBmeciRmah/s320/lr2437335-11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420894627657454610" /></a>Well, NOT going to go into any detail about this room but it was consecrated ..<i>(um..is that the word?)</i> in July of 2001. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXDTq-V3PKaLVDMHf4k8yCegMWXo_pjVIgf3k2Hoeb4eo_GT-6NwruOFLFtcJbKDq4D4DMvtGCWZ7LiDgTd0ZngG3OIQdjR6om9an1nO2VRWm_8HKWLWSD2-yNCHokdp7NeWMTwhOV5rzt/s1600-h/lr2437335-10.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 192px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXDTq-V3PKaLVDMHf4k8yCegMWXo_pjVIgf3k2Hoeb4eo_GT-6NwruOFLFtcJbKDq4D4DMvtGCWZ7LiDgTd0ZngG3OIQdjR6om9an1nO2VRWm_8HKWLWSD2-yNCHokdp7NeWMTwhOV5rzt/s320/lr2437335-10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420894625787645218" /></a>The key feature of this room and one that is securely packed in a crate (we hope) is a portrait of one Mom, Mimi, Grammy, Bomba aka Jeane Wilson (Kelso) at age 7 painted by a then-famous artist in 1932 in Santa Fe, New Mexico. It has traveled from there to West Virginia, Ohio, Maryland, South Carolina, and 4 homes in Houston, Texas. God Bless her <i>and</i> the new chapter in our lives. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzEEd2HupDj5IwNTJADw2L2Zv5OCQeH5gJrOuJT2GPLtbhufmDI4x_wIXzLcFUGgtEvQPxfCi1VzBqYeSHj-i4y8Bp47IZZFAtot62SYtSVuEIEOMdTe_HsFeLI9bI6LwU2SQB_d8kZd9Y/s1600-h/lr2437335-9.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 192px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzEEd2HupDj5IwNTJADw2L2Zv5OCQeH5gJrOuJT2GPLtbhufmDI4x_wIXzLcFUGgtEvQPxfCi1VzBqYeSHj-i4y8Bp47IZZFAtot62SYtSVuEIEOMdTe_HsFeLI9bI6LwU2SQB_d8kZd9Y/s320/lr2437335-9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420894616634898994" /></a>Now THIS is a photo that could be filled with many, many faces. Site of our wedding reception; fabulous 4th of July parties; grandkids playing in the toy cabinet; advent candle and Christmas tree lighting, girl gossip, and a 51% women's group party prompting a certain 13-year old's famous line - "There's too much estrogen in this house tonight!", and where I watched the World Trade towers fall. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqoZgalsgSg3mPj6lm4ldxWzVm62ZdLuQ1GBAmV9T4uuiE2gPC1qx5I1deSQDD0DZ0pVB4B10TlREDh9yaVjdRP2U4a8KAR3UtFTP2H5uvQgJs59yVhnB9fLsIOLBOgrux-pwBhLCsO5yq/s1600-h/lr2437335-8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 192px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqoZgalsgSg3mPj6lm4ldxWzVm62ZdLuQ1GBAmV9T4uuiE2gPC1qx5I1deSQDD0DZ0pVB4B10TlREDh9yaVjdRP2U4a8KAR3UtFTP2H5uvQgJs59yVhnB9fLsIOLBOgrux-pwBhLCsO5yq/s320/lr2437335-8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420894184854803234" /></a>The kitchen: Site of all things family. Enough said. Except, that I'll miss the folks big and little sitting on the bar stools - the big ones sometimes drinking beer-ritas, the little ones coloring, cutting out things, blowing out birthday candles.... "Can I have the fish plate, GrandJane?"<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhypeCndoyzqA8GqvpSNF6EHrCcp023huckVuzedpPEPamk2UbwSLSgEttaIl9_iOh1FbYPRVZuxDnpzvgE9qt8mqF87dYBgND_RaMHYZBLVhpZeB0ZIUZoQrU89Tyxu2Y0Vsy2dTzOnpEt/s1600-h/lr2437335-6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 192px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhypeCndoyzqA8GqvpSNF6EHrCcp023huckVuzedpPEPamk2UbwSLSgEttaIl9_iOh1FbYPRVZuxDnpzvgE9qt8mqF87dYBgND_RaMHYZBLVhpZeB0ZIUZoQrU89Tyxu2Y0Vsy2dTzOnpEt/s320/lr2437335-6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420894182866563842" /></a>This is the pot-rack bought at an antique store in the Heights for Charlie, but staying behind. It can be seen from the dining room, because once again, the pass-through is BJ-built. What a difference it made but do NOT ask him how hard it was to get through the shiplap and various forms of what really shouldn't have been called drywall. Labor of love. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9SGR0ebm9sJpqDshjjbVIcgERBCN4BeG0gzUptT9z9opWvtcQ6YYzW6ZF_vHV2ivpWSexJsszonn8l2KHZ-hx3a-wOV9l3ys9lRFkpsWAnvEG3TwavNZHos87k2qr7Bedw04hNmOqkiDG/s1600-h/lr2437335-5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 192px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9SGR0ebm9sJpqDshjjbVIcgERBCN4BeG0gzUptT9z9opWvtcQ6YYzW6ZF_vHV2ivpWSexJsszonn8l2KHZ-hx3a-wOV9l3ys9lRFkpsWAnvEG3TwavNZHos87k2qr7Bedw04hNmOqkiDG/s320/lr2437335-5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420894178554254514" /></a>The dining room table which started its life at our house as a sorta-beat-up hand-me-down from my niece, Kristine, who, once she saw it refinished said, "Can I have it back?" Nope! It's not so much that the cherry finish is divine, as that we've had half a dozen Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners and maybe a few mac-n-cheese spills on the seat that won't come out. <br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL1RkYV6Wq-iFZhj8ZFPFqRGsg6zofiLPCk9uFXSkZ_OV4W0NTfzTGE7dlOmB13T0Ek2rp1Gfj0SA6Y8pjc4BzUYqJJETAjSUxbxtKDICFc9gut22IhUCV02o6tnFQfEIzVfDWkPp5ZbLo/s320/hr2437335-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420894169300796530" />Kels' old hobby horse; a Brittany Spaniel in honor of my first dogs; real dog hair in the carpet; a glass vase wedding present from Connie and Steve; two photos from when my brother, Alan, took me on a snowy adventure into Oak Creek Canyon; pine cones collected from my parent's house in NC; a clock given to Charlie for years of service; and a brass toy trunk from my grandmother's house - all in about 10' of space. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9RuGKZL2n7QRn9cIims86bTb40rMapBJIDrLxOhyphenhyphenrCvnTVZEDW4NbA6mFmuACfblzxBgHbz5vNU5XP8Xndhmt0-GSB_zsUZs-zGMDyHlNOXzXr_nc8RNx1StTP_68XEXY7nJR9nw6v7dg/s1600-h/lr2437335-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 192px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9RuGKZL2n7QRn9cIims86bTb40rMapBJIDrLxOhyphenhyphenrCvnTVZEDW4NbA6mFmuACfblzxBgHbz5vNU5XP8Xndhmt0-GSB_zsUZs-zGMDyHlNOXzXr_nc8RNx1StTP_68XEXY7nJR9nw6v7dg/s320/lr2437335-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420894175200123266" /></a>Au revoir, sweet home. We are grateful for the many blessings we've had within your walls. May the new owners have much joy and love there too. <br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>The Kelso-Winter Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249352864575840862noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115585982832720258.post-51413203764825369092009-10-27T18:44:00.000-07:002009-10-27T19:32:42.110-07:00Famous FiveSome dear girlfriends and I celebrated 80 years of Canadian women being declared "'persons" at a high tea honoring five courageous women, Emily, Nellie, Louise, Irene, and Henrietta. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiwrW-oTFZHnwMLx1M33ZQM-FN0bFUK5jjcdwUPCaEmWP4CtQ83nmks4ob2_gm-quv6Lueo56id9Ic9EwzzthYUNnU3KCjwUvsbq4snlYy-TDWT4gBfw2mmFR1eldvbrRVeP8EDOm5Vm5X/s1600-h/famous+five+statue.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397465347912550674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiwrW-oTFZHnwMLx1M33ZQM-FN0bFUK5jjcdwUPCaEmWP4CtQ83nmks4ob2_gm-quv6Lueo56id9Ic9EwzzthYUNnU3KCjwUvsbq4snlYy-TDWT4gBfw2mmFR1eldvbrRVeP8EDOm5Vm5X/s320/famous+five+statue.jpg" /></a><br /><div><div><div>Best remembered for their work as suffragists, legislators, champions of the rights and welfare of women and children, and for their successful appeal of the ‘Persons' Case in 1929 [in Canada] which changed the world for all women in the British Empire. Dressed in our Sunday best, <br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397462389363030290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjijKNaE9rG-O719cbw3liuJ_-59iyDxCIDUel4jVRrk20b2BR3lmv518J-sbQVFYv5CSiONnvpG3dnwZaZFNZgqodSW7HKFXeckx_ylnZKaIkCMfM8jBYR1TvksgSZ33FBa4ooOQsurDNt/s320/shelagh+and+i.jpg" /></div></div><div> <div></>we were ever so lady-like as we sipped our tea and nibbled on those delightful, tiny finger sandwiches and fought over, (i mean bid on) spectacular artist-made hats --<a href="http://www.aboundphotography.com/Non-Profit/Famous-5-Foundation/">www.aboundphotography.com/Non-Profit/Famous-5-Foundation/</a><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 96px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397471141813643858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2IK7zktx_Hi3O9yC8xvTY37WpWHv-6hTQjw7LHFTE1p0r4xFhPqtpiz-Qz1o7_-gSvuIiyrZkwro_0H7-9t3q4D9dORfXeI8JsgM4JkErh2tK25biBWFYI2OCMp4F4EXcV8NhC2dQ84Ri/s320/electron+hat.jpg" /><br /><br />/>a<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 96px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397470166048182962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDpMpdBju7uxR0Htlq2SZGxXcs6CtedTwoUnRx6l4P3sds-gjNOmHpeA5N3TPJOnr2njakOYm2xZEQCqXfiK2LY3HTj2pPAi15RX_r9NCvvxvdQ3-ScYdYZbUQqHI8Y_A0VFWyXGQduolg/s320/future+5.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 96px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397470157931115810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin3VkWqaujsEw2uiUdaP0AMCo2W7lCtkKFQP2kie0LWi9b0rshCPONON8ZaLIYOvsZNayWNZJ536azWMimuDP8-SZhbB0X6w_kQA7bdSUo030ny8XyCCtRuTNrZEV4tPIM_hynjx4Ymm7y/s320/changing+winds.jpg" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjad_ZYfVmwCgm-CJ8koCdcm4ctaFYlSLnESeVtuCeNe_R7Q0Pi6DDfQRMyl6enUdmB5DMWlRRRTgqNLijh6mDFt_-adv5FMJMRcJSNPInmuyKwz84WxHGQTtp7ARSFjVhAxdMO10vvwzPk/s1600-h/button.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 77px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397470161115927394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjad_ZYfVmwCgm-CJ8koCdcm4ctaFYlSLnESeVtuCeNe_R7Q0Pi6DDfQRMyl6enUdmB5DMWlRRRTgqNLijh6mDFt_-adv5FMJMRcJSNPInmuyKwz84WxHGQTtp7ARSFjVhAxdMO10vvwzPk/s320/button.jpg" /></a><br /><div>all to support the Famous 5 foundation that carries on the leadership work begun by these hard-as-nails early feminists.</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397462402074195826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0qMawVU3MRRj7tnc0JuA1HJ8JlfHTaVqmuJGKHzRCBAizC3sqpxmgZbJwif7i5W7g2ukMXq3Mu-JcdfBvaaIrzViVoL78Ik3gqM5Gquk8_BLw5Dxo-f_6P4h2iMXfXHTmevWGMhfeg0J7/s320/donna+and+i.jpg" />Carry on, girls! "We are equal to high and splendid braveries."<br /><br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397462398355425314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjufZYwILpsTkr8VLwYVpb_3CX8YQyYuGie5VjKZ60Z7HOLRqNKk6NaPd57tTyNeDUweg7IUdIYQs6B8z8jXwdGR9i0XhcEG3FD-h3wf7ZosUEkFkl-2CrctNP0IsV4SqOyAi8oWeUDJlWT/s320/me+with+artist+louise.jpg" /> </div></div></div>The Kelso-Winter Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249352864575840862noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115585982832720258.post-46841743212971012932009-10-05T20:26:00.000-07:002009-10-05T20:49:47.059-07:00Oldie but GoodieSorry for this big ol' pile of photos. It's a desperate attempt to rescue my wheezing laptop from photo overload. Does anyone have the phone # to Hoarders Anonymous?<br /><br /><br /><br /><table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5445324f544d794e54553d0d0a&blogview=true&campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: Hawaii 2007-2009" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5445324f544d794e54553d0d0a.jpg" width="386" height="303" /></a></td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=hallmark&campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" width="386" height="46" /></a></td></tr><tr><td align="middle"><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows/?partner=hallmark" target="_blank">Make a Smilebox slideshow</a></td></tr></tbody></table>The Kelso-Winter Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249352864575840862noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115585982832720258.post-30827643023187279612009-09-15T18:35:00.000-07:002009-09-15T21:54:45.298-07:00Sadness for ShugyOur sweet girl, Shugar, came to us 12 years ago...when Kelsey was in 3rd grade. We had been at the pet shop getting food for Kels' turtle, when we saw a sign, <em><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>"Sweet Border Collie Mix Needs a New Home."</strong></span></em> Her owners met us on a wintry day in a Home Depot parking lot and Kelsey, afraid that he wouldn't be allowed to have her, kept his coat hood up, shielding his face, until they said we could have her. He quickly whipped off the hood, got a huge smile on his face, and grabbed the leash. Shugy had already been sitting right on my feet and when we got home; she spent all of her time in those early days sitting on our laps. If we left her in the backyard , she'd somehow get out - even with rebar! But, there she'd be, sitting on the front porch when we got home. <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTQy0jz7OFvT-9a2PNo2KnkW7PJ_0Q5PCYNbV7gpGqEdlnfQ7gYPJ7o4-LvpLx7pBD2xaas2v3wRfQSm2hQE3xqhhyphenhyphenZ50CGLt2Q9pLwf8PWe_YMDYXm4xrLEjiajA4HNOxUDJK3GRI6Ww0/s1600-h/Shugy+on+deck1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381889194877533762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTQy0jz7OFvT-9a2PNo2KnkW7PJ_0Q5PCYNbV7gpGqEdlnfQ7gYPJ7o4-LvpLx7pBD2xaas2v3wRfQSm2hQE3xqhhyphenhyphenZ50CGLt2Q9pLwf8PWe_YMDYXm4xrLEjiajA4HNOxUDJK3GRI6Ww0/s320/Shugy+on+deck1.JPG" /></a>Shugy was the first dog I had on my own and Kelsey's first too. When Charlie came along, he tried to take her for walks, but she'd put on the brakes if he tried to go more than a block from the house. She was a loyal one-woman dog. </div><div> </div><div>Everyday, Shugar lived up to her name. The groomers would say <em>"She's just the sweetest,"</em> even though we had to carry her in there. After a few times of hauling that 50lb+ girl in there, I decided to buy professional dog clippers and do it myself. It was not a pretty. Shugy was a real trooper though, and thankfully she didn't have a mirror to see my "expertise." </div><div> </div><div>Strangers thought her bark was ferocious - perfect for me as a single mom - but she really just wanted you to endlessly pet her tummy. </div><div> </div><div>Unfortunately, when we relocated to Canada, we couldn't take her with us. After much agonizing and searching, we found an angelic caretaker who gave her a home on her farm - bought her special vitamins and lavished her with TLC, even though Shugy's eyesight and hearing were already failing. As the grande dame, she presided over the menagerie of animals, hung out with her new best friends, a golden retriever named Lori and a husky mix, Elle, and even tolerated the horses. <br /></div><div>She died peacefully in her sleep the other day, just a few days after Lori. Shugy - we were so blessed to have you in our lives and we will miss you forever. </div>The Kelso-Winter Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249352864575840862noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115585982832720258.post-64018485534487584262009-09-08T20:29:00.001-07:002009-09-08T23:16:12.133-07:00Falling into Fall<div align="center">We've had a spectacularly gorgeous summer here in the Canadian Rockies. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379338561398367554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUyAM99QQIk339d5xFo7B5CLapWX43pthjnXgi6dd4LuwLxIMaUFXIap7jdokjqrMozVUFR_LTMkqx3Cay-3A_2Zt8I_i5mUvnQbmxHyNunzb7XfhvE2KYze5etZFgZGiB34bY7Wd5QA6d/s320/three+sisters.jpg" /> <br />Perhaps we'll get a few days of a last hurrah and but Fall is fast approaching. To everything there is a season.<br /><br /><br />Lately, I've been exploring a contemplative spiritual side, spurred on by a friend's labyrinth experience. <a href="http://www.everydaylabyrinth.wordpress.com/">http://www.everydaylabyrinth.wordpress.com/</a> On Monday, we went to walk a labyrinth here in town- an ancient spiritual diagram designed to bring the participant in communion with the sacred. The experience - a new one for me - is very peaceful, centering, calming, unique. Here we were standing right in the middle of a city of a million people and although we could hear the sounds of city life, we were wonderfully removed. As I trailed behind S on the path, I thought. Isn't this what friends are for? Sometimes to be your guide..sometimes to follow your path... not necessarily to always be on the same 'road', but to share your journey, your ups and downs....sometimes just to BE there.<br /><br /><div align="center">And that brought me into being in gratitude for all the friends and family with whom we were lucky enought to shared time with over the summer. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj2Nq0dSJT6oFG5mY86gWmPFCAc8BzNwWLppPInmWdDBC2AfoxdYDUtPQ_U38XFxzjp08Q0L0tVRjjd_7Yu2qhRoLc8vEsSxkqjiOzgT0hgBSxmeyyJBW5sWOiLahNdV1Ahe1TEC9Ort0P/s1600-h/pentlands+us+kels.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379332521956484722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj2Nq0dSJT6oFG5mY86gWmPFCAc8BzNwWLppPInmWdDBC2AfoxdYDUtPQ_U38XFxzjp08Q0L0tVRjjd_7Yu2qhRoLc8vEsSxkqjiOzgT0hgBSxmeyyJBW5sWOiLahNdV1Ahe1TEC9Ort0P/s320/pentlands+us+kels.jpg" /></a> Pondering at La Pensione Pentland.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjurf5NjqhY7B7gd2rJcY77bqKecHUHZc8icGHCEF0Q8466_sFR29_ogk76KDDKc-qusJ-chIFfthRRHK66D4FBoSU7p5xxOn1BX7QCpeIWarte9RIAEu96LN7owOtl7p_fXT-dFQPlnpF3/s1600-h/us+at+paella+restaurant.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379329174960735186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjurf5NjqhY7B7gd2rJcY77bqKecHUHZc8icGHCEF0Q8466_sFR29_ogk76KDDKc-qusJ-chIFfthRRHK66D4FBoSU7p5xxOn1BX7QCpeIWarte9RIAEu96LN7owOtl7p_fXT-dFQPlnpF3/s320/us+at+paella+restaurant.jpg" /></a> Hobnobbing with the Higgins Team.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0vQX_I-Jitd3EqS-s6YBJsQVV6kHUv59J68rSHAJh6pT1kouSZHEB01VkQNuODFPyJWZEHoOZeTvCG3Say9CaD9eBsG9jgJP659oBSx9W0siqj0nvXZeYEPkdftHWAjXRgxzdHBXR2G09/s1600-h/all+dining+rm+shelagh.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379329167980102706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0vQX_I-Jitd3EqS-s6YBJsQVV6kHUv59J68rSHAJh6pT1kouSZHEB01VkQNuODFPyJWZEHoOZeTvCG3Say9CaD9eBsG9jgJP659oBSx9W0siqj0nvXZeYEPkdftHWAjXRgxzdHBXR2G09/s320/all+dining+rm+shelagh.jpg" /></a>Lounging with Lindbergs and Lenons at a Pizza Party..(see the Vanishing Vinyls post.)<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdQubG0wt7qiE44loTE4i99Xy0v3ByKn7aPrtz7Dn8BFbc-O_8GjF47YtwmztBdlRMQai_wawNYWOv0ECzQJGpA4lHiKrEMDJ0BKo4sbleIcwVfgWApJuU6pX4u5F-VPANbb07TBz4HLYZ/s1600-h/trish+wendy+me+cathy.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379329158560081714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdQubG0wt7qiE44loTE4i99Xy0v3ByKn7aPrtz7Dn8BFbc-O_8GjF47YtwmztBdlRMQai_wawNYWOv0ECzQJGpA4lHiKrEMDJ0BKo4sbleIcwVfgWApJuU6pX4u5F-VPANbb07TBz4HLYZ/s320/trish+wendy+me+cathy.jpg" /></a> Delta Gamma Dames.<br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAkpUjnjS0kfBt18XgARl8HV5qkbnzpzJZcphaHirXV3sm50HfxGZv4wTfIYYxp4pzv8Hi_b4EmPZb2kIdDYFzJx3VYGfBJgLSg_DXw-ekPm6wAsRrPm909SKGGqKkz_k1-Zi61ekoPnDL/s1600-h/katie+me.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379329139690624834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAkpUjnjS0kfBt18XgARl8HV5qkbnzpzJZcphaHirXV3sm50HfxGZv4wTfIYYxp4pzv8Hi_b4EmPZb2kIdDYFzJx3VYGfBJgLSg_DXw-ekPm6wAsRrPm909SKGGqKkz_k1-Zi61ekoPnDL/s320/katie+me.JPG" /></a> Fun with Foxy Katie Fox.<br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgGgXoZVn0Yr6z0nNG8p85mfxQOD01neLCecDLCEDQ8OVz__yQUSyKYEUZ8cs_JYCG-SY4rcoa6Ha-v0qT8e0bu7UrrL1sbV5Qjc5FuKxGaX0mSgos8MzJifTvduV0QD6ZDqNDcw-PCigN/s1600-h/wh+us+booth.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379326944909600770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgGgXoZVn0Yr6z0nNG8p85mfxQOD01neLCecDLCEDQ8OVz__yQUSyKYEUZ8cs_JYCG-SY4rcoa6Ha-v0qT8e0bu7UrrL1sbV5Qjc5FuKxGaX0mSgos8MzJifTvduV0QD6ZDqNDcw-PCigN/s320/wh+us+booth.JPG" /></a> Meeting in Marietta. (yes... a meeting - obligatory....)<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7XAwNW6reUBU2GVwNtir_v_VNEH7A-8EYd00whkyUn_2x2F5xLLV06FA5eSjE8l4CcPgoi7zMjRSGhuDgbc1ywni86zfZy4ppQiz-DwEx7zzXjKdrqT0Hn2kr7jUvEAIxlxgrSgM2TR02/s1600-h/paul+me+lunch.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379326939545488834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7XAwNW6reUBU2GVwNtir_v_VNEH7A-8EYd00whkyUn_2x2F5xLLV06FA5eSjE8l4CcPgoi7zMjRSGhuDgbc1ywni86zfZy4ppQiz-DwEx7zzXjKdrqT0Hn2kr7jUvEAIxlxgrSgM2TR02/s320/paul+me+lunch.JPG" /></a> A gaggle of Garrisons. (My cousins who root religiously for Roger Federer.)<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii348vacgeNWYFT-mP0TqhtjGpW1ctiKGrXyzygNdbNZudCiRzI8qNDPRKmZBKwLpAlFr2p09BZDlDuqSh8pacG-oB8zdilq6xJzSGAQMGuScWYcPM9IgxoeTsfxgyTxZoUxMlsSLqneZg/s1600-h/lee+jolene+chrissy+me+stampede.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379326929315589570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii348vacgeNWYFT-mP0TqhtjGpW1ctiKGrXyzygNdbNZudCiRzI8qNDPRKmZBKwLpAlFr2p09BZDlDuqSh8pacG-oB8zdilq6xJzSGAQMGuScWYcPM9IgxoeTsfxgyTxZoUxMlsSLqneZg/s320/lee+jolene+chrissy+me+stampede.JPG" /></a> Sassy lasses Stampeding.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxpvnl6CsVMR9bez_wWNgXDgLRsRMoBW1Qe7F04Eegg29XUBXK-9HIF8uwPnXnpexA7v-JPHGh59GmgDwtGqdtH1JTO3v-ru05FFUiO-CLmzsXBRa1q3y7dos01o5REYuOLWu44ogt_mpn/s1600-h/me+sarah+kathryn+marcy.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379326922089377634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxpvnl6CsVMR9bez_wWNgXDgLRsRMoBW1Qe7F04Eegg29XUBXK-9HIF8uwPnXnpexA7v-JPHGh59GmgDwtGqdtH1JTO3v-ru05FFUiO-CLmzsXBRa1q3y7dos01o5REYuOLWu44ogt_mpn/s320/me+sarah+kathryn+marcy.jpg" /></a> Muskingum Mavens aka River Rat Residers. <br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaJeY0yXuTdQ72DoKtQtrpI7hAePGiMS_vBb3vdCfaqNqGYarb-6Bo_yUO0l8kuwxs5oNYZz172ylqCL3UZHGzagNw2MEGFxbiLa44MAidyuxTc7-pBaLSUiX_XBvrLLal6pfgXq8lqOP8/s1600-h/szechuan.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379325617409215922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaJeY0yXuTdQ72DoKtQtrpI7hAePGiMS_vBb3vdCfaqNqGYarb-6Bo_yUO0l8kuwxs5oNYZz172ylqCL3UZHGzagNw2MEGFxbiLa44MAidyuxTc7-pBaLSUiX_XBvrLLal6pfgXq8lqOP8/s320/szechuan.jpg" /></a> Ta Ta to Tibet Travelers.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLCzeuCmsAQx16vP7UbQtbGYPlyGoTib_EkNs6GF1unsDRPLJcCixWvIb_aZTxXBm22fYvRqpg-hITypxuLNdi6JOX8XvaFtiqLLWdQtYHmnGHt1PVtApANJat60li0ncLxli9helak1vy/s1600-h/IMG_9039.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379340887954616338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLCzeuCmsAQx16vP7UbQtbGYPlyGoTib_EkNs6GF1unsDRPLJcCixWvIb_aZTxXBm22fYvRqpg-hITypxuLNdi6JOX8XvaFtiqLLWdQtYHmnGHt1PVtApANJat60li0ncLxli9helak1vy/s320/IMG_9039.jpg" /></a><br />Kelso Klan ...oops Clan... at Whetten Wedding.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1bAR5Qfg2ac8YkYpIP6CzxCECkXvee3NecsegkmJGliZO89Yi1cMyzyTyTkgY9xj-wFWdtEDdF18XchopgjvGbuerKMPFl_YNdbwzybL-6vl1cotcWkfgM44ukvHPII8GRZtiK1VA1tPG/s1600-h/me+carmela+statues.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379325606083603490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1bAR5Qfg2ac8YkYpIP6CzxCECkXvee3NecsegkmJGliZO89Yi1cMyzyTyTkgY9xj-wFWdtEDdF18XchopgjvGbuerKMPFl_YNdbwzybL-6vl1cotcWkfgM44ukvHPII8GRZtiK1VA1tPG/s320/me+carmela+statues.jpg" /></a>Lunching with Large Lady (not Carmela - the statue!) <br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc_rEV2l7tpRMn4g8bea1qK_zmTOxfYexUVJGSULU3Eks5b_Dvf7CidT55r47R9mtusd-zS20vrE2qbHBUgtYXuNdtfqFWAOFJnYfOsFflToG3KI0aO-ul9Hl6ttNm4p6YyUV33aKVub1x/s1600-h/birthday+dons+deck.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379325599657279874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc_rEV2l7tpRMn4g8bea1qK_zmTOxfYexUVJGSULU3Eks5b_Dvf7CidT55r47R9mtusd-zS20vrE2qbHBUgtYXuNdtfqFWAOFJnYfOsFflToG3KI0aO-ul9Hl6ttNm4p6YyUV33aKVub1x/s320/birthday+dons+deck.jpg" /></a> Half a Dozen on Don's Deck.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQq_mEz5yJj3NW9gpj6w1Wq80pXe9Nn9FPEaNFVbRkcARDny6JIKAHOgl_NCnsVXPI45483Y9GPLQ9vYXTRu-Vdcg5rhgApctn_RIcB8EyQ3PUX_XS3Rj5_7mFGiPZmwuRHLluNPvhlOok/s1600-h/birthday+dinner+mercatos.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379325588270218258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQq_mEz5yJj3NW9gpj6w1Wq80pXe9Nn9FPEaNFVbRkcARDny6JIKAHOgl_NCnsVXPI45483Y9GPLQ9vYXTRu-Vdcg5rhgApctn_RIcB8EyQ3PUX_XS3Rj5_7mFGiPZmwuRHLluNPvhlOok/s320/birthday+dinner+mercatos.jpg" /></a> Munching at Mercato. Fellow Forty-Somethings. (mostly.) <br /><br /><br /><div>Hugging Hillary Higgins at Hillhurst. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguLyDJInQN-v4_xxlDZIfu2Q7PqijgD44NabVI72XSlyxhCb8vIaF4sVaqhaS9Ts-JCt6pJTJoesJBR22r40V6krmyOLogxmE0k3oGTyTNKAIRXJFiMtMlv1tuh5187TtuDt-2jcx8j7Xy/s1600-h/IMG_8961.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379324141892272370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguLyDJInQN-v4_xxlDZIfu2Q7PqijgD44NabVI72XSlyxhCb8vIaF4sVaqhaS9Ts-JCt6pJTJoesJBR22r40V6krmyOLogxmE0k3oGTyTNKAIRXJFiMtMlv1tuh5187TtuDt-2jcx8j7Xy/s320/IMG_8961.jpg" /></a><br /><br />E's eye's on it! <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgENLaphlyrEuP3ubfX8okCJZigf5s4jwc5pW8qP5qOUgSUWOfvrH-6HpEO6wolCXxJilPS1JvGbxVDvClDPOP83yAY0BFPP0Dvvile7-lBLysXT256jqhzVPYrm74GtCTWiHi6_dUlDdLM/s1600-h/eddie+catch+charlie.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379324136525412786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgENLaphlyrEuP3ubfX8okCJZigf5s4jwc5pW8qP5qOUgSUWOfvrH-6HpEO6wolCXxJilPS1JvGbxVDvClDPOP83yAY0BFPP0Dvvile7-lBLysXT256jqhzVPYrm74GtCTWiHi6_dUlDdLM/s320/eddie+catch+charlie.jpg" /></a> Hanging with the Holdrens.<br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpBKYvZPGzXsFzxDqz-ypS2Ljl4AF7BJxc-lya9JuuBGNjnwzHeNaQb0SyFVvShO8IK4yM5spB1YEDKVwPgqPBVz3jqGTE_FTfOeh21xUMCbr7O8BsG-HL50UF7Ap1wrXycV2I4MXzOIRT/s1600-h/us+with+holdrens.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379324121373967186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpBKYvZPGzXsFzxDqz-ypS2Ljl4AF7BJxc-lya9JuuBGNjnwzHeNaQb0SyFVvShO8IK4yM5spB1YEDKVwPgqPBVz3jqGTE_FTfOeh21xUMCbr7O8BsG-HL50UF7Ap1wrXycV2I4MXzOIRT/s320/us+with+holdrens.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Get-together with the Goodricks.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj76kjgUxqTT0Hthu_-0OlIljLdmSlVNRioF-19208Yl9vdU0t69He1mr-lhHTP9nr1ZSlezW_cIlxpWlLMqb3lVF6b1oUO7N-yJshxhPjFPayFKdhDrd3HS3P2chff8nGEMhZmIBhHUraW/s1600-h/Hawaii+Feb+09+338.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379322320645740050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj76kjgUxqTT0Hthu_-0OlIljLdmSlVNRioF-19208Yl9vdU0t69He1mr-lhHTP9nr1ZSlezW_cIlxpWlLMqb3lVF6b1oUO7N-yJshxhPjFPayFKdhDrd3HS3P2chff8nGEMhZmIBhHUraW/s320/Hawaii+Feb+09+338.jpg" /></a><br />Say? Is that Sam y Senora Smith? <br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXZLxLk81d0PyZGt2TezguFt9Y4EM3Htr3r1ZdBStZj_RDNCUIc9Yea9v4rPfzPn7WcQjX7GO2Jrojty0PfX3xHpLVI-teozycOYtVEkzz1hSZtVZ-xYGai9MocbyOA2eaxxp4gUtty2t0/s1600-h/us+and+the+smiths.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379322313836986466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXZLxLk81d0PyZGt2TezguFt9Y4EM3Htr3r1ZdBStZj_RDNCUIc9Yea9v4rPfzPn7WcQjX7GO2Jrojty0PfX3xHpLVI-teozycOYtVEkzz1hSZtVZ-xYGai9MocbyOA2eaxxp4gUtty2t0/s320/us+and+the+smiths.jpg" /></a><br />Look! It's the Lucky Lebenslust-ers. <br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY74cmEjvTBBukuQzvoR-_8Tfh6NAXh0RUYkcnptc_LtIzb0Yz7aPXD1gsyQ1-4n7MjsCnAxo6n9OZwUfZgdcvenEJr4VecrIbNHn-Cn-W4MEctby4fV06xDENd7QDX1OmipVEbpaIk3EP/s1600-h/tom+shelagh+bike.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379322304270297890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY74cmEjvTBBukuQzvoR-_8Tfh6NAXh0RUYkcnptc_LtIzb0Yz7aPXD1gsyQ1-4n7MjsCnAxo6n9OZwUfZgdcvenEJr4VecrIbNHn-Cn-W4MEctby4fV06xDENd7QDX1OmipVEbpaIk3EP/s320/tom+shelagh+bike.jpg" /></a><br />Four Females before the Floor was Finished. (see Don's Deck photo)<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2vwqV9wO0Ac2BFTgQFqp9OlB-R9X3KGOJ-aMjj2amjvQs8OejVYXieJMTE_TGdbIorpPLZB73ow1feaPUO1WFZh3z-I9lYcSfb5S-XFmEE5EahuL6V8yES9v_DgvlQpe7yivMOPB064Iq/s1600-h/lee+donna+heather+me.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379322294064013618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2vwqV9wO0Ac2BFTgQFqp9OlB-R9X3KGOJ-aMjj2amjvQs8OejVYXieJMTE_TGdbIorpPLZB73ow1feaPUO1WFZh3z-I9lYcSfb5S-XFmEE5EahuL6V8yES9v_DgvlQpe7yivMOPB064Iq/s320/lee+donna+heather+me.jpg" /></a><br />Jazzercisers at Jacqui's.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcufSl6oZiSj73zURQ952Wia9Cx8zYqmQWkmd-S057jR_Xtq5oW_jE5Cj1nZCA2hyphenhyphenPPccB7LGsK0HZtz3g6VtqBaO1hfbQGiUIL0i25Xa_BUB5JX7-WN1cwBtpKKUEtHNkSYZj-ubrgplX/s1600-h/jaqui+party+-+judy+hands.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379322285467508258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcufSl6oZiSj73zURQ952Wia9Cx8zYqmQWkmd-S057jR_Xtq5oW_jE5Cj1nZCA2hyphenhyphenPPccB7LGsK0HZtz3g6VtqBaO1hfbQGiUIL0i25Xa_BUB5JX7-WN1cwBtpKKUEtHNkSYZj-ubrgplX/s320/jaqui+party+-+judy+hands.JPG" /></a><br />Nine Neighbors noshing...(Notice not that it is actually eight.) <br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaNz8JHyVaTd2Y97FpJcpZ5GznDjCPo3mdzCGy8K3BDjRGH-xiW7RgzrARf_Y9S3s1RhtUcD9Q9Samv8piZCIjsVzkTkN457tpT3mdOO4tckVIojAxdhWijZ522LTIyLOFj2Xqm5oo8Ygd/s1600-h/bd+pudding+GroupPicDinnerApril25-09-.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379320503986601362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaNz8JHyVaTd2Y97FpJcpZ5GznDjCPo3mdzCGy8K3BDjRGH-xiW7RgzrARf_Y9S3s1RhtUcD9Q9Samv8piZCIjsVzkTkN457tpT3mdOO4tckVIojAxdhWijZ522LTIyLOFj2Xqm5oo8Ygd/s320/bd+pudding+GroupPicDinnerApril25-09-.JPG" /></a> Preparing for the Pirate Party on the Plank. ..Arrrr.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpa0xNDgtIPTy76oJX6btaVGEFrzP-PYUsQRpsL3WRD6KeHdVsvOojnuDKp0-g9w8LL1-oB3YHa0fGwNN-DRm9z2meaSjhrZCsvdNBsKmtsqZo1LLwDnKwh29T-bczEchF2GgKY9EHa43j/s1600-h/us+on+way+to+rob%27s+party.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379320494705130978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpa0xNDgtIPTy76oJX6btaVGEFrzP-PYUsQRpsL3WRD6KeHdVsvOojnuDKp0-g9w8LL1-oB3YHa0fGwNN-DRm9z2meaSjhrZCsvdNBsKmtsqZo1LLwDnKwh29T-bczEchF2GgKY9EHa43j/s320/us+on+way+to+rob%27s+party.jpg" /></a> Can more fun be had in Canmore? (ok..that's super silly, eh?) <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLleoMJUE_Uh6BJU5hdnREObNQIiHL1IqSgKl8rAE5inrLTZDkpADyoi-OjRE9cQ2BDC2fraiaV8ncMWjsBBZIp7gdjw9u22zLU_NZe6-IdI64pFtDOShF-gxVqEtIpYKfeK0eJqVz6Z_V/s1600-h/all+pancakes.jpg"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivCgCoNNu860m4eFWW3de3r_ofpNTBhtnfwvjGhemFlo5agkHeQBEhX6DgjbIn1Yhgq8sm8puuuLd_zS1OL9O_dJWTVKVToAaZzv8eyHYoZwx3vj3ZoEwo23QgiTuwwcfZgDM5GRRyOJ58/s1600-h/reg+ed+me+charlie+canmore.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379320474307727298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivCgCoNNu860m4eFWW3de3r_ofpNTBhtnfwvjGhemFlo5agkHeQBEhX6DgjbIn1Yhgq8sm8puuuLd_zS1OL9O_dJWTVKVToAaZzv8eyHYoZwx3vj3ZoEwo23QgiTuwwcfZgDM5GRRyOJ58/s320/reg+ed+me+charlie+canmore.jpg" /></a></div><div></div><br />And....Boyz behaving. <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj69xKoEKnhvv4o8KylWMlY49z5_9nooGGHdoD3V__IsGzK_2PkMrBeE1p2zGEw3Oml4WHj28HfSnYpOfqqTk_WTc0jSoz4UfywBuih26ORugrtjjfMaoFUZBXFAdgF9eNkb-rN7ANH3G1S/s1600-h/boys+at+dinner.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379320471991326002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj69xKoEKnhvv4o8KylWMlY49z5_9nooGGHdoD3V__IsGzK_2PkMrBeE1p2zGEw3Oml4WHj28HfSnYpOfqqTk_WTc0jSoz4UfywBuih26ORugrtjjfMaoFUZBXFAdgF9eNkb-rN7ANH3G1S/s320/boys+at+dinner.JPG" /></a> Missed seeing mis tres nietos. See ya soon! <br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379332530345218322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZKXnfwTltmvHCyp75faYp1sGNjrnfomXuk1eXGlojg1jvAS3cLQdjU_Id77iesPz4hBLRt6QJb-4n6tzpeNKgQLnbjoG9x8eQFPdAv-Euc8z4c07KGg59VN17_4dDudKE91rvmXozSCd-/s320/IMG_2427.JPG" /> Hope to catch up with more family and friends in the Fall. Come on up, y'all! <br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>The Kelso-Winter Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249352864575840862noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115585982832720258.post-45395941555294036852009-08-21T14:54:00.000-07:002009-08-21T15:22:22.467-07:00Labyrinth<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf_yo02emcAHnq8gVjo4QFGmv-vEMSPNs3_Sv-uVXVSHn0eOCJboB9YXs8SUsirhe6blakxEhHW7ZXuhB8CxKRrqE5QGxZwNEhbiLoMMzfXHld7cFjZdYZIgH4YsiU8pfs3p-Q1Cg9ACII/s1600-h/me+shelagh.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf_yo02emcAHnq8gVjo4QFGmv-vEMSPNs3_Sv-uVXVSHn0eOCJboB9YXs8SUsirhe6blakxEhHW7ZXuhB8CxKRrqE5QGxZwNEhbiLoMMzfXHld7cFjZdYZIgH4YsiU8pfs3p-Q1Cg9ACII/s320/me+shelagh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372542643400969378" /></a><br /><br />Hi there faithful readers. I've mostly given myself the summer off from blogging, but I wanted to tell you about a blog that I love and I think might appeal to you too. <br /><br />My soul sister, Shelagh, who you've seen before in this space, is blogging about her year-long journey to connect to the sacred using a labyrinth. (it's not the only way..just one way.) It's best if you read the blog from the earliest post forward, and then check back everyday. <br /><br />http://everydaylabyrinth.wordpress.com/ <br /><br />- j <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjThQes8sHi5JvDHpoSVfUucXYy5NUMEOZfGzJMmhPSnFBaZBVNsrl1dSs4PdVx1KyXQiw9EPf1AkbjvgPR5g4cnAa7nREh8VFiH9iGkGKO_hRyljU13Xi72qKo7bOBC-TE9pDx48dzoXXx/s1600-h/labyrinth.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjThQes8sHi5JvDHpoSVfUucXYy5NUMEOZfGzJMmhPSnFBaZBVNsrl1dSs4PdVx1KyXQiw9EPf1AkbjvgPR5g4cnAa7nREh8VFiH9iGkGKO_hRyljU13Xi72qKo7bOBC-TE9pDx48dzoXXx/s320/labyrinth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372545758325001650" /></a>The Kelso-Winter Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249352864575840862noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115585982832720258.post-4569701008845658522009-07-08T20:42:00.000-07:002009-07-28T21:00:41.952-07:00Sophmoric Silliness (same as before but different)Trippin' to Ohio: July 4th Weekend.<br /><br /><br />First stop on the tour to the Buckeye State: My cohort in-college-cavortin, Wendy's sprawling 1950s farmhouse on secluded acreage in the middle of a city. There are more amenities including those little shampoos and lotion than the Ritz. I'm pretty sure there must be a cabana boy around here... <br /><br />Here we are in a moment of sobriety propriety with two of our sorority sisters who popped over. This is the tame photo so that they'll still talk to me...and pre-cabana's boy's killer slushes made with that special brown liquid from Kentucky.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi06U0qJbqx9HO-yENeoxQT8bpHxrRI3Z0QEJKnFyEzqbw3Dfem9SP80BtWtT8FIQiCCWqMWn7ibyKpMjNieyUI4oPnSC3XEJ_iZGboq1N1cLUOQUdZ6xIpBUgELfSPeSGpcokCraq83RRI/s1600-h/trish+wendy+me+cathy.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363413411627605026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi06U0qJbqx9HO-yENeoxQT8bpHxrRI3Z0QEJKnFyEzqbw3Dfem9SP80BtWtT8FIQiCCWqMWn7ibyKpMjNieyUI4oPnSC3XEJ_iZGboq1N1cLUOQUdZ6xIpBUgELfSPeSGpcokCraq83RRI/s320/trish+wendy+me+cathy.jpg" /></a><br />While the pool boy was busy servicing elsewhere, (this is a blog for of-age readers..kids..go text or play your X-Box), I decided to make MY favorite adult beverage, mojitos. Of course those of you of legal age may have made mojitos and you know that there are multiple and very crucial steps to making the perfect one. <em>Note to readers: Do not attempt if you have or may have any issues with alcohol as alcohol is an addictive substance and ruins lives. Seriously. Stop reading this kids and go outside and play on the monkey bars. Auntie Jane and her girlfriends behaved like total Ya-Yas but they are 99% of the time fine, upstanding citizens individuals who know never to drink and drive..all things in moderation..usually..most of the time.. nearly all of the time.. yeah... that's it. </em><br />Anyway, now that the kids are gone eating popsicles... Mojito making is complex. You have to make simple syrup, slice and juice the limes, muddle the mint, add the ice, put in some..not too much... vodka and I was trying to do ALL this AND keep up amiable bantering. So our bar owner/tennis pro friend, Cathy, said, "I could have had those done an hour ago!" Note to self: Prepare mojitos BEFORE guests arrive and BEFORE slushes. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgbnATtE9BaZP7o9YqPyjvcVyowxaL8qnJvayN_ueuvYekH6JTS33DSo_fQGRFZM34ElvbP299d8qJ8j0-ZgExyenWxWPfafZcltYAyL7KWwNb8NruPfJo-KshloncJsgYe133PA4bLp8_/s1600-h/cheers!+slush.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363413040960340722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgbnATtE9BaZP7o9YqPyjvcVyowxaL8qnJvayN_ueuvYekH6JTS33DSo_fQGRFZM34ElvbP299d8qJ8j0-ZgExyenWxWPfafZcltYAyL7KWwNb8NruPfJo-KshloncJsgYe133PA4bLp8_/s320/cheers!+slush.jpg" /></a> Here's to Life's challenges. They may not have skipped us but we wouldn't change a thing. Except maybe to have gotten together more frequently. Wendy's youngest and most compliant child, Andrew, did saunter by our locale in the poolhouse... Oh..Andrew!! Another slushy please! I am definitely putting my bid in to retire to her carriage house. I have shamelessly bribed her dogs, so if they have a vote, I'm a shoo-in. Do you think I should advertise now for a pool boy in say, 2030? <br /><div></div><div>Next day, after detox, Wendy and I drove up to the OWU campus. We gave the place quite the beating back in our day but it's still somehow looking mighty fine. This metal thingy was put up by some class with more class than ours. </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356303059641132354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8nUMZimHIMbtnCBuwFBHD_NpquDcL2QR-qkdf35oHj5-6GYszXBQv0sy94cEYdktxh1c4ycA1z4lql4k3cQhs-Jez74MOkhTKDq5QfXDus_dg1a9nRTfp2kdoQqdCmrEKanwACycwtYzW/s320/me+wendy+inside+sculpture.jpg" /> We even drove by the old Phi Psi house which barely belies all the many forms of debauchery, I mean debonair-ness (the English language can be tricky) that took place within its walls. and of course the DG house where absolutely NO debauchery took place, darn-it. No need for photos - Insert stock footage of any fraternity and sorority from any college campus in the USA and you got it.<br /><br />And of course the requisite stop to Butsy's, which is now called the Backstretch, in a homage to the Little Brown Jug (you HAVE to google that if you don't know what it is) It's still a very divey bar that would have curled our mothers' hair and had them yanking us out by ours if only they'd known we were hanging there. The regular "Norm!s" get their seats early..as in a.m. (oooh hey..it IS afternoon isn't it?) <br /><br />Pitchers used to set us back $2, or a toonie for you Canadians, although neither Wendy nor I can remember ever having to pay for one. We invented the game of Quarters here - I'm sure of it. And our schoolgirl rendition of Stevie Nicks' <em>Leather and Lace</em> in 3- part harmony, still echoes from the walls. Might have been the year we were nominated for a Grammy. You can google that too. Aforementioned Regular Bar Stool Ocupant seemed relieved that we didn't reprise our roles.. he was here for the first time around, as what is passing for paint. I do believe my gray hair is a NEW addition, or RBSO might have recognized me. <br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356303064279356610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieWlCSqZrwPWIbOj9w1fxoR2GyFsRd5qc-A1zioIdwl7PvRNAsXmI-a0IH-E2oeLVm_C3BLuFEPDqBz2xfNAwuKy7O9ELB13aUyRXsrtsW2PYEGrqQjgAq_lVTtha6wUMVK37E7syeb1_s/s320/me+wendy+butsys.jpg" /> I would love to share the visit to Wendy's dad's with you but I was so enamored by his wit and charm that I totally forgot to photo-size him or his hot-dog eating cute little rescue wanna-be pit bull pup, Lady..Missy..Bugsy..Sissy..Sassy... something... Ok...had tooo much fun at Wendy's.<br /><br /><p>Now, drive thee in a southeasterly direction towards the foothills of the Appalachians and the Class Reunion of Marietta High School Class of 1979. The biggest, most athletic, smartest, best all-around class ever. <em><span style="font-size:78%;">Source: Who's Who in American High Schools. </span></em></p>First stop: The old homestead @ 331 and my mom's resting aka haunting spot. Oh yes..but she's a friendly ghost. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpGQxpZu74-J4UFRLwxJoeS4Sz2Ppc34ERQuc8jugi4wlxNAtXLa-9nGLeruU6rO5QdyIPuA0f1jRqbCE6S7YfrnwkkMJ9HmEZKLzYkoca-Va_GirGAKLT-diiVUAv_mbwNIYaHcLmYzCf/s1600-h/331+from+rt+side.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363409628256154674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpGQxpZu74-J4UFRLwxJoeS4Sz2Ppc34ERQuc8jugi4wlxNAtXLa-9nGLeruU6rO5QdyIPuA0f1jRqbCE6S7YfrnwkkMJ9HmEZKLzYkoca-Va_GirGAKLT-diiVUAv_mbwNIYaHcLmYzCf/s320/331+from+rt+side.jpg" /></a><br />When I hit her beloved brick streets, my heart skips a beat and then a wonderful sense of peace..the kind that comes from being back on familiar turf, descends. ahhhhhh.....<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibHe3k4s3iLC98escyWK3Aw0NaZyf_o2T732XYGXZgF8oBzkbVfwWNMp1XAWsz7YQ1R4j4P3v2l3Po184rw-L3xLZuUG5oip8Dmp7etKc2oaE1_t0IAzecJ_2_8Za9ERVuGBMffQI3mAZc/s1600-h/5th+street+rearview.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363411281365900162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibHe3k4s3iLC98escyWK3Aw0NaZyf_o2T732XYGXZgF8oBzkbVfwWNMp1XAWsz7YQ1R4j4P3v2l3Po184rw-L3xLZuUG5oip8Dmp7etKc2oaE1_t0IAzecJ_2_8Za9ERVuGBMffQI3mAZc/s320/5th+street+rearview.jpg" /></a><br /><br />But only a brief time for wallowing in nostalgia. Time to head straight over to Party Central: my homegirl, Holly's, house. Let the Reunioning begin!<br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363389929024886114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3gbqKEXA6btWQe1cGVknZ2Df5uT9xajGF3w6sKVqHsyMsw_0ea9h6PJMET69nMndt2HgwsTOe_uX6rai_7BSQjG3XpWGbWHkrkfSMmNVW6sQ3jzMsi190-V1nROctROT9mArX28nPL_PY/s320/brock+kern+poulson+me+straight.jpg" /></p><p></p><p>Here's the in-crowd..minus Sarah and Lauren. We were the popular ones.. oh yeah..the "it" girls. the co-eds on the go, the hostesses with the mostesses, the prom AND homecoming queens, the girls who can't be caught..that was us...Oh, whatever! That's the great thing about a 30th reunion...no one cares who you 'were'... heck, we didn't care that much back then! Or is it that we can't remember? </p><br />This dress-alike decision was extremely last-minute - as in we were nearly walking out the door, and Pam didn't get the call. She did have Black and Pink so we included her..cause we are all nice girls like that. But watch out Pam! Holly Hobensack's hovering hands can NOT be trusted! <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363388853848337026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSYmjLI0XqQPpc1HrAHJ9iAqeOrefafyAIB57OzMaUEmkiBmb9xlFKW89-GcUzVTJgqHZLz3BoMlBklwGnYIoZGjSZf9JyBiLNmxy_X3vX8wXNIKbNRtTnbC4SEdvW7GqlQMEBO6_C57O1/s320/pam+andrea+holly+patting+boob+me.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363388858768663570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdd99DS2IacWNNEJLkzqFDY1osIe00VwH_TmNqgf6cnLl8DFo_9d0ohhPa-pDgvCw4gYH2Py2-ExN8Kyj-mD1qLEDwB4TVIVSAZN33bkt7l4heQTJROLE4gg5Y7tI9ukc9xCYPJ_6gsz8f/s320/jon+p+dont+ask+dont+tell.jpg" /></div><br /><div>See? ... Do not even ask what is going on in this photo. Looks like Hot Hands Holly has her hands on her Hunk. At least it's her own hunk. It, the photo, not the hunk, will self-destruct after viewing. </div><br /><br />We are all much more mature now, like maybe 15 minutes more. Yet, it seems that Class Clowns mature a little more slowly perhaps. Kathryn and I are not holding hands with Hot Hands Hobensack. We are holding them down!<br /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE_9-Wdz0XtnvRzQz2SIZngRJvT1HAyg3ce9YzY6gfZ0FvKT-7wSnhZidcA4aZx_tsy8VU_aSkV47sQF33Pjk2uTQKVoRIFGtf8-OPEI4bjPQCOd1xFeLDAuRY4lAZ55yW0gQo79wRGseh/s1600-h/me+kathryn+holding+hollys+hands.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE_9-Wdz0XtnvRzQz2SIZngRJvT1HAyg3ce9YzY6gfZ0FvKT-7wSnhZidcA4aZx_tsy8VU_aSkV47sQF33Pjk2uTQKVoRIFGtf8-OPEI4bjPQCOd1xFeLDAuRY4lAZ55yW0gQo79wRGseh/s320/me+kathryn+holding+hollys+hands.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363578202674918354" /></a><br /><br /><div>And here we are behaving ourselves in the manner befitting our puritanical, white-bread upbringing. Believe it or not, this picture is not alcohol- induced even though the American Legion's drinks are only $2.50. A whopping .50 increase in the last 20 years. Gotta keep those veterans in high spirits! I stuck to good ol' tap H20'cause I am all dignified like that. That, and I had to be sober to have blackmail material at the 35th reunion. <br /><br /></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363384220899446770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUJ4vVmYneVSDDECy_D7rLW9VhRWZhuOjz_yhZW1h7bqGW16T_g1ECUnCayKmJJ2_CBLIoTaLCc4ezFmNIW3zy8x2NBm35RCKUcMEGKY5XgJlrJTB391vuMT-3T7k5XgINcvkZ75sMFJpj/s320/crazy+black+and+whites.jpg" /> Some of us were able to get ourselves upright the next day and went to hang out at Le Weir de Wesel near the confluence of the Muskingum and Ohio Rivers. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdr0PaEhvpPh-HrO68wE8_akuv0PklOuYDwfrAOyb4XmaAt2RMy_11O4Iqe6aS9kwZpY8kAqq0z8Cmufv7SsSgXftuYcwl1KJ2mxkJcS9eMxcZNMWUZQL9FrcuMt6PUsGA0BrBPdN5ydTs/s1600-h/me+sarah+kathryn+marcy.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363409620972718130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdr0PaEhvpPh-HrO68wE8_akuv0PklOuYDwfrAOyb4XmaAt2RMy_11O4Iqe6aS9kwZpY8kAqq0z8Cmufv7SsSgXftuYcwl1KJ2mxkJcS9eMxcZNMWUZQL9FrcuMt6PUsGA0BrBPdN5ydTs/s320/me+sarah+kathryn+marcy.jpg" /></a><br />Meanwhile, one or more of us may have been shocked to see photos from the previous night.. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363406700162235826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRMirUX9A5fHpegv7ASB3qTpL6f2cC4VMZiFuxzx3XTHHhCZl1wPJijl2UjQLfZzJZMGsor_b_WP_OJuQYzEyMNHL4v0SVFVEAZGPSQ7XVYy681CF0BIn00g75DMLENTyoqHGT5V7Riqw8/s320/ben+receiving+porn.jpg" /><br /><br />one was sentenced to hard labor:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk283GEMKrqZ6DmhQ5hOIFO8LYdz-xWBkLw9QQkjuxen-0RFkrPZbDfswobE7_A4DQKPisrpYKdlJdZICCarrn7OHwPppDJMQKF0KThDkPcTY95SQVaYV4wlv6oVbe7IcfheMO5AywaElp/s1600-h/dave+fixing+skidoo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk283GEMKrqZ6DmhQ5hOIFO8LYdz-xWBkLw9QQkjuxen-0RFkrPZbDfswobE7_A4DQKPisrpYKdlJdZICCarrn7OHwPppDJMQKF0KThDkPcTY95SQVaYV4wlv6oVbe7IcfheMO5AywaElp/s320/dave+fixing+skidoo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363554227733449698" /></a><br /><br />and one had to hide under a grass hat... oh wait.. I think she's a little young for our class... that's Wendy's 2nd youngest and not very compliant child. (just kidding, Foxy.) <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitXCReDLFgYJ60rznS3de6iz_joNI6Ijex4-wpvfxex-v4prt-xRIy1FRSqhz3SVhDQxi-LUMv_GC7a-wASNMCQpw9xPYvtrAJOWN8SZ-6FLtbzU4QOHPaSsicSS3v6HFKfOAqDZ7QRl6P/s1600-h/kate+grass+hat.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitXCReDLFgYJ60rznS3de6iz_joNI6Ijex4-wpvfxex-v4prt-xRIy1FRSqhz3SVhDQxi-LUMv_GC7a-wASNMCQpw9xPYvtrAJOWN8SZ-6FLtbzU4QOHPaSsicSS3v6HFKfOAqDZ7QRl6P/s320/kate+grass+hat.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363554743467961874" /></a><br /><br />After coralling enough fun to last another 5 years, I saddled up my horse and trotted back to Calgary just in time to join the yeehawing at Stampede!<br /><br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA87G3wMGVELiHVsSBpGYYni0cROFaR2T1I39j3uECFWPuH57hbsqVgTze0vLcWiE67_qF6xOta2IjWfGHfVKZmh7p8HomvWpNSDYlG8Z9jXfQ-D0zAGGfxL5Up5sY0gH7JhlpkSKW8XEg/s1600-h/charlie+me+stampede.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363406715081907650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxDLww-21lAA_twmFYh9x9orVzSCaW5sb6YOKGqRtUcS5g3MlSgv-5Vs1xT-g9MZyvwdrKWs13-8ctWPpRKJ5Nx_GaGhEfN_CDwrpU_QUeUyFS7YI_khas8z64sqfOl0PRDxE-U3MDsSJK/s320/lee+jolene+chrissy+me+stampede.JPG" /></a><br /><br /> Had a blast, but it's good to be Home.<br /><br /></div></div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlYzESsEwrpJBF6GcVBWXTHvfyxVm0bOz9fd3ozo1c3u3oJtKop1LH2lkqs7w7FdXvgiHsKIzHO4LUvtZ-Qk7NOIIqU1Edc_ObbN22tejDz_omCvAgneyZF0gfE1zTFwuuXco2IXwvlpc4/s1600-h/charlie+me+stampede.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlYzESsEwrpJBF6GcVBWXTHvfyxVm0bOz9fd3ozo1c3u3oJtKop1LH2lkqs7w7FdXvgiHsKIzHO4LUvtZ-Qk7NOIIqU1Edc_ObbN22tejDz_omCvAgneyZF0gfE1zTFwuuXco2IXwvlpc4/s320/charlie+me+stampede.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363582770869919010" /></a>The Kelso-Winter Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249352864575840862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115585982832720258.post-70271277324376751322009-05-31T21:42:00.001-07:002009-06-01T22:48:45.570-07:00Burn the Bum Off Bike RideSpring has arrived in Calgary so we enrolled in Bike Boot Camp 101. Goal: To burn off bum (that's butt in American.) Assignment: Get off bum, put bum on bicycle, sit on bum while moving legs until legs or bum fall off. Ready, set, Go!<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342579795905414658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFtua6zinICZPhLvtVuLZXm7Q96SjmpRYyePt8W8j6iMck-piRoekYxmARrS_TCgcmAdn9T8X33M48BeCVkAiFkgG7REPC_tts_X38Eg6rsIOdnKLP9bKl6fjaQNyiJz6bJRgP_XtmJ3-U/s320/IMG_8106.JPG" border="0" /> Pedal out of downtown on aforementioned bum,noting key sights along way. This is Calgary's Official Bird: The Crane. <em><span style="font-size:85%;">very small joke</span></em>. Seems like the Bike Bum Boot Camp admits just about anyone.<br /><div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342229778378758786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6AWSNBu2HpGKlMO8XfK6hiI0icYBpOWPRU7vdNdsA_QXRMO2xxLhoO-VVSta1SORYpMSbbiIEljSDaX5l8AIFRe5aDAIppP_Vnznr0rkmiz6xKEQYNMq_-GIXrFIjDAIvToNWMldrnIK5/s320/IMG_8075.JPG" border="0" />Pedal past dangerous wier... usually there are a flock of pelicans fishing here, but it must be Pelican Party time at the pier instead. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342217416958818882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8CrpSLilxa8F-AvOSBTT2Q4L-VuimBFyZW7FDDhD0rpmc_JnsznsJGKOtkhdT_egRP7HqsJBKyDiglWSojZNgU4EVM1TYGCaWu6Yircwao3n6ZM9ZAgYr8rYfMTOO1T6T60aCs0rD1la4/s320/tube+over+wier.jpg" border="0" />The signs say "DROWNING HAZARD. MANY PEOPLE HAVE DIED HERE. GET OUT NOW! NO SWIMMING!" They should have added "Can you read, you stupid dolts!?" There were kids jumping from the bridge <em>right </em>above the sign. Oh well, maybe it will clean up the gene pool? This innertube just kept going up and down..flopping scarily... trapped right at the edge. Eeeeghhh....keep pedaling!<br /><br /><div>We pushed up hill and down dale ...oh finally, a real DOWN....to a brand-new off-leash doggie park! huge...fenced in..giant..free-ranging.. tons of space for dogs to be dogs..and the bike riders are separate but equal. <br /><div><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNxjduthqnVJuLlXnFurvl3Sul9hTu23XYmZ4FJCh3JVEhQz1zFfE-dBn4XPEXR5UvYGXg6HtQCAV4QQGTqP2yKE4y0d86ad0i6VVse8b1Mz9quk9MZP0X65TBtUB48Zji5XZi8QN2_N54/s1600-h/doggie+park+sign.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342216935603959522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNxjduthqnVJuLlXnFurvl3Sul9hTu23XYmZ4FJCh3JVEhQz1zFfE-dBn4XPEXR5UvYGXg6HtQCAV4QQGTqP2yKE4y0d86ad0i6VVse8b1Mz9quk9MZP0X65TBtUB48Zji5XZi8QN2_N54/s320/doggie+park+sign.jpg" border="0" /></a> HEY! Someone is trying to steal my water bottle! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342216922651134338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLR8uxlHcfnSDNwnE_jS9g44lmhPqq6CwElKvsV61jIeaLrwOrrEA6mRFSLduShAGvLZm8COFZTmAl8VhyB2bEgb1RJ5xgVeedzPajai8S-U2fTXWjSBTxC9godXpHECFWaW35Eolb3Uyw/s320/charlie+stealing+my+water.jpg" border="0" />I'll phone in a description. That Maui Dive Shop shirt should make him easy to spot.<br /><div>Have you seen him polar bear dog??</div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342224497704496834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVpEFTngNZFNxKXIhyphenhyphenkcgVDua9PCtOIu4xHVP-3UtEl-Q9eKTyW3gnChjxPJk31KaDm8qTdAiLBYsL-kvXlDsS0T4B-MBF85VUYFJdHj6u6mXzbM0iG_CPEn4i8tMSUI6O0aLWgoCjMzbv/s320/polar+bear+dog.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div>Have you seen him Mrs. Duck? </div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342579792950356514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCK0yInZYFtTUPXlRHNbcHhuRKGf7aMrgwNoO9qFoQG_s3YTbxXA8hKKo8j7CPYNRY0pqpqPIu6Us8MLjto0q8BKh0W36GnSm_csS0KftlWzPWxIWCZw3FnkgtZhoaIHCWtB5Cc62vRpAp/s320/IMG_8080.JPG" border="0" /> Did he sneak past you while you were napping, Mr. Hare?<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342585413003356594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhKj_BoJZaotlKX7kIRZidUFq2ogL-OVPbjxIC_7m1ueXzc21rdFFS98V1zjqekp0-HVbu3IgunwSzcdWSO9tdAcW1WGKm95kziTyHx4LPxXF7C2P3-p3h7vf_77Ri8VGUKcBZBm2nPBYx/s320/IMG_8073.JPG" border="0" /><br />No sighting yet. After pedaling up a giant hill - time for a mandatory rest stop. Is there oxygen at this altitude? Where IS that dang water bottle thief? I need some H2O! I swear I was AHEAD of him on the way up..but maybe my brain is oxygen-deprived? At this rate, I'll never get the yellow shirt. <br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342216914264456210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMmQ75DMeqOMXHHxrZ8hKg1kSG4cY9JWdvizs2S48wXnR9Vj3GNVTxW-LxK_PjPNVSlHs3qKT_Fx-uqUFGIWV_hfC65nBgtDGZjSpFZpOFcXp3LBTCWTqjls2Xn7WBZ4zQ91T0eCbO8b1x/s320/bikes+at+top+of+hill.jpg" border="0" />Hey! Did that white-legged guy in the Maui Dive Shop shirt sneak down there to the driving range? Seems like 1/2 of Calgary is down there. Look how far we are from home ... cool... much more to go! Pedal on!<br /><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342228774803633010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwsblCBsoZn-vdEQ62SFaFhJswMa1_nrcEfhrSrWBbedX4D5Z7JUG5G7Yf2G4Y4PkjRS3QfdqjKPu9Hq-BotXEyYV_oW13xgERpyCOEQDyPEIIWVtazftliNVbyTJi4HKyu2mmJdvjCNgk/s320/driving+range+downtown.jpg" border="0" /><br /></div>Hey! There's the THIEF! <br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342224494276011250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ryyFYWJ8n6zjFjkRGCb6bsC1fZwczY4WyocEbb6llP6ZBx2kVS9gb7Rw-dKa59R2eHoYJ8WzqKDaq86khj02ptceOK3yH7eiX3fE7CB4T6q183Hl2JcBqIjq4w7gNs61d4rAoV6IpxIQ/s320/doggie+park+path.jpg" border="0" /><br />I finally caught him at the lemonade stand..trying to refill the bottle to hide the fact that he drank all the water. Cost us $5 for 2 cups of lemonade. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342217403768785746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOz2U2BMM5H8h_m-nO7rdtkNoXkfoCuXw70zXsceViEfwkNry6ltkj4hPKWSc7ibqOE6O2bgJQLJ5BBuzp8K2zO6ksgcocVCsEdFf9T26x4pK9fY4SglswGZi-1Sm5Gm-YoPWvITeitoH9/s320/lemonade+kids.jpg" border="0" />Smart kids had no change and cute smiles and they wanted to be part of the photo journal. We saw the one girl's New York shirt and I told 'em Charlie was born in NY, and she said, "I want to be born in New York City!"... uh...too late, sweetie. <br /><div><div><br /> Ooooh, we're back by the Zoo .. next time this will be the destination! <br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCdrZQjTKLsnlFCFCxUXcloU-RKYCVuikzV0p7onEmX4AcGYX2bBx5GLZPfjqgV8m5Ov9MaFMdUv-limpMj9R5qoI9gE_nzta9B96S87v9b0YvNV8iU7o5pLTBEXmKCplHy7sHHqOXGwJq/s1600-h/bridge+zoo+banners.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342216919054339026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCdrZQjTKLsnlFCFCxUXcloU-RKYCVuikzV0p7onEmX4AcGYX2bBx5GLZPfjqgV8m5Ov9MaFMdUv-limpMj9R5qoI9gE_nzta9B96S87v9b0YvNV8iU7o5pLTBEXmKCplHy7sHHqOXGwJq/s320/bridge+zoo+banners.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Reward time! Coffee frappuccino! <br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342217406481918786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqAijWo2d5fGNcEnNyPNE6lMZkAt_hmkjNPnkdXoyRKV2mXtcJRNvULzIe4THdJ5OY2IXE2zB_12qkBbqd1Z08upLRmKzY89BTQNez334-gEzajSxvWNNuOdQqLzRTOng6AOcdwmoNiBun/s320/me+sippin+starbucks.jpg" border="0" /><br />and other reward: gorgeous sunset off the balcony at nearly 11pm... beautiful end to another very blessed day.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342579781550501954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtitN4zJpiHSUg6lFvDIGtaGDMpJLMHQOLr5Jf6BKv_MY5FLwcJ5gWO4XOI6afJIZsBaFCpsedo8KcbIyfwjXuvV3M3lBgXuu55wrmzPFLNr0pOLGNNEysKzZPO1RHZJIwg5ChFrnVORXn/s320/IMG_8114.JPG" border="0" /> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>The Kelso-Winter Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249352864575840862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115585982832720258.post-8657213223883422102009-05-24T20:31:00.000-07:002009-05-28T22:44:10.857-07:00ABC's from AbroadAlmond croissant in an Alley near Avignon...<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlXXhTPwmMT1F1FKz-J23RflT-gyIIQR2pQ0slthsDKAjn8Icr6WE1UVeCZ00P1s0KBcB9Nvd8PGCTdoSlibGyo3BNTzQ7Jmodwjtka3Kc6-eXe6mhHGmdzcPsnvcMQmqWSfLX590gOPlU/s1600-h/charlie+almond+croissant.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340701625303788322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlXXhTPwmMT1F1FKz-J23RflT-gyIIQR2pQ0slthsDKAjn8Icr6WE1UVeCZ00P1s0KBcB9Nvd8PGCTdoSlibGyo3BNTzQ7Jmodwjtka3Kc6-eXe6mhHGmdzcPsnvcMQmqWSfLX590gOPlU/s320/charlie+almond+croissant.jpg" border="0" /></a> from a Boulangerie tres Belle, tres Bonne?<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339610943999028146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB0C9v6ndMoCQv5lrjErw7-Fg5S0UY4U2AuPJuo8qZfkOwRS5mni051AfL9a_IRs_p6EJzyeCV6gj5iz2JuZSP96eymq-8Io0U8M5hH2e91MfxcS9_jusn2QSNBqnx5-Rzlk9F_wAyYK8c/s320/boulangerie.jpg" border="0" /> </div><br /><div><br /><div> a Bicyclist Beyond Belief<br /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339614910311288066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj115PgSpGNREabHhZD1MsydWuYY-4z0LyXp-iK06FO_6udCqr20Pv9ma7CpjctiNiX7o5JEtsj8j1f2mVjNg__Pv4agSX10qPZGMMJJEYwpXhCzU-0orbWI1Q-DLXizZzI5io1N10uq_Mp/s320/bicyclist+on+tiny+bike.jpg" border="0" /> </div><br /><div>and Berets by the Bunch. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtgf1utSSUjo_vO68Q3NCXDEh9xsIgCmLrDTKCRUugp4matKkY7j4PutthUEHo2VlWAg7MAMm8pEvVQNCh4UvZNvYWVo37bS4j89_CZpqirR-9o3mZeUivBDLiYFK-C9ZpwRpithPm2h1x/s1600-h/berets+hanging.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340697998253924674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtgf1utSSUjo_vO68Q3NCXDEh9xsIgCmLrDTKCRUugp4matKkY7j4PutthUEHo2VlWAg7MAMm8pEvVQNCh4UvZNvYWVo37bS4j89_CZpqirR-9o3mZeUivBDLiYFK-C9ZpwRpithPm2h1x/s200/berets+hanging.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Charlie Contemplating outside Chapel<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339616954678697298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8lpSHNLhHPGxZ9dRyJROB7w2wsW8nHOKWPJGkRNJOrb-LOXPdBRd5v7M1eNB3SyDRrRLryw3KAw5NrmN8QTLndQrOS9FPqsoX0MPgFtaWDgMllahdkv3WBlB_t_AMuZhgfQp8K4hso8ul/s320/charlie+between+walls.jpg" border="0" /> and a Crazy Coat in a Courtyard.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwbgtD2zS7ilD62FzuM4JieQZpdQNeHD4m2sOiqOxnN1nQH2vjQjWxo6TOT4MUvk29x6ttnpY7Fll7O04vIZv9yMxe3F3kS8DR39TsPlqYtWKwkE1aHAvcJSG5evZffQGQ-WKshyKQh_yi/s1600-h/me+coat+square.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341093094823529170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwbgtD2zS7ilD62FzuM4JieQZpdQNeHD4m2sOiqOxnN1nQH2vjQjWxo6TOT4MUvk29x6ttnpY7Fll7O04vIZv9yMxe3F3kS8DR39TsPlqYtWKwkE1aHAvcJSG5evZffQGQ-WKshyKQh_yi/s320/me+coat+square.jpg" border="0" /></a> Dos Dalis on Display,<br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339615771603522242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL0VAkPOGDJ6GQg-P-I1hbp3Jsw6p4NYAIbFLhUkjYyF1t6Ks53AI25GOBwCExLuaeffnbGsbw95-3RX6FjD6MJXzsvNaCMxdf5p8jvEvg4aRmO8vUukllPxnN-kmYcFiTSt1CmkQfGya1/s320/dali.jpg" border="0" /> Eyeing the Eiffel Tower,<br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340349545063085842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgym2W7yIKPjSlfqCQDCVJbfkEGombU0EfJjZgTVTB7tsfwy5eU0orWL42jsOk_t0l9AYVXactC3nZ_KsxUiZPSqXJNfTsPRuefrsBT1HpEXw-N80LvMVIO-zRWsFjM8lPvAblZa2-Ioalr/s320/eiffel+tower+under+modi.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div>and an Edgy Edward.</div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340350629806847042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6DbvQZ1xzR6XaQeKN7mm7anDWcix2KJaxtOhrehqvUhYP_Ux5Y5ntIUJLjWvyfZAPuhUNd-rRp1pkeJ6jJt992Ii3aWj5wssDQHGJOUd4foaW-xlIQTdVlh66rxccS-51dj9r9ik1nkI7/s320/edward+sciissorhands.jpg" border="0" /> </div><br /><div>Famous Flowing Fountain<br />and Fabulous Fruits.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzdGXazcKMTOeHre_g2pOD3GGz5O9rAXpcxGra1b4JpWVmQ79CJq7YqZ9_9nNydK-sgfodqMjlBcjaYJe16gwjkl51Rixmah6NzcstMrXUevPECBcvgKtv4CjGfAj_-bFpp4CtFDBaHOx-/s1600-h/fountain+high+with+cranes.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340351444952898258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzdGXazcKMTOeHre_g2pOD3GGz5O9rAXpcxGra1b4JpWVmQ79CJq7YqZ9_9nNydK-sgfodqMjlBcjaYJe16gwjkl51Rixmah6NzcstMrXUevPECBcvgKtv4CjGfAj_-bFpp4CtFDBaHOx-/s320/fountain+high+with+cranes.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHZLuPQVPOmAvKcqv3J-hMuJ7mzDvpnZ-w_oE9cTMoDhiCvIJfghf7qPA6r9eOGZo5TQU1_NE_ty_NmbZTkaib0o6VYah2fyvZ4LpkgkEuIRM6WjHxmh24X3su4z_9Xf2b-JdE8GImD8Kp/s1600-h/fruit+juice.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340351442066322514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHZLuPQVPOmAvKcqv3J-hMuJ7mzDvpnZ-w_oE9cTMoDhiCvIJfghf7qPA6r9eOGZo5TQU1_NE_ty_NmbZTkaib0o6VYah2fyvZ4LpkgkEuIRM6WjHxmh24X3su4z_9Xf2b-JdE8GImD8Kp/s320/fruit+juice.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Grisly Gravestones<br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339610951784526802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA2S7ktA7CcQ0AsMRU5-bJI6K3027v31eKlk8iTyBkh7cwLpQSULJbY0o4aSQt3BBBQmQLPbssFP1TEgEJRXLZo_wbPSxD8in7PHwAMdhlagNSOUE174qRMYyxqMTLjcM74bdw2OnCHUCM/s320/heads+on+gravestones.jpg" border="0" />Hanging High</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4hyphenhyphenMQiDn98oLVzuz3EaAROn4wLi_SOu2cuhfNDV0MmqOQ0XgVlfKg71WllyRKgX1m6gh2qdwJ1x4UfkK7jF3shwTwLDd4wGHx2AkL92vFQD1d-Cv0bhUBynG93W3oQfhX272D-on9KS2j/s1600-h/L+London+eye+from+bottom+diff.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341105386973682594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4hyphenhyphenMQiDn98oLVzuz3EaAROn4wLi_SOu2cuhfNDV0MmqOQ0XgVlfKg71WllyRKgX1m6gh2qdwJ1x4UfkK7jF3shwTwLDd4wGHx2AkL92vFQD1d-Cv0bhUBynG93W3oQfhX272D-on9KS2j/s320/L+London+eye+from+bottom+diff.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div>and HRH's Horses.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgylTw67VLlyH0Y_CovLfRvmufJJ6lElwcjoXjvM-4Odd7ObE1dbkX1Pwlo50_FTYFz04_RYoaSP3uWGsRqNIhn7gPwDcDqgwcxEdmk-vwsBn2AC577rWGBLWqmd8TctBLveSaB7xlK5uIJ/s1600-h/L+red+horse+guard+all+in.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341106270204811858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgylTw67VLlyH0Y_CovLfRvmufJJ6lElwcjoXjvM-4Odd7ObE1dbkX1Pwlo50_FTYFz04_RYoaSP3uWGsRqNIhn7gPwDcDqgwcxEdmk-vwsBn2AC577rWGBLWqmd8TctBLveSaB7xlK5uIJ/s320/L+red+horse+guard+all+in.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><div>Indigo Irises<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340700380979368370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijr0gsrlVgQRa0q63V0XJu_Ptfr8Y73DagvggBnOg4rbhdm8rLuhCmHl-YbMdeJJsvf2bpi2g8gnCtXv6kEoj1_gOAV1OGcHSi2vm2KodAQdYDRtKCEhweW1GYdN55xbaIMZWh1jp_KFsk/s320/purple+iris.jpg" border="0" />and Inside Inigo Montoyo's Inner sanctum <em><span style="font-size:85%;">...(ok..that's stretching it.) <br /></span></em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339617579730085042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHGZQ5-N_2lOYIG2pSBbwaedw7TYyN6nRU418EVlH-KtCO5dtQ3O8Qmn5pQi7uFoKqTYOD_j5574N8Q72TGeTbdcUrnqGMgjMxy_bm3R97D6jCYxu-hB0Lr-uRMUssy8J6njitAtMksyVh/s320/inside+walls.jpg" border="0" /> Just Jane before<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340708807773038338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyvtX4wRL8m_hxAq9eYwOP9zTS_1CO54ehcyjx2WKqXUiRFrhwlvr8WEXqv1vSxxJ-oT-s9LnE55VmywahZHHG-3-soP2gRgoByUNeIuVX6QEZNWortyIb7QAw5PJLkf2FEoKncGhE1QEA/s320/me+courtyard+versailles.jpg" border="0" /><br />Karting the Kids around.<br /><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339610954371773746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG5S7lgusYRZrhqW59T1kgQqGr78d0DFRDHWf0kF6HtfcGbMM-OCrsecKCCx7-zDKXC8vBCiC62u5BC6yaIbU9yvzl4qAFhu1eL45FLEUsKuQD2PyAoYeoJaYVzNIAiMKayQ76avFct62g/s320/kids+on+golf+cart.jpg" border="0" /> Leapin', well, Lazin' Lizards<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0SKtkDXIG1_dK-vo6EKJjW6VR3Ml6MrxNSZ1P4ztLkb030daoWNnDivPuSnCb_3BYIw7oW0_l2SzLtzQSIwnyIvlSLErw2yvmMYujVJSnMYaECpWHo6JoboFSyjW2qJdccMCu2YOOWAuI/s1600-h/tiles+on+lizard.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340353873250663906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0SKtkDXIG1_dK-vo6EKJjW6VR3Ml6MrxNSZ1P4ztLkb030daoWNnDivPuSnCb_3BYIw7oW0_l2SzLtzQSIwnyIvlSLErw2yvmMYujVJSnMYaECpWHo6JoboFSyjW2qJdccMCu2YOOWAuI/s320/tiles+on+lizard.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />< </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Man iMMobilized,<br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339612931714106738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-VSKvrR6Bxq4KNqHeqes3HitAWXQHZ1lTK9EivPSN5BN9y92b32tNsc9_0vHo3GSnTRpSz8CYWaPO0hQY8fImJV5esWefKzZjjxpqY8TRp4hHS2gkIk8iwQXR71EnpgDVoC3RNnhEgesm/s320/man+in+the+wall.jpg" border="0" /> Magnificent Maison du Moulin,<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340713526893977058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8KV_ztRMgPsv1nAFrIfQU95NLcJzGyQLfEBL7bjJLlLwxHPWZpze1lCtSkeIHG0cQiUTk4GC478oWCAtf5ayb-I6aaR9z8TGv-G7Mta6t79AVH6Mt7F66vu27v0H9zKBPX_x2ZpNN_nIa/s320/our+room+from+creek.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div>and Marvelous Movie Mania.. <em><span style="font-size:85%;">(the real-life set of Amelie)</span></em></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339612493599253538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL5GcJWv_-Aw31rgimXIfvyOsh8iW6De-1HFGFW_c0g3kFdimzuCdHRM4u6NB22GI0R9gIWYSkMXRW6r8jKYqEWhcfEAbnRE7r1qqUm0Kt0nTO_YBqwzqDrkM6yFKVqsh2zNLgshHRXwS2/s320/amelie+photo.jpg" border="0" />and Morrison's post-Mortem.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340695684118125554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhFaPb1Rq-lLmz8aAlUI5MNjPgEjwWa3c4mNrqMIXjK2PZ47wGvfjTogvfdXvfGNCApoh-pjsoJxTmrhaCIfDbYMZFYhWcHe0uFdyo_xNdNf_ZdXlRLmimUg9YnoAOMk0Rwh_IsaM6jH05/s320/jim+morrison+grave.jpg" border="0" /><br />Nativity outside the Nave<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRTXIleqJbrwYGP7aa5WYwRB08xtThr4hbNO9LBrWmH4hRz_K1G4J4XoOMpspsI0ABJupYw0LdSxppV6kCz0DcgUjtmBuwgCigxaVJP5k25nZ2fE6eQ2FXpGAwaWYz4IJAKWZ-D1rPZeGZ/s1600-h/nativity+scene.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340356338181056162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRTXIleqJbrwYGP7aa5WYwRB08xtThr4hbNO9LBrWmH4hRz_K1G4J4XoOMpspsI0ABJupYw0LdSxppV6kCz0DcgUjtmBuwgCigxaVJP5k25nZ2fE6eQ2FXpGAwaWYz4IJAKWZ-D1rPZeGZ/s320/nativity+scene.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and did you Notice the Narcotics Noser?<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340716165786242834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFkI0opltot2evlzDaENCWFpvFEr_LltwoMkSKtAQlujL88wGX3DMYFR8u0hmfjcryGa8OeUEZAcfYiTmXkdeFM05IE1LT_8qNm5u6Vb3HgTlrgKFy-a0cauyuMH3nHTE_eILGpbf8qdEQ/s320/sharon+me+police+dog.jpg" border="0" /> Olives are On!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVT_kX5UWeMuThksz83AopddcH7vcKH9KipiGtnsq5rr9Odqcm16etVembgfCzCFpX5jZjo0IyhMJN_sQ-5oSd79qNJmKzUtFEXJBA55c1xw77F2WrsTRCtHTwzBRZwgtLOYFRRFG2Kz_9/s1600-h/harrods+food.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340356350325018354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVT_kX5UWeMuThksz83AopddcH7vcKH9KipiGtnsq5rr9Odqcm16etVembgfCzCFpX5jZjo0IyhMJN_sQ-5oSd79qNJmKzUtFEXJBA55c1xw77F2WrsTRCtHTwzBRZwgtLOYFRRFG2Kz_9/s320/harrods+food.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oobviously it's Octopus and Paella <em><span style="font-size:85%;">(cool! O and P in same one...carrying on..)<br /></span></em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjURjYFGdw-ZuSjYP0nL9AbAWVft8pfHMSPYNkBlBBi2L6dFZTMvosyLyY7pn5MGtrCCcaiT7gn2C9DsVV0eVFCkXS2e1osiBIbjcOn2BmxBfkwx2t8CbidX-pKvMzhpBntgVL7w8ROX6GQ/s1600-h/paella.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340356341197207554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjURjYFGdw-ZuSjYP0nL9AbAWVft8pfHMSPYNkBlBBi2L6dFZTMvosyLyY7pn5MGtrCCcaiT7gn2C9DsVV0eVFCkXS2e1osiBIbjcOn2BmxBfkwx2t8CbidX-pKvMzhpBntgVL7w8ROX6GQ/s320/paella.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />l<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_AvnlnjiYrhqdI8THq4jcec0fISaQ8vP5sJQfHylq9C4xhcEd_IlMD3ePOukfqoRsDgC_eLE7EjBNvlOOExdil3T6zb0qNrZffkqd3yRvIZNOaou3zaQdlYkBj-hXpuhjlDjtMAPeq21R/s1600-h/paddington.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340358954212830130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_AvnlnjiYrhqdI8THq4jcec0fISaQ8vP5sJQfHylq9C4xhcEd_IlMD3ePOukfqoRsDgC_eLE7EjBNvlOOExdil3T6zb0qNrZffkqd3yRvIZNOaou3zaQdlYkBj-hXpuhjlDjtMAPeq21R/s320/paddington.jpg" border="0" /></a></div>Plenty of Paddingtons<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and a Posh Poodle, Pierre.<br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339611670717982066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWjDCfa_RdFhxSgvD_ApWUUETaVWTVzmG4eAqe0fGU8Uc7eqApkEFgNh6ufK0q5z9YbkoxMNoLr18S94lo_zhCJwXK191dtyg0b5_ymqIEVFPf5Lvy3G-6uEfXUeGkkcanxM4h20JYlEjn/s320/french+poodle.jpg" border="0" /> </div></div></div><br /><div>Plus Phillippe Preparing to Provide Plates of Pasta!<br /></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340701632157094722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLQJcvFyVL5ycd22-8UTCkljx7fYITquu5IMk-GWdWKQKQw5YWq-2GiIu4VSNRy3NzgzmkbZ13DObZLVxsmaFTqojp-x86_XXwKVLGj9Ay_3x79gBu6ZBsi0bLKKnAOxzbDK3vnkn6XAu9/s320/phillipe+in+apron.jpg" border="0" /> Quest for Quasimodo<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340699316343313826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRCEPXMydaQaj281sRqLgXb5iyo1_A23lZaLmSB8OYjDyjfrnFmSRvvCNzE1_bJnwPRRutfCoRtGg3euPAvAZqDvrSgZhgUc13YObgFVlEy0ILO7V4G2nRBnNo7z-p00cOkMhQmWurspta/s320/quasimodo+souvenir.jpg" border="0" /> and Quiet, quiet<br /><div> </div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339622010925942930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNDyQ0GU4G4Kdud8yr-MlrhdPPvtv5y32j9o_Uvke_TGzDzhWZg5ZfXNkzvtfGDJQgmfNQlXXJK_nc_hA2qV_8pV8S6uX2GFy9k7InWzWsJ8oOQBudEAMXnW6Tj01OL6GKQfVQiY86s1q7/s320/quiet+space+montjuic.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>Regarding Regal gardens in the Rearview<br /></div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339612160847907858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7HPehJ14EA0olwlJ0Gri-SocgETTZQXHmiumJ7uocmRsDHm2BNErkQxvriscJ0KXAeHP1HS3_rqEQHhhP1U1Vh9fgJwLl6Ce0DShpzKKIQIY8YveMu0OBrQcKbbgyuC-l34jmtwhW3Nzt/s320/rear+view+gardens.jpg" border="0" /><br />while Sharon Sees Sumptious Squares to Sample.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339613374044083634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinoOcPr4rDaPF1q9eSuQBuXQE8Tk1j0ftJ5ysPdnN4h9nZbE1DJmglVmdSzv3s4nfJLRVsvcuLiLsM9EvWr0QZ6CDkY2aNXGn0gJu_-H0n3-3PsNXg3e69dDdCiwubPAZMpFkfMXfYvA2n/s320/sharon+patisserie.jpg" border="0" /> Traitors Traverse at the Tower<br />and Tom Taking Texture<br /><br /><div></div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQf7wyGq_Uf447IAvzVwwnqYecr1Xnhz7ZtU_oY54Kjrb0Qsk29iQiglye9f9iwfktJuWCl400fXICEeanUUrLWP9iKfZ3_GkgMqzfRW3CMmkr1bjVtAHK-CVTWctpPUG9uohJEEXkqcxN/s1600-h/traitor's+gate+inside.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340359533940473714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQf7wyGq_Uf447IAvzVwwnqYecr1Xnhz7ZtU_oY54Kjrb0Qsk29iQiglye9f9iwfktJuWCl400fXICEeanUUrLWP9iKfZ3_GkgMqzfRW3CMmkr1bjVtAHK-CVTWctpPUG9uohJEEXkqcxN/s320/traitor's+gate+inside.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Lf-s4QO2AXcSHnsQxcOqcscl8SNVsUhOssngN6WSj-nle4jxCH9GhBYkkPzxM4l_cfq1HsrMM3i_GCyypMd_DUOFWMlDRpYWkG-HGmJEzkW5OHtZmy_lzszIfrBUqR11efHJcHmHThdB/s1600-h/L+-++T+at+wall.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340361531661710066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Lf-s4QO2AXcSHnsQxcOqcscl8SNVsUhOssngN6WSj-nle4jxCH9GhBYkkPzxM4l_cfq1HsrMM3i_GCyypMd_DUOFWMlDRpYWkG-HGmJEzkW5OHtZmy_lzszIfrBUqR11efHJcHmHThdB/s320/L+-++T+at+wall.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br />and then there's<br /><div><em>Terry Tormenting Teens by Trippin' in Toeshoes</em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji88J_L9pHJlLN4ES0HyBiQ21ZbPXeHVONTClP07eK2Vd24q4_kbumDCIOgsmOIKOjU1s98fYJNKUsAiF1A9yPHt2_zZBDGZBdVmVfJEAI0cbVGwdOxsCCJDFaeTqE5qMXGwbKT3eGZUja/s1600-h/terri+rockin%27+in+heels.jpg"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340361536261956050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji88J_L9pHJlLN4ES0HyBiQ21ZbPXeHVONTClP07eK2Vd24q4_kbumDCIOgsmOIKOjU1s98fYJNKUsAiF1A9yPHt2_zZBDGZBdVmVfJEAI0cbVGwdOxsCCJDFaeTqE5qMXGwbKT3eGZUja/s320/terri+rockin%27+in+heels.jpg" border="0" /></em></a> <em><span style="font-size:85%;">(Taken after Trip but Topical)<br /></span></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p>Unitedly Us!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341086159348733458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-L1emm6u9gjOWHEjlkEohoPlZs2Z-kUAxqovkGY7HhZdGu-gFBDKx3YkZ5B44GQflFR3zzdOMLoDg3Jdhq26OcPlO0NzwOsO5tjsSMFxMp4mohD7tIORTgoQGFcERYgXGh8zaLQZ13fG1/s400/us+4+at+sacre+coeur.jpg" border="0" /> Vincent Van Gogh<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340696068320105218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKg2kHi4_hGYqkFh7kkg1isJDJ2XFemiW1O5_jpd_GpZTPPNvpEJZu25G1_ubzK-IgdqjyWA2QWYw9ijg6cxkHmAJDC1FhREagB8tiWyye72S2d7b-ZNbXEn8rxjpNJC1ZQRC_O7Lafhst/s320/van+gogh+painting.jpg" border="0" /> and a View from Van Gogh's Vantage.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340696845199991810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRt40YvVjs9ld8uJGFJsdvA0Ce720SmkF9kqRuzJbMLM-ec3DxvZm9wM9fcaFahbdC8uwdI0RCTD95kTD3F_HLETPUCy0rRFWwfKMG-PNbwH0u_BKX3F1CllLO6I7PYTHzKfnc178jM7yF/s320/van+gogh+view+up.jpg" border="0" /> Valreas' Weeping Wisteria <em><span style="font-size:85%;">(oooh V and W in one.. I'm on a roll!)</span></em><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339618380771651858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEL4q2i5kdrCWO78dZg_KRakRHaf2s5F_rTIy2SJkec0Mlb30a6FnoZqsedgy8Vlpyqp7xxU2mQtqK0KNwwmdfeOmQud2eoA2NCApHeNog1WXVKkwDoBGZolaYuxpcCbm3VpfsU1J1dKK3/s320/wisteria+on+railing+further.jpg" border="0" /></div></div><div>Winter Wishing upon a Wall of Wine,<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341078320341634546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvsfG7Zlc-5VyU54vbGYb-zd5p404CA2CRRlfsosSK-3SW7Sysfks3hHzUsZtBClJr0r9O1ToTgRdpM_o-JqFUxGWOHCH5IE1zPdaW9MGXaThviR-7BI99sbQ7hWHswCz08DEx1dtVw3n5/s320/charlie+wines+bodega.jpg" border="0" /> and Wavy Woodwork.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341091426620364786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEJQ2bkP_NJ-60SBH60xhG-0Ua7eo6hodf7LVbz4XMOjBm5tyeb0U214ovpFZYrgd3Dyl89xUe8j2ms1JgV4ZVQf7NfGrfz7ELn374MyREQw5omvACK1JPHwCAqTxE-6NZDgjfv4ANuUJX/s400/wavy+wood+battlo.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzP7cI69InP4oBbnL9rabekj0Lt-HGu5jYYpjH6BUjTCNpdhURnzZGDc1zyl4OWVRBi3_YAuTozLnK7slz-z2KUrQXu8cvfW2JSe6WoaVKOcFM6SbeaMHE7ulSAc39ppOEXEOzjolz70o7/s1600-h/black+kid+statue.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341100255390478786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzP7cI69InP4oBbnL9rabekj0Lt-HGu5jYYpjH6BUjTCNpdhURnzZGDc1zyl4OWVRBi3_YAuTozLnK7slz-z2KUrQXu8cvfW2JSe6WoaVKOcFM6SbeaMHE7ulSAc39ppOEXEOzjolz70o7/s320/black+kid+statue.jpg" border="0" /></a>eXtraordinarily and eXactingly still.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Y, it's just Y-ine.<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVzkaoXdw0ErdJVCyGb7u4cwZczZLo3UhsEsxAzOwd2i_59LdFoMVG0SXmi7SS5pVobLl4Z-RNqUOfIVw6Bt6OIPsN0AKoM6i5btvptLydw8rrYkodikiQnpz6AnjZS9yKEqrcfLWg7Sjw/s1600-h/me+aperitif.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340352868392092546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVzkaoXdw0ErdJVCyGb7u4cwZczZLo3UhsEsxAzOwd2i_59LdFoMVG0SXmi7SS5pVobLl4Z-RNqUOfIVw6Bt6OIPsN0AKoM6i5btvptLydw8rrYkodikiQnpz6AnjZS9yKEqrcfLWg7Sjw/s320/me+aperitif.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>the baZaar &<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVqn7vyd5NJyWden_o7w8PlRrDBIldpQH4Hy6hl_mdvg9jrXJdBKz5AJLAMRomKRIe8Hj8HwQ-oNOKseYzsBzo7h7jlnvqsV4L5B4cmuIytx1Wk23oChabHFRKqf58MXsZ8jGtX6Knaxjz/s1600-h/market+trough.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341102715145895458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVqn7vyd5NJyWden_o7w8PlRrDBIldpQH4Hy6hl_mdvg9jrXJdBKz5AJLAMRomKRIe8Hj8HwQ-oNOKseYzsBzo7h7jlnvqsV4L5B4cmuIytx1Wk23oChabHFRKqf58MXsZ8jGtX6Knaxjz/s320/market+trough.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div>the biZarre<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfN131u2FJo6sLF_IuBBVp_8ZG1hut3AGQm0NO1P4ybwiPB3hkTdZRknsPQYBwlww501bOSFGaEFo0gJmKbAretX_KibR_gq-RiRfLUiamLAbdbjmnXu0ovuxGwZxXInN7Epv058LgwRz4/s1600-h/barc+-+casa+battlo+front.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341102719589747922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfN131u2FJo6sLF_IuBBVp_8ZG1hut3AGQm0NO1P4ybwiPB3hkTdZRknsPQYBwlww501bOSFGaEFo0gJmKbAretX_KibR_gq-RiRfLUiamLAbdbjmnXu0ovuxGwZxXInN7Epv058LgwRz4/s320/barc+-+casa+battlo+front.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><div>Here's to Z-life! <br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341109788338155922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgywfiXHDveaPQ0rWK8lQKqRH8zQdKcfPdtoKm6-hw8xLzevgz5UTje9kJlJP8ATH7-6Q4ib20VZrNNZ5nL84-lXZcsBm386vwx42mWhx2QA23_E9-cPX732RialfNDvsVm9lQFIWb64-vV/s400/crowd+outside+dinner.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>The Kelso-Winter Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249352864575840862noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115585982832720258.post-31562204032396660402009-05-24T19:40:00.000-07:002009-06-17T21:45:44.345-07:00Vanishing Vinyls<div><div><div><div><div>Shelagh and Thomas had us over recently for a little <em>Lebenslust*</em> at their house. It was an absolutely gorgeous evening. No parkas needed. The neighborhood party started out innocently enough. Hang out on the front porch, drink a little lemonade and then whoaa....Ian arrives from next door with a pile of fresh lobsters! Master W is checking those babies out! <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339591069955044866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDKdI6u6OVtvZqJ_fAVffF2asivfxn3S9fDlzCrZsHmiWHO5MQ-tebUBrMKXGg5dORjXiOReDmfKwI8tQmojvoFcbheY-czau1Is5JT4rovmbZRDCZ6K6C_PuH_yG07W3czx8JtPw-VVJt/s320/willem+peering+lobsters+and+ian+naomi.jpg" /></div><div>Christine, Shelagh and I were solving a few of the world's problems... we are just<em> so</em> good at that! </div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339587784681836354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpQvWfR1BVH6eeQub60fedG9wGB814tHqNW12R34iFtpQm4Q_jDlp-vEL0-YwdeM5DZ2VRdvY7IyWEQvbuVaWBYBmljx8X3PjLKsbXKS6lQ0y35XKn1xs5NmUnif0ijvIgMMDpMpy3WGXx/s320/christine+me+shelagh.jpg" />Charlie's just chillin'. He doesn't notice Naomi nudging in.</div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339595453639488962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWV6_hbY4-WGrbuGPWf0B8KMnKGAlY8dwFYwmz2esBAZ7leo20s35EqMzgKUwhz6IdtGHtUvyiIjQ1VvEHzqrz40xIENJbBaIpdUJZLSxm6ySEXvjDJiR5C2dJBfLFPhu5KwqyUPVDchoi/s320/naomi+charlie.jpg" /></div><div></div><div>Here we are stuffing ourselves silly with some mouthwateringly delicious homemade pizzas --Unspeakably yummy. Perhaps, purely by chance, we might happen to be in their 'hood on Friday nights. Pizza stalkers..yep...that's us. <br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339587777312789058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivxRwFnT0RLXLu_bDZbObZEUCxmL3P1rwJGMAnGWie6ad8qkrrZMr7igxe1uEKeSPshMOkMGA5smHxxyLONu3S1rV2zyJ4C6XEiy4eRUZ3P78LyKnq2W-uLlg3u5PZj8bmfSIZxbPbYWMK/s320/all+dining+rm+shelagh.jpg" />and THEN it was time to spin the old vinyls. Shelagh had some of some great old Canadian bands and I had borrowed a whole box of classics from a friend. What is it about taking hold of the actual record.. the original artwork? Indescribableness. We had Van Halen, Pat Benatar, Fleetwood Mac, David Bowie, The Cars, The Stones, Creedence, The Pretenders, Queen...and more. I dare you to find anything like Classic Rock. (Roger...Mozart is classic in a different way.) </div><div> </div><div>Here's Terry L, a fine, upstanding, church-going, Ph.D earning, job-holding, father of two, spouse to one. He's reminiscing over the Deep Purple ..looks innocent enough, eh? (<em>remember this image - you'll need it later.</em>)<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339589991065496418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_9p7sXK_3ZyEB1iCthAkr4hVQJ06Iun_55fTAxvu8iarYC3BtkTPFwPZ3YcTotkAQAODa__QZN6NcdiPUBHRR3m3y5DOqYEgI2TXBihuEUHlflYXJH2TtnbJUvJG15cXFEVTm5Ity_oQm/s320/terry+deep+purple.jpg" /> <div>Now..if you're over 40... do you remember when you'd sit and listen to an entire album (usually in someone's basement) BOTH sides? OK, if you're under 40, you might just get the same glazed-over look that Riley has. </div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339589984399816706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7FhfFANZdw2Z0W0FFYA51v-66vVpHDAx85OU2tO53YbiiJgTmDPUS0pLTBTxOfVk7eDW7XblqwujGwlriPMEQ8IhxwomWsTcHCkm7mK_YSSuPhbvsm-oJNLCFKNM-qJpgWCFDsLdb6DyZ/s320/IMG_7998.JPG" /> <div>But the boys are beginning to boogy ... </div><div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339587791348250882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5AQ_4zQXySGHTL1Vt6_JgWe_JFa64QEfw4d4I_i97jMYR312oJ8_6-bTV1VbQm03QQfu88ATOU1QmpwI4MefTE3qYMot-sR5S4jgLgZwa7bw9qS09vRQSRlCEyhTRrOPEysXuFq-5fLQ6/s320/evan+and+willem.jpg" />and the girls are getting into the groove...<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339587789979449474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK3bsUV3eVnuc7EfVkWhkZV3obcFe7wffKznDxXi7t__YdYhirKxn4gtXEvwuwXkd42U6bSgoGY_jDwJBULipfkuWspD1oYn8XeB9f3PySt3Z8YnSOfvoiqYxgnwWthWuswS8EWfcOpKA-/s320/evalina+gracie+posing.jpg" />It is time to put on the Spinners and let 'er rip! We danced and danced and danced and just let it all hang out. Shelagh put on her high heels for some added panache. You go, girl!<br /></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339596788628735298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD-rUcRcKQeWRtl9rGrbgr6r6zaYrMb18nwzqeCnhALGLQfmEAPBB0pPVJwYFGCc2_X3PN8Q4_9hUy_sP-lvzvyYuMHUqkpRmxFhHJ8S_RbNUVJJ5kZc3aMhufa3XRSHLIj_XkDj0ux5WY/s320/shelagh.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348446653443942722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWOSN8jmQ9xcNgzRIWFOlQpQ8sp4BL7rM69AxQseOSxuxWGz7stYpeLmOBDDbn_QBrlBZauhMcXllmrds6W_ew14qiKtIDTjFQsYVf9wzlwy3o8AtENMdcMWXyvWcptuUdT4gl7cRnYy3l/s320/christine+in+heels.jpg" />and then we enticed Christine to try on the heels. It's a party now! And then, remember the image you are holding in your mind from before?? got it?? </div><div></div><br /><div>"Someone else who shall remain nameless, put on the high heels. Go Terry! We were sooo cracking up and loving it. I don't think anyone did THIS in the 70s but The Times They Are A'changin'. (Sorry, Riley, but this will not be the last time your dad does something to completely mortify you. Isn't it nice of me not to post this to your facebook?) </div><div><br />This is what they mean by <em>Lebenslust - the Joy of Life! </em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Xqc6S7X92aP2_2lTrHcvQrIoT2cZfST2avTRJnsYBfEatf9ni9siaXleEDKB7OtHQZWc1ZtOCC5XOl-PQwX3Qjer9LDXza7yc_EXxlsYhQtJ56RL_y-7KPfjotfAeS6aUDC8tsI_-hJB/s1600-h/terri+rockin%27+in+heels.jpg"><span style="color:#000000;"> </span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339589987077701186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Xqc6S7X92aP2_2lTrHcvQrIoT2cZfST2avTRJnsYBfEatf9ni9siaXleEDKB7OtHQZWc1ZtOCC5XOl-PQwX3Qjer9LDXza7yc_EXxlsYhQtJ56RL_y-7KPfjotfAeS6aUDC8tsI_-hJB/s320/terri+rockin%27+in+heels.jpg" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div>The Kelso-Winter Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249352864575840862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115585982832720258.post-43210323110564003902009-05-14T19:50:00.000-07:002009-05-14T21:16:59.289-07:00Grandparent GigglesToday was the last day of Grandparent Reading..very sad to see it end. <br /><br /><div> I've had these two sweet ones all school year... E's favorite line is "Do you think you'd like to bring us a treat next week?" P is Russian, just learning English, and has the cutest way of saving "taaarrrrrrrrrrrrruck." He told me on our very last day, "Did you notice that E always gets to go first and I was very patient?" Yes, P..I did notice. <br /><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOLmkaGTeOXOkCx6BblQiY6yunzFgeulJL3CkQuQZB4QLOaVshuh-G10YZIl9Ongwg0MI7CILbrcRylRU0OnPpF9pKqnIn5Nkx-BFkQaCVATdZl5J8OfpS0ATm2MBNa58b9JVXmYnL_Yfv/s1600-h/emma+paul.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335880076822227394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOLmkaGTeOXOkCx6BblQiY6yunzFgeulJL3CkQuQZB4QLOaVshuh-G10YZIl9Ongwg0MI7CILbrcRylRU0OnPpF9pKqnIn5Nkx-BFkQaCVATdZl5J8OfpS0ATm2MBNa58b9JVXmYnL_Yfv/s320/emma+paul.JPG" border="0" /></a> And I've had Miss B, who is VERY interested in Stevie, the school's ghost. We read about the Incredibly Revolting Ghost, the Averagely Spooky Ghost and a whole hosts of other ghosts....mostly from under the table so Stevie couldn't get us. Sometimes I had two other girls at the same time so I brought in a big bedsheet one day and we were ALL under there. Was that in the job description? <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335878971067854674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihhzaRB0GcciMxp8BkYK8wCHRtq5lIDx08GjxH1F0Mk98z13ticZT6CHoWezLabaJvKR133Dzg6wrfaegvnbkR0jrC76sNHCyN37i2-V4WoOs_YWQyx4Nez4gbqXddbyllqNE36ZksKtZn/s320/brooke+under+table.jpg" border="0" /></div><div> </div><div>we NEVER get to go crazy in the library, but on the last day C and G broke loose, </div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335878969510288098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFsndLDGhqbTHDPoGmqf6xi3SnJIxzV1h3Ic8VpDRYRdXlb9vtXGbCqhSfJK5tbgYGBak2QLS92PDC4T6o2sXLKLPqj9uljKasPD9EFZ58oo5gb5NzRU1tP3sb_Jzu_bpoX57Xqv7M5hv3/s320/grace+clare+and+me.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>and turned things a little upside down ...<br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRtGfzCysYWdz1uGL4eV84-tBC68ZTNVck1lMvihur9EnZsX5M4O3C_1BV6mfy6cXjd7uWA5Uj_cgl-L2wkxy5W8xKF-PRXPwJk3Wcwle12pQWD-V0ae6qsmsizFqcPjZsf0exNIZbh_UR/s1600-h/clare+upside+down.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335880069602732034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRtGfzCysYWdz1uGL4eV84-tBC68ZTNVck1lMvihur9EnZsX5M4O3C_1BV6mfy6cXjd7uWA5Uj_cgl-L2wkxy5W8xKF-PRXPwJk3Wcwle12pQWD-V0ae6qsmsizFqcPjZsf0exNIZbh_UR/s320/clare+upside+down.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div>Here's my buddy, J, who loves to sneak up on me and then we talk all about Batman Lego for DS (with me trying to remember as much Batman as I can from the 60s reruns.) Did you know that the Penguin's only weapon is an umbrella and that he would rather run than fight Batman? <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSQuPqpcXdeE0iFTj3mM2wfcXXjRFt237KrTeYkHofeIuKJkQVY5xrL7KMiJzvP7ps4cMKIm4sHKcLdcV5P_fFPMLxHqTYU_CJkeleLYx9wvDP4g9Qiyq9GUwvKUJHYskFOq1vrMci-sAH/s1600-h/josh+hiding.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335878976728100562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSQuPqpcXdeE0iFTj3mM2wfcXXjRFt237KrTeYkHofeIuKJkQVY5xrL7KMiJzvP7ps4cMKIm4sHKcLdcV5P_fFPMLxHqTYU_CJkeleLYx9wvDP4g9Qiyq9GUwvKUJHYskFOq1vrMci-sAH/s320/josh+hiding.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The kids gave us all these handmade thank you cards which these days is becoming a lost art. I love 'em! <br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335880078797120050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJBc_bo-yffn2-HxWEfXkrjlkeHm154k5bhYvlXyjkRcUDLAiHsC25kxJG8zWEoCdeT3nFLLhdOfMzLbXLZBHfO4vjVAoCiq5V94qZNPS4nfrhnlgQ9O1Fo9_Y-e5D-NP2Hn8LKTV7ILP3/s320/kids+card.JPG" border="0" />and then they did a concert for us on the spoons. <br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335881342018579538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHj64tfANnoqw7a6mY88QQDHJWgLElr4soXY24O0uKF2OdK2cESlvW1KtO6rAiPRIMUj7yzFyRnllDMVIt0m7zkqYD_V74p975RfXi_cCgDSXwRqTy9vn4QUcH5j1CNLqR0A8NZrEa_iQz/s320/grace+clare+spoons.JPG" border="0" />and gave us roses too! If it's bribery for showing up next year it just might work.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335880081713380354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkq5kQ-FyWBanb4R6FJuxysxwBXTb5BD95px_tVA-Bm4xaJhG78yfXtcUU3f_hKK2nbRQ_QecwnXZpMn_Eo_9MWODYDN2Yvw2vTS4ykPOQcqOR-YDf2yNVXO8jqgYL6Q0dA-d-Y6MEATKG/s320/roses.jpg" border="0" /><br />So, we're free for the summer...IF it ever turns to summer up here? So Jackolynn and I have already made lots of girls day out plans. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335880076698474290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnDfSyP3BP1pIs-zNV5CA8hk1Z-JHJYjbE0GKjOFi8U9iB-rkXEoALDsd2j-edfrY7NTUCAFIMyNKWm2-4yYWndUoPKKoKrhGtg1RuXxZ_p6MjLezHNJfAIHxeBNKZtQsOIl8byvAuINY7/s320/jackolynn+and+i.JPG" border="0" /> <div>and after all that fun.. here comes the icing on the cake: my limo driver to take me to lunch. Bye kids! Thanks for a great year! <br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335878981991805666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8uvSqZYASjh1n8C-bmlUrbUa7W3OFjQ_NOOQ0D7yxVHFnoKZ4i286K9aNkCbilpJH6hHLnUGA0YOzxU0XYwJ5q9o5DZIHblj9oyc-DQ0RdoLdnd3HqwcOusM_-NYkknA2sjF4Wj8KJAlk/s320/charlie+taxi.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>The Kelso-Winter Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249352864575840862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115585982832720258.post-69200047405440254312009-05-02T23:07:00.001-07:002009-05-03T22:15:51.065-07:00Rockies Road Trip<div><div>With the temps finally in the above 0 range, normally, we'd be biking, hiking, or just hanging out in the park, but because of a little glitch in "someone's" foot, we decided to hop in the Jeep and take a Rocky Mountain Road trip, riding out towards the mountains to see if we could find the ranch where they train the RCMP horses.<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><div>So, fortified with hay and oats from our usual watering hole, we head off!</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331476307908652514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLveaKwc9JnysuJremz-jx9TSa0806peHr6-QtWQyp2zkTX249wtBVlOg0vAcKDy_yPft7V0wvoVuU9ivcH36ZqOtzem-xtOkJ6jjlEJkj1Q4H5H-mQ2Q44OW_oknNT-7YYv1CEmtnmZ1q/s320/charlie+dairy+lane.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>By golly, cowpokes..it's gonna be a glorious day! </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331476317564203938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDKeVklCI4pzlWpv_fvbFEik4DgCoCCZvsZxopBlHUl5RDZxTk_cuHEwJbTKv-4ILnLBHNHhgdyia6ENJebtHbhfK9jfNPOgVCAAHKy1xym1XpKrakQeHaoP0-PGW2fKXzlXjcv1lpTXpy/s320/IMG_7973.JPG" border="0" />Just look at those mountains... still snow on 'em. I decided after a few hours of driving around, that it might be a good idea to pull out the trusty GPS. I typed in "Ranch" and all it came back with was LutheRAN CHurch and bRANCH Davidians. NOT, exactly what we're looking for, but Charlie's usually really good with just intuiting directions.. so we'll just keep going. Giddyup!<br /></div>But after a few more kilometers, it's time to restock the ol' feedbag with 8 essential vitamins and minerals. Don't be gigglin' there .. see the real dairy and 'taters we got? And isn't there a special category for Sour Patch Kids in the food pyramid.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331476316420577682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEB_cAw0VxntmTIzgxp24GFqBFwqY7_p1TxhwdLCVuBW4GK9hYPdkLpupqVA6iBJTtP8e-k5CZHTWEovhxNlu_HIS9lwf-ObYoNRtRfrjD_g9fZqRgbgjFtJ2TORzWdk2BQtHT6AfbwnI1/s320/IMG_7958.JPG" border="0" /> <div>Back on the road again.....Oooh..what kind of surprises might be over that bridge? <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipX9vT1082jhFC6Q1hFXIIaXKPhjbWZb2HdS3O1N0GdprdsZ1GGz1LTqcljpcasa0UgBsc57FbZP7nr0EzP9qeGM5Xkn7y9tiJ2ntOGUIDCavOqkH0ZSo0fHbuIRsmEoIrbl7PY4OAZ6pp/s1600-h/looking+northwest.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331478154374301650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipX9vT1082jhFC6Q1hFXIIaXKPhjbWZb2HdS3O1N0GdprdsZ1GGz1LTqcljpcasa0UgBsc57FbZP7nr0EzP9qeGM5Xkn7y9tiJ2ntOGUIDCavOqkH0ZSo0fHbuIRsmEoIrbl7PY4OAZ6pp/s320/looking+northwest.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div><div> </div>Oh, look! It's a whole herd of whitetail deer. I caught the last one as they bounded into the thicket and disappeared. Lucky for them, we were only hunting them with a Canon and lucky for us, they passed 50' instead of 5' in front of us. <br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrHwhrBM0Xa-Dyx7N5km1w-4_0fKMgCudMU4SgVl31BdfnSSvTJnjRzgKDlOPjkDyzIB-NJQ28s_Yg-HaS-LS7YLodXWRF1TOxLU1_pn2x6vJF5qMRY_SoldVrDx5aA0lGqZTfbxjIkA04/s1600-h/whitetail+deer.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331747722655524146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrHwhrBM0Xa-Dyx7N5km1w-4_0fKMgCudMU4SgVl31BdfnSSvTJnjRzgKDlOPjkDyzIB-NJQ28s_Yg-HaS-LS7YLodXWRF1TOxLU1_pn2x6vJF5qMRY_SoldVrDx5aA0lGqZTfbxjIkA04/s320/whitetail+deer.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9fwggbqrrXIt6bLwpcsHjvY6cpn6xiMLgy58dpmmPBLsMd0G10Zc5gm2AbpePw2gMFzjOqYkZ2qpElS6LAVE3YJRAbMNsQdcFucktQFOdRfzULAbfP9nQspB9ZfKF1W7u2PaGKiiIQNEm/s1600-h/creek.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331478147125457634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9fwggbqrrXIt6bLwpcsHjvY6cpn6xiMLgy58dpmmPBLsMd0G10Zc5gm2AbpePw2gMFzjOqYkZ2qpElS6LAVE3YJRAbMNsQdcFucktQFOdRfzULAbfP9nQspB9ZfKF1W7u2PaGKiiIQNEm/s320/creek.jpg" border="0" /></a>The scenery was just like this the whole way. However, we seem to be off the navigational charts.. where are we??<br /><br /></div><div>Aha! Here's a cool Forest Service road - it says "unpaved road" on the GPS.. well, no kidding! NO one on it. Not even loggers, but we can hear ATVers off road.. busy making ruts..oh well.. we'll try not to worry 'bout them.<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331752923304540658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik0YF8cTGidwDRr2rG_S54wCYtKu1g8WLGTdkDUcOXYnVQok6b5b413qLoEIuPgk7e3OJ9w27ODSAMuKXVzJ22bAw3jjvS8HyFQKVZfc6EnYj4dztuBJ4SIXkPsnnTfe5PhtaoM4P6jVV3/s320/logging+road+2.jpg" border="0" />My brother, Alan, a lifetime Forester and occasional forest firefighter, would be proud we heeded this sign. Now, we need to teach the pine bark beetle to read too!<br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331752912406066962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIYzWJiBXvTAyePV36f0NUPBJCRcnTpHOcvIMWFdXO3tskS0LIXGCevq2RFiR5lJyZohBr1hNPOk_qi1Tsytej1RLusWWJQeY9qoSO_P2hRSzy4TkOn40kgf69JVCxifhNxv5kmTgj6zl9/s320/Protect+Albertas+Forests.jpg" border="0" />Hey, which direction are we going? That says TEXAS gate! Aren't we in Canada? <em><span style="font-size:85%;">(very small joke)</span></em> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigQzIzl_UJPULk8uXnGuMZIFEshIC24rnPUwuQhE8Sehxz5mrOsnz4LZA-XRIwaaCwSA7KtimQU1oYVPU-BzZZStJ9CzImNLsIhycEF0WMhjavS8WP428K6QdcjBINfXxdpOVzm7P6fKk9/s1600-h/Texas+Gate.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331478146878426946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigQzIzl_UJPULk8uXnGuMZIFEshIC24rnPUwuQhE8Sehxz5mrOsnz4LZA-XRIwaaCwSA7KtimQU1oYVPU-BzZZStJ9CzImNLsIhycEF0WMhjavS8WP428K6QdcjBINfXxdpOVzm7P6fKk9/s320/Texas+Gate.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div>Hey! We found it! The Ya Ha Tinda Ranch! How did we do that? No horses in sight though... hmmm? Was this a wild goose..er..horse chase? </div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0MZhtvLNO79V7U386pf-9zwD50AB63hMPDl0XpZ2UrD0THgNfyFHtlDtoo_whVZ_cNqFljWTGV4p2yCozk1FEyHOEDS9mjT7V9ror-U1yRd0vxhS1LytKCQV8dQFC5wmAGFXjj6oH6cxC/s1600-h/ya+ha+tinda+ranch.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331478157373182322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0MZhtvLNO79V7U386pf-9zwD50AB63hMPDl0XpZ2UrD0THgNfyFHtlDtoo_whVZ_cNqFljWTGV4p2yCozk1FEyHOEDS9mjT7V9ror-U1yRd0vxhS1LytKCQV8dQFC5wmAGFXjj6oH6cxC/s320/ya+ha+tinda+ranch.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><div>But, wait, here's another cool "sign." Where there are stirrups, there are horses, right? </div><div><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrHwhrBM0Xa-Dyx7N5km1w-4_0fKMgCudMU4SgVl31BdfnSSvTJnjRzgKDlOPjkDyzIB-NJQ28s_Yg-HaS-LS7YLodXWRF1TOxLU1_pn2x6vJF5qMRY_SoldVrDx5aA0lGqZTfbxjIkA04/s1600-h/whitetail+deer.jpg"></a></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331476326659564882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9vvBMZxYlBdJfQopiapzMDaewcOuwXFVmS8rjaELoH0Mv6DbX3DHxwA2W5TdOluKZR1mZvSvvBzSs55IYqFFkEzZpRuZ8Ggtm3CH7bUB9MHEZavxWZzvsoFlq1hbf8Lfqhxwx-QqVkeZm/s320/IMG_7975.JPG" border="0" /> Here we are! Hello, Mr. Ed! <span style="font-size:85%;"><em></em></span><span style="font-size:78%;">(8#X)</span> <span style="font-size:78%;"><em>If you're under 40, you can google Mr. Ed. </em><br /></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331765063805289602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUloqbynz02US7qbU65z0zDNPnP7n6EXExS_K1bUTyhe3jRbCeYisNoujyOEfYAsXV8S9MoWlCdbcYZPWLuAuxKMrPHpyoTIPVbAzDa6Wz4PonrwPOp2mnpHYOzD8HTFFltxxpJA9XPliO/s320/horse+in+snow+8%23X.jpg" border="0" /> And now, that we made it here..it's time to head back.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJyX3Uss2nIesZSEiMZBto6Otip_eKKFEeYtKYlEPgobfStvRSnVzXyzquy1ym5wSmIy6y9zsOCYz8xq92TlVkUCgi8sHQcWos4kg9aAV356yK4g68UTHKon3PsiCqs9YFN04nptFUJGTh/s1600-h/Rocky+Mountain+House.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331478152036959314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJyX3Uss2nIesZSEiMZBto6Otip_eKKFEeYtKYlEPgobfStvRSnVzXyzquy1ym5wSmIy6y9zsOCYz8xq92TlVkUCgi8sHQcWos4kg9aAV356yK4g68UTHKon3PsiCqs9YFN04nptFUJGTh/s320/Rocky+Mountain+House.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div>Whoo Hoo! We got back in time for dinner at Lee and Don's farm where they rustled us up some mighty fine grub. Cheers! <br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331827604160292626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglGDe9mLUNgnNpqmyVMMV1pBczryMYrFkvoKIrdqaKruBU8ZQHNipzfw6ApIc8UkVUb9Ldq1pe4XYRDfJokISa8xZ6rhbf505LLve4YsEJJ-_4-cpD33T6-15R9J-Z3M5wXjZHFMyu8K1D/s320/dinner+at+lee%27s.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>The Kelso-Winter Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249352864575840862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115585982832720258.post-6465526034969825792009-04-22T20:21:00.001-07:002009-04-22T22:44:36.903-07:00Earth Day Baby Turns 50!<div><div><div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw3ow7csXDsey0zooT-ceF_0FnG3kk1OyZQm1i8xSMlMuPoRu9nXuRYqB3iffUqMOKagosX4sA3QKVOZ4XvYMbY7ByFZThrjNi_ReI7PDFcUICfdq6bMelEA15XFxirpaDlzMKsInfdqAR/s1600-h/marko+63+christmas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327734169931756770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw3ow7csXDsey0zooT-ceF_0FnG3kk1OyZQm1i8xSMlMuPoRu9nXuRYqB3iffUqMOKagosX4sA3QKVOZ4XvYMbY7ByFZThrjNi_ReI7PDFcUICfdq6bMelEA15XFxirpaDlzMKsInfdqAR/s320/marko+63+christmas.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div>Today is Earth Day. <em><span style="color:#000099;">God Bless Mother Earth.</span></em> AND it's the 50th birthday of the boy in the peppermint-stick striped pjs. 50!? How is that possible? My brother, Mark, has been one of the most influential people in my life and now he's all grown-up! (Chronologically) <br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirqLP1-SGxozkAwUvjnciWht78bniCyzpEt8yq9Wh7vvoyCU93oNAabRUX5AE_JSi84NagfJexiifdWbUCtZNEn1A10-fE_2pj4eAJJDzywl3TmDoKS4DXwe9oTqA0PMjHLawF3cXHPWe7/s1600-h/mark+glam+picture.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327734170692643442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirqLP1-SGxozkAwUvjnciWht78bniCyzpEt8yq9Wh7vvoyCU93oNAabRUX5AE_JSi84NagfJexiifdWbUCtZNEn1A10-fE_2pj4eAJJDzywl3TmDoKS4DXwe9oTqA0PMjHLawF3cXHPWe7/s320/mark+glam+picture.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>My youngest brother, 50!? Holy *$#%! This is so traumatic. Not for him probably, but for ME! Three of my other sibs have turned 50 and then some, and my beloved husband and sister have even hit the NEXT decade and I haven't batted an eye but now I'm all whacked out about Mark turning 50!! Hailp! OK, I've wallowed in the angst.. Now I'm over it. </div><br /><div>So, I'm raising my glass ( organic raw unpasteurized apple/wheatgrass/spirulina juice of course) to you, brother. You are a beautiful spirit -- inspiring-- generous with your gifts. </div><div>We are blessed to have you in our lives. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327752375027915234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgubtoWqGjwDY2jfXJC1MMl-vBZQb3cslZ7TGk7rFdOzwu9cgzS05QQl-RX8I7zJ94sVgyfYg4dLJ8kk1HH4asCLeqQsO81Plhrms_jjsb88JSzquSJt7F2Q-JYfZuD_Kkr21tsAz6kJ8iB/s320/mark+l%27hopital+sacre+coeur.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><em>[Here he is volunteering at L'Hopital Sacre Coeur in extremely improverished and TB-plagued Haiti </em></div><div> </div><div>I'm pretty sure that I can take a lot of credit for Mark's success as a musician. I reluctantly relinquished my piano-practicing time slot and sacrificed countless hours of sleep so that my brother could practice HIS music at all hours of the night. Seriously, though, as our reward, Mark has created a rich legacy of astounding music - <a href="http://www.muddyangel.com/">http://www.muddyangel.com/</a> , including countless personalized songs, many of which have hit home for someone at just the right time when they needed a bit of relaxation, inspiration, entertainment, or plain ol' understanding. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327746343540589682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA8ut5qe8VUz9jVJbDSGWHx81-CRKg1u3ijXVozavhUwppqhGQnTfT9p7DFgYiXp4lpA_DICTpxc8Nvdt4VzG8qpNDDFw0XDQbO5LD7AHEwUUbu703329SUi9reT0p1gL0XprO1hxDV9dz/s320/for+god+alone+cd.jpg" border="0" />He has also contributed untold amounts of CO2 emissions, sewage and refuse along the away but I for one am glad that he is sharing Mother Earth with us for awhile. Happy Earth Day Birthday, Marko! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327756645862092402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-tNZeFgDeVvVoIlrb-wIzZ406nYXLFKPrQ9JEUcLFWCpEX6QTt0gMGK3UaFx0trJa0rMdT9kM8psauU3C4OPPHI2mNOis8YYUvl834aY1rG24h2Oz6R7zizD_4ZCkRBnD1oZXfj5qhbio/s320/dr.+seuss.jpg" border="0" /><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>The Kelso-Winter Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249352864575840862noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115585982832720258.post-86426334683469570652009-03-25T09:18:00.000-07:002009-03-25T22:35:22.045-07:00Say, is it Spring?<div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>I've decided that since the weather isn't saying Spring.. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317362275985725186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMtpS6IgzNjqcEEnuwIGGjFqS5xU5eBCGZVeAPLRqvcHxSE6ssQiwbGpiKbPjnNbIRcWmnZbCQej9HrYTVJ5JztnRqqVI3KRcVAQp0_hbNyGTN75OtQSI9rOQI1XowQ46tqT3Zk-Jn43eg/s320/spring+day+out+window.JPG" border="0" />that Spring will just have to be a state of mind. This is what it looks like outside our window. -10C that's a MINUS sign... with snow and a still-frozen river, but INSIDE it can be Spring!<br /><br />Bring out the spring sweaters! (Aren't you jealous, Houstonians.. we STILL get to wear sweaters.)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317362275847570674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibH8ZxtKAiDoY22H0MQB-daAwuB_FQM-g2z-BD4wq0XOKua0TcZhxYECYUu47XFKbMJ_4pODFSOgvLOeLzbt3jEbHiVLFU7T-OtSXwp-LeygAFSthxj8hyphenhyphenLgCRaxKJ8qIpDiqCPr9h_bJi/s320/sp-sweater+purse.jpg" border="0" /> and the Spring Boots - Hey, if you have to wear these giant slush boots, you might as well have 'em in Pansy Purple! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317361569189672322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtLzRFMJFlbbhcTEbHX3mNmTVA8uNdSPSKbaBPdvBeRWfUNnI4RIwsMxGNC1wL-JQndIVe5_rDi0ihyXyi0rV2kIqgC9rJGeZxRppyRSbeKwplDfDaYWkaSVJkDXT_uuNxM-bLJjsdow3e/s320/sp+-+boots.jpg" border="0" /> and Spring into Spring! Nevermind all that snow on the balcony chairs...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317361570871300834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjgYlnal3T6hsMAZhVsWdV0pYCG3dms7BuvtmqxiBF3wYENh1cqrw0vslSr0_kEDzh6ObT0UMxUXJe_sHypDeVaNRD6J2DaT2XLTQdi9NRbtYeY74LFWc53WTMMCl4KMVTGjqX1qgNOpSa/s320/sp+-+chairs+on+deck.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><p>The horses think it's spring... Look at Lee's horses, Red and Dallas. They're convinced that there's spring grass under there! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317361587332782018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAeqU6v4sJJQftKt5vzSfpcUTGvKl-XzDMMcUtARiDmQq_oaNsTwnPjRhT-vvyGHkDrGNuLVbbI050NHttzCUa84Kxe2Of51iFFkENqTlNhv0buNH__xI_EQ3gLYDqFPSn4MbxxMJOZ1y3/s320/sp+-+horses.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>My very talented goddaughter painted this Spring Duck for me. Isn't he gorgeous?</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317361577023282050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv4fdAppngl55WdQCIjw8kEsOu-NH0UEgsqCsZuummJVM1aH4NNHZ7HZ5eQ1nSeXBY03CLmGk_1T5snpP9Xg1aersyoDlsUzQpQezs5z7-xYxOK-aomjVEz0CGm8cD2C2FDMaeXdTPjtwZ/s320/sp+-+duck+painting.jpg" border="0" /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317361580909733970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhovshmbKLj1xlXOJW-0X-hSouIkECrZsBvGbMkmOzJzsw9AGmnPGk9qCWLsNzbfPOjuy-Jjvm7wUJ6HmmT_o1OW8YH63Rj8H4r5X5i_-khTWcUKzM8fRXLLk2vux433t6Qz2S9OcbpFtwg/s320/sp+-+bunny+illustration.jpg" border="0" />And another talented illustrator.. the same one who did Wind in the Willows painted this precious bunny. Pretty soon, Easter will be here with all the promise of new life! See, the bunny is counting the days! Even Thaddeus is hopeful waiting by the window for his friends the Canadian Geese to come honking by.... (Susan.. I knew you've been missing Thaddeus..) </p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317362264758348130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihcK_o00oGL8ExgF2OMuduvwt3Mi6jQin-UHSWzKesgduSwnpjoiJf8tNRhIM_o5njiCIyeWgEUWOZksV5xM3Zfy1sQx47-0bSOLpQ8oui1hfpE6ycn9hU-QglT3X9NWXIqwy64M6FOqOx/s320/sp+-+thaddeus.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317362281257343282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitF1qKRAgAXi-2FnyL6daSmcImpsia0TZwf9bDr4fRlkBH2Oo-Q3pGMotyxZ2OH1fyRJSLZa13UzzTY5FHSzRcXafVpKpyRhh4y9o76ggdw8VR9kCFEap8HZbtNicicUnjW6Y0uD5opfFq/s320/sp-+lee+don+blue.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>and Don and Lee have blue tongues.. now, what that has to do with Spring is beyond me.. but I couldn't resist putting them on here... Must be my brain on antibiotics. I'm taking a break from blogging till after Easter. Can you tell I need one? Happy Easter everyone!! Celebrate new life! </p><p> </p>The Kelso-Winter Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249352864575840862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115585982832720258.post-59862697612732661282009-03-19T16:29:00.000-07:002009-03-19T21:57:28.513-07:00Culinary Calamity<div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><div>Unless you're a first-time visitor, you know that I've been hosting an insidious, quite irritating critter inside my sinus cavity for what seems like longer than the Canadian winter. After the critter's original <em>all-night burn-the-candle-at-both-ends</em> frat party in my chest, I found out that his name is Horace and he likes it where he is inside my membranes. I tried to throw him out on his bum. I did NOT invite him up to my sinuses. I did not! But there, in the morning, I found that he and his noisome, repugnant buddies who stick together like glue, some might say snot, had taken up residence. They refuse to budge no matter the extreme eviction measures I have taken. So, if I have to be stuck inside the house, I might as well BAKE! </div><br />What to make? Well, the bananas are in rougher shape than the zucchini - black is not a shade that suits them so, I went with chocolate chip banana nut bread. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315113704152296210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhyphenhyphenqIylVPdjrpli38wYZ6pTV1HG1yjnPIGAG9WeAClcMvH1nzF54cK-0w_QGrNjguK_vZ6zN17412_-ISzn3CKa6nrkqcJm-0ELt48idVFQSVli40SzB7MVZM4QphrOC2G210kpfGNG3uw/s320/bananas+old.JPG" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315114434107191634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjhBPcYQXi2eij53iq5ALJTOKT9O25j4MaDRdVrupGZI5vxCrCSEEo8Tk8imeW4Ex9i5PPMV6o5qtntVtUO7iV_zv1EoWcYGmKE84u2SZZccofa9Z1zsj52fdPihsXLiWmjJVDVR3UcBVO/s320/chocolate+chips.JPG" border="0" />Chocolate chips always have an edge. It started out innocuously enough.... some batter...some banana...<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315114441324749426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbOL0qMN_jt7m0c3_VCTNR6HjE9jJo6Hn3XEirI_n0RVmRq-9rEESqCeQ7OfqGUFfHppCy0o5gEpBHvEptvgSsUQpBFX3Y4Lx4h6mL3N2xo5LCQ2t7D0u9WL3NOTEZxd_U7eYkqbOgn18x/s320/P3190887.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div>But things went very wrong on the way to banana nirvana.... here's how it went down: </div><div></div><br /><div>All the labels in Canada are printed in French/English and most cooks would read the instructions in their native tongue. </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315121650046620802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiT0EZh-eBGEblVlj2w06nEVfHJgbS2WoM83zZCTNT3j1fJlj7cqtkM_tq56yXs_9Zogy3asoYtYL4ElrScNrBc0IUTK9jTR0qKwppxbetm1A-eGHc3Zoc1Do4Dh0W3p9Oo_RQ_xMgR2Qu/s320/P3190901.JPG" border="0" /> <div></div><div>Mais moi? Non. Ok, that's an excuse. Really I just wasn't paying attention. Instead of <em>un tasse ..</em> I put in <em>deux </em>- double the water needed so I was left with soup o'muffins. And since I don't have a real mixing bowl, the under-sized one I use was very full with just half the load of batter, (Note to self: Stop thinking about getting a BIGger bowl and buy one!) I had to glop the extra in a ziplock bag and mix it by squishing the bag together. But it did make it more fun in the end 'cause I got to lick the BAG instead of a paltry beater. Mon dieu - what a mess! </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315116229175337282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeYt6qNvcCCKKs-tnusiyeuts_TSdo22dDxboNpreI9XPtAWX-Lgp1s5MLxV0M08YRDU_ndUiO1wNThJOXf2HSWfwzXuNqM0PIdWv33xE5gOMGORaeHsqYRIdFlV7bm2KXq0yq8s5Opy-g/s320/bag+o%27+muffin.jpg" border="0" /> <div></div><div>Finally, though, here are the muffins tins prepped and ready to go into the preheated oven and then it will be Muffin Mania! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315116238829796850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRQGkQKziwqkP70SD_AQhaDDOL06DvRYEYFUCfWhw_y1HSsN975-8fsrZINqRAFOThinq5syUpkWNvIw148KTEsr4lSOdps_uUh6QcDR5S2OoFNJiLiNUVn-CpXW4VMhp84E3mR8lrObrO/s320/muffin+batter+in+tins.jpg" border="0" />In they go! Whuuuuuut....??? the oven isn't heating! ???? </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315114437527398466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNk1waunRkKruNqbFusrF_zsKRK_lfeuyNS-tH8o64-NMjB0mFjtzKap-UljNa-1pWeWMdAPWN-cg_qV-muvZelTQftuIczK-x8oboPuUZzAUcwu0JM386LFWQ1HWdhLDa-HumG0EOVAwd/s320/oven+not+working.JPG" border="0" /> <div>I pull out the oven manual.. read it IN ENGLISH front to back. There's no section in there about "What if your oven won't heat?" There's stuff about Sabbath Mode, Convection Mode, Dialectical Reasoning Mode, but nothing about HEATING STUFF UP MODE! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315116249364678498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhescZRIHClSYwS8vWtz0mK6Iu9XHGJzjw0vusTK-ck9z-HRH6d_5x-l93IGnpScgG2fcACOeqR4femSwKMhXe6omsUgmKpSSOSs1vnu3_urK-xOS34NQqk3m7cOXVzhcaywrqXGFoFVeUD/s320/oven+manual.jpg" border="0" />I read it in German, Italian, Chinese....ok...I didn't do that, but I did read it cover to cover and then pushed every single button. I flipped the circuit breaker. I drank a glass of port.. medicinal value. I sat down, scratched my head, stood on my head, and then called the manufacturer. And the nice young lady said, in effect, "Just sit all day long in your house on Monday,<em> (4 days from now)</em> waiting for our dude to show up near dinnertime.. and never fear, we'll charge you by the precious second to press one button that we could have told you about over the phone." </div><div> </div><div>But that's Monday, so how about my muffins that are ready to be baked now? Should I make them into pancakes and cook them on a griddle? Should I just eat them raw by the spoonful? (wouldn't be the first time... )</div><br /><div></div><div>But then, my foggy vicksed-up brain thought, I don't need a gunked-up stomach on top of a gunky head. Who in this downtown condo has a working oven and is also home during the day? BONNIE! I phoned. Bonnie answered. Hallelujah! We trotted, we two, in our sock feet with the tins up to her floor and while the muffins were cooking merrily away...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315116246457227426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6yXixKTuht2RzUaOYE7pXBRgv7sE-ai5fPLSLcR36drwpLHKJv2et5VMuuoXqkAH9WuSYj6hC2nd_fyml4fKT-Jtzyl5K83yYQ5bULDO8Pjt093FEYE5xMhc3aO7-j_6QeMvlMfdLpiT5/s320/muffins+cooking.jpg" border="0" />we fixed all the world's problems over tea. A friendship is born! Now.. if only my "friend" Horace will pack up his friends and go! </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>The Kelso-Winter Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249352864575840862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115585982832720258.post-33304119172856043272009-03-14T16:38:00.000-07:002009-03-19T16:29:14.034-07:00Blog about BellaCan being sick be a blessing? Perhaps. Instead of being outside running around a nearly springlike day in Calgary, I'm in with a hacking cough. My wonderful hubster did all our errands and rented some movies. Which leads me to this: Get out a piece of paper and write down this recommendation for an incredibly moving film, Bella.<br /><br /><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313225032877833122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0b_Ar5nyzGomP_Zz_zTk0gdwIsirwnlA1cuoV1zxj5TACip7ADUbN_2V-pme5CdbBdnOmnrSqlAml9d6Mzazw2IQVd4ws7-qk_Zz1HCOyOvkaIKn_cPyw2mOfRRC5rhIdoFxw_Vd1vM7Q/s320/Bella.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>Then, Do not Pass Go, Do Not Collect $200, Go Straight to Movie Rental. To paraphrase Jon Forman who has one of the beautiful songs on the soundtrack: It is understated, honest.. it feels like a foreign film <em>(this is a good thing!)</em> It's for thinking people. It's not the kind of movie that will come down and just entertain you. There are no bandaids in the movie, just raw, real life and true emotion, and choices that women, thankfully, still have. </div><br /><div>You can see the trailer on <a href="http://www.bellamoviesite.com/">http://www.bellamoviesite.com/</a> or skip it - sometimes trailers can say too much... and go rent it and then we can discuss. </div><br /><div>Likewise, you've got to see all the Oscar-nominated Best Picture movies: Milk (Sean Penn deserved to win), The Wrestler, Frost/Nixon (too bad Frank Langella couldn't have received a runner-up Oscar,) Slumdog Millionaire, and our favorite, The Reader. They'll have you talking or you're not a thinking person. (hee hee) </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313862363957505506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6af4LgerlCmPBfwzxB6uJquWSXqZg-uJR4n9_E3fArNbaoHKtYrjgXZFg3G44e-pGpcQqQQx8ygP6E5mFLCCGBOcptfP6A0xEjhqht0cIqcPOLCIM9dLLxivMHJeZcnT21ZAWRXg8Wmyc/s320/the+reader.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><div>We also saw The Duchess, with Keira Knightley and Ralph Fiennes (who is also in The Reader.) At first glance, it seemed like just another period piece, about the challenges facing a intelligent, headstrong 18th-century noblewoman Georgiana Spencer, Duchess of Devonshire, brokered by her mother to an older, aloof Duke who only wants a male heir. The similarities to Princess Diana, a distant relative of Georgiana's, abound. Yet, after listening to the Duchess' biographer's comments on the DVD, the movie's symbolism deepens to becomes an account of not only a remarkable woman from an earlier era but also a reminder of our forbears and the battles, personal and public, they've fought for us. </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313861430450462322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEX_Ym9a8-DKPc2LNZ6sJdXALH7zPhUlRsBUU-ieLlyJcJeNUUkuh2gRYMwjQodhyphenhyphenjvEkflK7t9VbSWKHsDBS0DEwg7X3Er5R-xvIwNnOOdawLlItW_15UXJg2S2ZFFS5NP4BbWiYqGJyE/s320/Suffragette.jpg" border="0" /> <div></div><div>Next up: Culinary Creation or Crashes</div></div>The Kelso-Winter Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249352864575840862noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115585982832720258.post-18718916926732842962009-03-09T20:57:00.000-07:002009-03-09T22:17:25.426-07:00How to Hibernate<div align="center">We woke up to this, today: -25C and light snow. </div><div align="center">Perfect weather for hibernating...yes? <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggMAZkyjzVjouyXJzaAlN4SieuUFxKxxc55_M3ETNunEa0-mWaZRHeaPTghvzXsRDqCil-HktfKg-H8UXJs_RHybLkEcV4bmhKd5B_WTy-o3Zvjk4LMXodTXs0F4rhpDQVTxARsHsGYKNx/s1600-h/hibernating+snow.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311405400308752290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggMAZkyjzVjouyXJzaAlN4SieuUFxKxxc55_M3ETNunEa0-mWaZRHeaPTghvzXsRDqCil-HktfKg-H8UXJs_RHybLkEcV4bmhKd5B_WTy-o3Zvjk4LMXodTXs0F4rhpDQVTxARsHsGYKNx/s320/hibernating+snow.jpg" border="0" /></a> I shall look in my tea cupboard and see which one(s) to have. Would you have Chai, Constant Comment, licorice tea from the Remedy Tea store in Seattle, or Williams Sonoma peppermint hot chocolate? Oh-ho! I spy real chocolate in there too. Who needs tea! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311405376460567842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3aEaiNNYF0LtdPovbHeDtaoc8HhN77hr95Osuyrg3f_JJ56CnefA4S9OlVUFTXBHfiYkoUib8Qa3O12C4xplr6mBXR38pZvoOUSEgACbaFro0XF3IVjOa6v_gqFFn1dia08Ys_Hkp87g5/s320/hibernate+teas.jpg" border="0" />and then maybe some gentle Yoga ... now that's a stretch...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFxBUhSV7csHRJ5O1_5Hb-44EaYGX7lFzg2Wom4bhm-i1Jq5MR0Qyf2YGfSpqMROogVU9sLTJTtPTjJrs1UaG9J7lEgg3rlzFgooo9SuCNixRFa-TDtib8WxDcltngOZspZGufJhpU4p6l/s1600-h/hibernate+yoga.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311405383374481730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFxBUhSV7csHRJ5O1_5Hb-44EaYGX7lFzg2Wom4bhm-i1Jq5MR0Qyf2YGfSpqMROogVU9sLTJTtPTjJrs1UaG9J7lEgg3rlzFgooo9SuCNixRFa-TDtib8WxDcltngOZspZGufJhpU4p6l/s320/hibernate+yoga.jpg" border="0" /></a> Shouldn't the 6 more weeks of winter be over? The poinsettia thinks it's still Christmas...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ZAjXj7hnsThgwIrQpx9mJRuwNZ1pQIOAfV4YkXBawdJ5XRXL3B7f0iViYlqTQxq9vneYvAA7FBWINaYfI1hwPhvtNe61ee0c0-isLYyf212NYqGOBEQiVE9hi48jBa1WkQvtgVt8ImBC/s1600-h/hibernate+poinsettia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311405371050037042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ZAjXj7hnsThgwIrQpx9mJRuwNZ1pQIOAfV4YkXBawdJ5XRXL3B7f0iViYlqTQxq9vneYvAA7FBWINaYfI1hwPhvtNe61ee0c0-isLYyf212NYqGOBEQiVE9hi48jBa1WkQvtgVt8ImBC/s320/hibernate+poinsettia.jpg" border="0" /></a> Or, I could mull over the final details on how to Owl Puke the Pukers.. (see earlier post.)<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmIFwdv93bN17z97QiSgV2_1IeqmZhhVB593Qv9AFo59ZEv-v9RocE1QE2t46hjI3jGHifn6oJJXLf02yd6k9SI_9lBggDPd7x6MoG0vnIjCRhNbExgngQyEWcsMPy8PLPZ8L2ATXJFBLt/s1600-h/hibernate+owl+puke.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311405369168455586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmIFwdv93bN17z97QiSgV2_1IeqmZhhVB593Qv9AFo59ZEv-v9RocE1QE2t46hjI3jGHifn6oJJXLf02yd6k9SI_9lBggDPd7x6MoG0vnIjCRhNbExgngQyEWcsMPy8PLPZ8L2ATXJFBLt/s320/hibernate+owl+puke.jpg" border="0" /></a> Perhaps I should make some veggie lasagna?<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxEwaSVXCLpCiCfpQeXx_fflNLQvVJCTxuVooJKGG9B_DLr8T-unt5JcnOdpDMfuatDLZiSUTIPWRndBNgy-7nVLEHL4kQ72UusAfwQcdpFjHAvQI_9J-j5o8xUq7afaxTtoHHAx6M2y4o/s1600-h/hibernate+magazine.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311404762560780546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxEwaSVXCLpCiCfpQeXx_fflNLQvVJCTxuVooJKGG9B_DLr8T-unt5JcnOdpDMfuatDLZiSUTIPWRndBNgy-7nVLEHL4kQ72UusAfwQcdpFjHAvQI_9J-j5o8xUq7afaxTtoHHAx6M2y4o/s320/hibernate+magazine.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Or maybe knit a little something? Not likely. This little kit has been with me since cell phones were invented.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmXvPw_vEsoOhvOYR9snS5ZopI9U42OmRfXQBIgGjY17Ky2qwoPzgcKnaaekBzZGWv06OUStidwLK9bse-V_WX6aefJod4FQCTQSOAjcre0mMphF4K6qyzuMGeVUJdTJLUJdPn5ttIKh3D/s1600-h/hibernate+knit+this.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311404751835880162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmXvPw_vEsoOhvOYR9snS5ZopI9U42OmRfXQBIgGjY17Ky2qwoPzgcKnaaekBzZGWv06OUStidwLK9bse-V_WX6aefJod4FQCTQSOAjcre0mMphF4K6qyzuMGeVUJdTJLUJdPn5ttIKh3D/s320/hibernate+knit+this.jpg" border="0" /></a> or I could delve into more of this book that I bought for Charlie, who loved it. Then we loaned it to Anna and it made Anna cry. Then Oprah decided it was on her must-read list, plus it's a story filled with dogs, so no doubt I'll like it.<br /><br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKmBquhBfvmtbYlHUOvGFFD5B5P_26-DzRhVGnREmc1KFRuw2G0IuvFXfdEdsAOncu2LZ6CBfJBcM4uUv_Oqslm9tF4CSPzOlBQNhlkv3PcchJThslS4IKHWlJkDUcWds73lDzOwR8bmw9/s1600-h/hibernate+book.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311404734377558514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKmBquhBfvmtbYlHUOvGFFD5B5P_26-DzRhVGnREmc1KFRuw2G0IuvFXfdEdsAOncu2LZ6CBfJBcM4uUv_Oqslm9tF4CSPzOlBQNhlkv3PcchJThslS4IKHWlJkDUcWds73lDzOwR8bmw9/s320/hibernate+book.jpg" border="0" /></a> Better yet, I could read the book while taking a bath with.....ooh what to pick? a Lush Bath Bomb.. with soothing bath oil or Rocky Mountain bath salts...hmmmm..<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU3v4Y4iPf5YMphCON53b2cAeB20Pp0W8CU7_g2vrAfRxmEbV5jhUXGBTdbzHcpjhMDQ-o5C_VbRArLjqSq4e8QZ3Xv-_rwEJkfDF3wcdjM5MBg8bYoQ_qxdZEOqq68t1177GO6nfXWL2_/s1600-h/hibernate+bath.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311404733614543650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU3v4Y4iPf5YMphCON53b2cAeB20Pp0W8CU7_g2vrAfRxmEbV5jhUXGBTdbzHcpjhMDQ-o5C_VbRArLjqSq4e8QZ3Xv-_rwEJkfDF3wcdjM5MBg8bYoQ_qxdZEOqq68t1177GO6nfXWL2_/s320/hibernate+bath.jpg" border="0" /></a> Shall I increase my brain synapses by learning to say, "I would like a bottle of white wine, please." en Francais? <em>Je voudrais une bouteille de vin blanc, s'il vous plait.</em>" .<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEmKSZ_dGgBvd995-jRcSdLv5EmjKlLTkEfkoSJiQk5Y5xdBo7hhaItJ5ZQc6HwxlGnVRz8-lsnDn-foqwFBZyFIph9dkhLJl2vbbW5RuitTl1uRFCBB20gnKY_W8TM3e15DkBhl956Ni6/s1600-h/hibernate+french+phrase.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311404745184720082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEmKSZ_dGgBvd995-jRcSdLv5EmjKlLTkEfkoSJiQk5Y5xdBo7hhaItJ5ZQc6HwxlGnVRz8-lsnDn-foqwFBZyFIph9dkhLJl2vbbW5RuitTl1uRFCBB20gnKY_W8TM3e15DkBhl956Ni6/s320/hibernate+french+phrase.jpg" border="0" /></a>Right, Lee? That'd be a good hibernating activity. That's an oxymoron - hibernating and activity. Yet, somewhere out there, someone, like my brother and his boys in Massachusetts, are making good use of this snow! Go Marko! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311406091643864594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiimn2cm6rdxKzWootgmgPEQeA248FF0Pmxwf276u9gSi8AbG1qlMQqOZAqw4mzNjRUEtjNCtcs9ERmW7MQsVZHSqlCUPoBPTQqUCD8jUjieDfb6Pi-qdtYZE7wNR4lOwGG7f3WC5oVukCi/s320/mark+snowball.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>The Kelso-Winter Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249352864575840862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115585982832720258.post-16068914742262960742009-03-04T21:37:00.000-08:002009-03-06T21:28:02.417-08:00Sink or SwimIf you don't think you need to learn how to swim..and swim well. .. Here are the top 10 reasons it just might be a handy skill to have.<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><div>#10 In case the Perfect Waves are Pounding and the Big Boys are Boogie Boarding...<br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhiICsByQhs4fRak83C42brtmm7LJz7X7t-MLezXflN4LE-TSa22RWai3XVpjTP792ibLVs04kJhcKtIj7LcNyopMJDUONtNaR5LkBRRozyHlenUUiRIjZe6RQYwsRu1USpzYUVcfTgsaJ/s1600-h/makena+tom+charlie+in+big+wave.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309578161382221522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhiICsByQhs4fRak83C42brtmm7LJz7X7t-MLezXflN4LE-TSa22RWai3XVpjTP792ibLVs04kJhcKtIj7LcNyopMJDUONtNaR5LkBRRozyHlenUUiRIjZe6RQYwsRu1USpzYUVcfTgsaJ/s320/makena+tom+charlie+in+big+wave.jpg" border="0" /></a> #9 In case the Great Ones are just Gearing up... <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309578166063394802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0IjSGo4r1GVelrUkj_iPPkpNwfYhtRDrZ0XBycR7K8GfT5qQhE1ySboYPOESw903gXfNo3q8d9ucL5ixhUp83DahdX9Qn2E2efawwZRyR8Zx7CLZnr9QRuYgWuZIJxXSS8DUFMIbq8gk0/s320/makena+john+wave.jpg" border="0" />#8 In case you want to hang with the Broads who can Boogie too!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310307728400347058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUkRID8w2ho15CHveTSQGCwvhyphenhyphenYKAGR4jaq1WmJRi5WZuowJ8gWnQ0SsQ5PiGdXV1Mu1mMLETfMmSDmrb_L2lYfNU5XF2D1t32hsTIZPhqJw4YEDbmyBQuXXirKWuQH9RNuqPbduG1xyj3/s320/sharon+jane+boogie+boards.jpg" border="0" /> <div>#7 In case you want to spy a Sea Turtle Swimming by...<br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgpDckuvsMmVyhAWs51U0ya6UEK2nwZ1dsT2hexy42Qdop0YfDhlLaWGVfC6RnmnPQQd0mEhI4ARgbbd28PAcNH2TSq099j9MWJtG4BPkzNrD3v4BpCjyeQKSAY2-FZEV5v8mfEK89O0S_/s1600-h/turtle+best+also.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309578148117004418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgpDckuvsMmVyhAWs51U0ya6UEK2nwZ1dsT2hexy42Qdop0YfDhlLaWGVfC6RnmnPQQd0mEhI4ARgbbd28PAcNH2TSq099j9MWJtG4BPkzNrD3v4BpCjyeQKSAY2-FZEV5v8mfEK89O0S_/s320/turtle+best+also.jpg" border="0" /></a> #6 or Watch a Whale ... <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310291699753118690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8FqM3X-_BeHEB1qeSXIRZrgsuueKI-H_P0-IYuUxri7Tc2BEfNiaQFZTsChjV514XQKDyPFOYQFlUYHpAOdhz3Au6snpuQh8Ivh7gvCpGWHuxrQ6_00V7GACaNZz1hn-SZOuVqPRhwjFS/s320/whale+up.JPG" border="0" /> or nearly Touch her Tail. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310291705824547794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPBUbKZdXi2TOTaJK8E71Aq4pm7SaSaOHK_G1eGnn5bxftvsVFeIbkop1iB3rgS7DFT3RvxNua1ieofHngaJG_lyD5YLCQIBjMM4Mk0-V3b7j5_ZOxk9Buvz7EYqLHwXbWGyCrvOjyiZDd/s320/whale+fluke.JPG" border="0" /><br />#5 So you can get Whipped by the Whitecaps ..those Tranquil Tidal Waves... </div><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxQSxg-gzp93URCx_3OjLtbRxd1GgS-L0vM-pno0XO9h_TPCaoRzXcXrNfTFKkrob31HO63EEIpbEtd4cOXTw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />#4 Or get Upended by the Undertow <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310291715635072162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiozEI6JY23XeJC1jELY0YdPlKDjUPknPuCmQ6QXAe930eWe428ZDLH3-sjOqMuYSDMmnC1d43hH2F_MyDE3xAqB0njzU9-Z_3JkJwExbn_2A4Ja1Ap_zPMgEmAYOAOWT2uHPh7w0Twpxub/s320/makena+anna+upended.jpg" border="0" /> #3 Or move it on out with the Magnificent Maui Surfer Girl.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310301818631432210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXxk8IYIa_T4TZMNMEOb-tpm9G1Vpt8B4plEC7DxPVTryLQoh4nt5jeZHBjID_saom6qCKNI6VkMcFL2KqhdZHLv6AurnoTi-uwkXXkc47fjZPSzyDMvTBGtKZogEO3tjuhLBEYxsph9HB/s320/us+4+board+dustins.jpg" border="0" />#2 Swim, swim, swim so you can Dive into Dessert!<br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310291695973468082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmKtWl2Ytx869Bvvdl7px6G1f9WCQ8TN3fBDDTZI_0efM5ncFXpSuFGBTeQsgdcp84vDhRFl5QKL2LN1dMzh3pIgAK3mTDvFTOJBNJfoTgQG126E3RD5H3lmkN3oxaSpqkxRau1Ksidi1h/s320/john+licks+apple+tart.JPG" border="0" /> and the #1 reason you should learn to swim is so you can Hang with your Honey out in Honolua Bay!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz9n8am7tEVB-p7FWpr09bPQxHgUKJepakyW9Xdj_cGsOiL7HADgNppCtwssMglrzTnMI94nHUiOarXoo9GXaPStsQ29PNyS6oViGLkAcURSDNu0SLTnK_KmtpBnNzcDm37LvcbDJ51-aR/s1600-h/us+last+day.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310309919025579634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz9n8am7tEVB-p7FWpr09bPQxHgUKJepakyW9Xdj_cGsOiL7HADgNppCtwssMglrzTnMI94nHUiOarXoo9GXaPStsQ29PNyS6oViGLkAcURSDNu0SLTnK_KmtpBnNzcDm37LvcbDJ51-aR/s320/us+last+day.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfJiMvyC4TlOPZfnZ0zQZFktwWgSsxDjeJjLX22z3hUHnVYBrXsd_mC_rFUnZHorCD42JRLTJlVbEg4FaRBeQMGvBAyo8ujaD9W78n_DhLOjDFad7RqVe8FNgNGt1LLTvhjE2aFh3epykO/s1600-h/in+the+water+at+honolua.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310310285581895826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfJiMvyC4TlOPZfnZ0zQZFktwWgSsxDjeJjLX22z3hUHnVYBrXsd_mC_rFUnZHorCD42JRLTJlVbEg4FaRBeQMGvBAyo8ujaD9W78n_DhLOjDFad7RqVe8FNgNGt1LLTvhjE2aFh3epykO/s320/in+the+water+at+honolua.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>The Kelso-Winter Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249352864575840862noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115585982832720258.post-9723300522904572482009-03-01T16:20:00.000-08:002009-03-01T17:15:30.210-08:00Sadness for Sada and family<em><span style="color:#663333;">Yesterday we received the sad news that our daughter-in-law, Sada, had a miscarriage. She and BJ, Charlie's son, were excited about having a new little one to join their busy 3-year old bundle-0-boy. Sadly though, Sada's pregnancy was troubled and yesterday it ended at the emergency room. Thankfully, Sada is ok and there were lots of family and friends there to comfort and pray with her and BJ. We are far away physically, but as parents and grandparents, our hearts break just the same. It's hard to know that someone you love is going through so much pain and to feel fairly helpless. We are asking for your prayers for gentle moments for the Winter Family as they grieve. </span></em><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#000099;"></span></em></strong></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308391601872277970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEBRTwol9flzIIC2Cxe786DizIrFssJRLwEFdl6Updbu4fu-Fhqcsgx44MUbQ6Degxz2ED7UqLpVMIW56bUzsde72WAx6OyadfzFEuPorinHoCLw6O6jm8LCB4jraIAfek5Yli6gVCp8rD/s320/bird+on+tree+nilavu.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo by Nilavu</span></p>The Kelso-Winter Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249352864575840862noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115585982832720258.post-45777322237166192452009-02-23T13:47:00.001-08:002009-02-25T18:47:48.326-08:00Dreams of My Mother<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Tf4MrMFer8Su9EOToBX2IVeHfDRfxgZbG2Orw76C5M4Ft-KqWRexR5We4jRYgbbGuacMjRPaZ7w2ibKuWY4bUkyZkOZNdEREjHRX4pyaWiln3F5gmYvZhTJvP5Aa_qr7pvryB-qG99Ja/s1600-h/mom+adult+bw.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306928908614623442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Tf4MrMFer8Su9EOToBX2IVeHfDRfxgZbG2Orw76C5M4Ft-KqWRexR5We4jRYgbbGuacMjRPaZ7w2ibKuWY4bUkyZkOZNdEREjHRX4pyaWiln3F5gmYvZhTJvP5Aa_qr7pvryB-qG99Ja/s320/mom+adult+bw.jpg" border="0" /></a> Yesterday was a good day for reminiscing about my mom. I think about her all the time, but around Academy Award time I remember that it was the ONE night of the year that my mom would go out by herself and stay out lreally ate. She and her girlfriend, Nancy, would dress up and have "Girls Night In" and watch what then was "new-school Hollywood. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306610118370703906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9HI16kHbm2Sd6DcyHwnON8Il6BLzYr5-lNUTQ9qkirA9qzcMeUkv2vYsRCM6sg_FWegbdCEhM9fm1hH_5tGhYY5TQEcUThFG8zKtWFt7JXRjjylBhxF9LKlfcIORAWNFtt_n-_-tX0YQ/s320/kate+winslet.jpg" border="0" /> On Oscar night this year, two of her favorite actors, Van Johnson.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306263471258555922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSfnkg7jyp5MOMCnRk506loQKy924pINqa4ld8lkc6DS9kRXBVK7vCU2EQQ3DMMT-GPgBZqreD113Od9jypLN3ir5IXGgTUxpd6QUtZHhJnfeZNINzigSFfGRz1gxkHaaPoW_lIYby7DY/s320/van+johnson.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306263471057220546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeYNmdwNfPtPbjyy-fd4QfWZOwodpnCABUuLNpiPY51n_73WIpHMqSPXmE4f98XW-iKqx-krDKkh9Fe4giKojPlOweh3G5_gMIgjKfkqFakVCGLWmJ7BhSNi5WE5-jtEB-hJ0VtGeuWKk/s320/Charlton_Heston.jpg" border="0" />and Charlton Heston were profiled In Memoriam. She could not get enough of watching Heston in Ben Hur, as Moses, portraying Andrew Jackson, etc. In the 80s Heston was best known as a strident spokesperson for the NRA lwhile I was in D.C. working gun violence prevention but I tried to bite my tongue. This photo is of my mom in her Annie Get Your Gun outfit in the late 20s. Hey, Mom! Whose side are you on? <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306923234182842306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgluU0khb0Gk9gGSlfChdfo88o0isdbY_ReVRcjbqBcVhvkafENZrIClvN-m4o_FPdig2r2YEXCOJYWMEKT5RC7S-Urld1lCxyth4W8hSv9yn45zfSeQLt44t2FWV_MLbCG_DoTz4HIohM/s320/MJWilson+-+gun.jpg" border="0" /> <div><div></div><div>Truly though, watching the Oscars reminded me of my mom's other favorite things.<br /><br />History - her true passion. Thousands of tourists were treated to her trolley-stop tours of our pre-Civil War Greek Revival home, The House of Seven Porches, <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306617373637711362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZaGrQDntmTp3g6rOgZii_bRsRIifvkxOo7_TgM4LxzL2mMnhwcoHwqOE8R-Xs_OjLMQkbCfUDvgegLx1R5Ircm9ob_Sw5qkDJqjf4bhEDx9VasnqaStu6fEF8w9D6pAs4edq6k38Z90w/s320/seven+porches+sign.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306264736892052194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieq3ictiKGiXD-35k2Bm9xlItofu_9lTVmKj1p3HA-lhsEdC3t5uWAEB27pgYlz_1iawyOSozyL2WIwsO5RBF9YpCzUIX5REnLQw94sJoQEnlXwz4rbi2RSvzFbL47R34HrMPshZwc_Ds/s320/House+of+7+porches.jpg" border="0" />filled with a combo of thrift store finds, hand-me-downs and real antiques and spooky stories. Using out-of-the way storage nooks, she created The Little House Under the Stairs and The Hideout - imaginative places for kids of all ages to hang out and keep secrets.<br /><br />Antiques: she didn't get into every antiques store she wanted to because she wanted to go into EVERY antiques store. Now, she can be in any one at anytime and stay as long as she likes.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306594662892357426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeD-aoqeTKo14KRJUAYWvxgUpuLczh1pxPv_J-x1331DZV2cm8s58VkypLmSGk4XT0DXp7a6QY975K3SQlZrwWQdxitRpyIRF7FNgfWW2E5_4H6RXkTdNOBK7dV2-uXQfiryDbU3RpCSU/s320/antiques.jpg" border="0" /> She lived in the perfect town for a history buff - the First Settlement in the Northwest Territory and a stop for the Sternwheeler, the Delta Queen. Such was her and our love affair with the grande dame of the River that we were even in a movie featuring the old boat, called The Wonderful World of Ohio. Academy award worthy, perhaps..but sadly..overlooked.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306617372264631538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLuHcHjvd3xd8BOccCfH6aHBPlYyjjIbdmVTc8VziF1gSp-z3UirzspkJzrHLYcpQuJfJgi2I_HGp-W5J66YqgjkEIAgYhpGr3v39mUH5akogbP8G5Gwqo8jB7IYrRgrlEnQ_I8i_477M/s320/Delta+Queen.jpg" border="0" /> Letters. My mom was a big fan of hand writing letters. Nearly a lost art today of course but Canada Poste brought me a letter today - yes...today of all days - a letter from one of the last great snail-mail writers, my friend Adele in Mississippi.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306586181148572162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNClug-GYCd_9p-BuYllMVLfVwUr-Dx4Bj2LtfOkgcGm_vvQU8FG4OteC5HpxMVy93cUc2TAdG56y-zJhcQuEOVy1CtbNQXDFmFetK9K_OUR-pBqKJdIo1l_iES4eaWR9h6czzqL4Pu0E/s320/adele's+letter.jpg" border="0" /> who wrote: "Your mom said that you should only have your name in the newspaper twice: at birth and death." Odd, eh? Her rule was broken though as she was often in the paper quite a few times for charitable works: Girl Scouts, Welfare League, teaching Park and Rec tennis lessons, etc. Her meaning though is clear...don't seek the limelight or engage in nefarious activities which bring one negative notoriety <span style="font-size:78%;">(Denise: see my use of my given letter?)</span><br /><br /><br />Gifts: She loved saving presents, her motto being, "Why open one when you can save it for later?" Kelsey has NOT inherited this gene and I'm sure she spins a little when he opens his Christmas AND birthday presents on Christmas eve. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306601641948851314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2wtrPNvu5ib-7vx0ClIzlYqyHtQSXRbR6VuDERaTvF1GjUOiBVvpxOXfQ0LtdbKfbn3SkRqSbu08eB-dT6WBcM5-_JU1Da7DbPpdI454wIZusCWHN-r890bCHTW-OEQg59uvhYK950ng/s320/IMG_5633.JPG" border="0" /> He was not struck down this past Christmas even though he was opening it under her watchful eye from the portrait of his grandmother behind him. (Sidenote: this portrait was done of my mom when she was about 6 or 7. .. and if you look closely you can see that the artist painted in the fishing pole's pricetags thinking they were part of the pole.) <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306928149458164290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpm1lb0ZNaepH4EdzbDvfr-B7r73WJnjwSc6ud0Ad6OdPZnhuCdBG8ja-r-kwJcGtWx1GjLvSHdO3dzXQU7-Cyq4hy_llObA8xJ89kEo4E6f48z9nV8488_CA3_4RYWWXK362Nfg_HRoc/s320/mom+photo+portrait.jpg" border="0" />Snow - She proclaimed herself the Snow Witch and probably prayed more ardently for snow days than we did. A giant dumping of fluffy flakes was her preference, but she'd take a "light dusting." Growing up in the mountains of New Mexico and the panhandle of Texas but spending her entire adult life in southeastern Ohio she was usually starved for snow and then there was my dad, who worked 6 days a week at a downtown department store and was known for fervently trying to intercept her prayers with his own fair weather ones because snow meant fewer customers. Now, that the Snow Witch can have all the snow she wants, I'm pretty sure she's taken up permanent residency here with us in the Canadian Rockies. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306266166051659794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieJ776UdIq_8bZ9Vfk2LQPofNMvknnTxqg4Z96YwU9gDBA1R6p-ajl7JlasDjaGIRE1WQUlOym5o6cvqWkjJoqlRccUZsL7lAkGTjM6yD6zplAca5Dk6XuX9oGZL5V4NvUlgvYiMcsh34/s320/darn+chapstick.jpg" border="0" /> Children's Books. Oooh she loved children's literature. High quality writing and beautiful illustrations were requisite. Even though, we didn't buy very many, we got lots of trips to storytime at the library and plenty of read-to time. One highlight was when she took me to see her friend Lee Walp's impressive collection of what seemed like nearly every children's book ever published. Here's one of her faves. She was so proud to get an autographed copy - maybe I still have it somewhere? That and the first edition GiGi Lou who lived in a pumpkin and had many outstanding adventures. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306608708531157842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6KUAR16Qe2q75SlU2blHbtlNnHg5iMsZLumAEn4Iv_ENHeopmHC52jePtr0OPOvnGDlNIxtVajFJOGzW21-OLUVBjwwNJ3afT-_jC9CW1N1JmJm-ByrrUkUy1L8Xcbzytl7HbGjn-1IA/s320/ed+emberley.jpg" border="0" />She passed her bibliophile gene onto me, so the poor grandsons are probably always thinking, "A$nother book?" Except for Cody who thankfully loved his Pirate Book. Attaboy, Cody! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306609135674014690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4pyujVTPv9r2hHPyvfdWFoYpWKj6xj2kM16u_50wWJQe3AJbdmNAQ-JtViSA1FInzOn9aZZqZe4HncVYlIbOWGaK-VgEJzycsIrK1iF6t8AXgHJEDXQ12oXy0r9gmIrd19I-K34CwNRE/s320/IMG_5676.jpg" border="0" />I could go on... but it's past my bedtime. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306263468185740626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWtw8ioRknlMNb2Wasu8yNBUtFMMaEzrqO2-YfMquaVd1rVJsHvyKg8NX5fuz5vGKg8o5vtP4gVjCPg9LFSo2cLiOGDDvQKAuzMIfIjrkXcKvDHBgwrNSE7KwXNSxlLsfNhqu6ucMVIqE/s320/andrew+jackson.jpg" border="0" />P.S. In honor of my history buff mother, $20 to the first person who correctly identifies the gentleman in this painting. </div></div><br /></div>The Kelso-Winter Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249352864575840862noreply@blogger.com8