<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151382020416185700</id><updated>2011-07-28T17:46:49.938-05:00</updated><category term='jury'/><category term='christmas lights'/><title type='text'>La Playa</title><subtitle type='html'>Musings from the beach.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcocoabeachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151382020416185700/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcocoabeachbum.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Curt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141686362418677149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151382020416185700.post-6417695536474609234</id><published>2006-12-29T14:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T14:30:31.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Modern Technology?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder if we really save any time with these wonderful machines. (The computer of course.) For the last four days I have been trying to get on to this page to make an entry. Yesterday I finally got on only to loose four paragraphs of ramblings to cyberspace. Right in the middle of inserting a picture Netscape decided to close down on it's own. I am writing this using Microsoft Internet Exploder....the reason for the change to Netscape years ago was over a similar problem. All these years and still no improvements. Anyway enough ranting, if you are reading this post Exploder let me finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about them Broncos, you know the pro? football team in Denver. For some reason my son Nathan has been an avid fan since he was old enough to root for the team. Monday they have another shot at the playoffs and I will be watching with one eye, it hurts too much to watch with both. However I have another reason to root this week. Nathan's uncle and cousin back in Kansas set all the future leaders (See first post to this blog, Sammy, Sadie, and Devin) Broncos wear and I believe that with this extra edge the mighty Orange Crush may have a chance at victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vRIIK3aPvxo/RZVr4lHJP6I/AAAAAAAAABk/q7ethBOoRE4/s1600-h/IMG_9454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014032379925839778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vRIIK3aPvxo/RZVr4lHJP6I/AAAAAAAAABk/q7ethBOoRE4/s320/IMG_9454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vRIIK3aPvxo/RZVsOlHJP7I/AAAAAAAAABs/sSPfr9bhjIo/s1600-h/IMG_9490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014032757882961842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vRIIK3aPvxo/RZVsOlHJP7I/AAAAAAAAABs/sSPfr9bhjIo/s320/IMG_9490.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vRIIK3aPvxo/RZVselHJP8I/AAAAAAAAAB0/oEOOi4rrvPQ/s1600-h/IMG_9459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014033032760868802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vRIIK3aPvxo/RZVselHJP8I/AAAAAAAAAB0/oEOOi4rrvPQ/s320/IMG_9459.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know about you, but Pawpa thinks this crew will make the Superbowl!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151382020416185700-6417695536474609234?l=lcocoabeachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcocoabeachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/6417695536474609234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5151382020416185700&amp;postID=6417695536474609234' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151382020416185700/posts/default/6417695536474609234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151382020416185700/posts/default/6417695536474609234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcocoabeachbum.blogspot.com/2006/12/modern-technology.html' title='Modern Technology?'/><author><name>Curt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141686362418677149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vRIIK3aPvxo/RZVr4lHJP6I/AAAAAAAAABk/q7ethBOoRE4/s72-c/IMG_9454.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151382020416185700.post-903660475630453480</id><published>2006-12-16T11:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T12:21:31.423-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas lights'/><title type='text'>Neat Things About Being Pawpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vRIIK3aPvxo/RYQpmVHJP3I/AAAAAAAAABI/ji29n4MIaHU/s1600-h/IMG_9438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vRIIK3aPvxo/RYQpmVHJP3I/AAAAAAAAABI/ji29n4MIaHU/s320/IMG_9438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009174424021712754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This being my third post I decided I should clear something up now for any of you scholarly types that have read the first two post  and may be asking yourselves, "Doesn't this guy know the King's English?"  I give you all a resounding "Of course he is and he lives in a wonderful castle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was a very special and fun night. Sam and Sadie came over to spend some time with &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pawpa&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mima&lt;/span&gt; while their parents attended a Christmas party. Sam showed up with his suitcase and favorite &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dvds&lt;/span&gt;, Cars and Little Mermaid. The suitcase was packed for an overnight stay. He stayed over one other time and made it through the night but we were not sure if he would make it this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as he was in the door Little Mermaid came out of the case. Sam jumped up on the couch and waited patiently as &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pawpa&lt;/span&gt; got the movie going. How long has it been since you've had a 2 year old around for much time? I heard someone say 2 year &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; are like dogs on a walk. They walk beside you for a little bit then run over to the first interesting they see, then they bound over to the next item of curiosity. Back and forth then back to your side until something else interesting catches their eye. Well, that is Sam. About 5 minutes into Little Mermaid (Enough that &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pawpa&lt;/span&gt; was settled in and getting into the plot) Sam decided it was time to get out the toy tractors. (An interjection here. Being a &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pawpa&lt;/span&gt; give you the right to watch all those fun kids movies.) Anyway, Sam started playing with the tractors and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Pawpa&lt;/span&gt; tried to divert his attention between Little Mermaid and all the farming that was happening on the coffee table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, after about 3 minutes of tractor time, the Cars &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dvd&lt;/span&gt; case caught Sam's eye and he decided that would be better than Little Mermaid. Now we had a dilemma. You see &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Pawpa&lt;/span&gt; was now really into this Mermaids adventure! Quick adult thinking and child psychology practices were implemented and Sam was diverted back to his tractors... for you guessed it....about 3 minutes. (Another great thing about being &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Pawpa&lt;/span&gt;, you can, if you are on your toes, out think the youngster. A word of caution, you can get miserably out maneuvered if you don't stay on your toes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck, I had not seen Cars yet so maybe we should watch it. (I could, after all, finish Little Mermaid after the puppy was wore out and sleeping!) So Cars was placed in the player and the action began. Wow! the sound on the surround system was unbelievable! Sam made a good choice. The tractors were forgotten as the opening race ensued. Sam sat back down on the couch and watched intently. (&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Pawpa&lt;/span&gt; playing with the volume and testing out his surround sound was pretty intriguing to him as well. This could cause problems back home when viewing movies. That is another great thing about being &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Pawpa&lt;/span&gt;, you just send them home and let mommy deal with it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Mima&lt;/span&gt; thought it would be fun to go out and look at Christmas lights. (Second word of caution. You cannot use psychology on &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Mima&lt;/span&gt; to try and finish the movie. She cheated anyway and had Sam on her side before they ambushed me!) The car seats were loaded up and the voyage began. I was still kinda miffed about stopping in the middle of the movie but after all I could watch the end after Sam and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Mima&lt;/span&gt; were sleeping. (Could turn into a long &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;.) Oh yea Christmas lights. The first shriek out of the back seat brought me back to the task at hand. Looking at Christmas lights. Santa and Frosty lit up in all their glory as big as the house, wow! Little sparkly lights and a train with wheels that looked like they were moving, and nativity scenes, and Rudolph, and candy canes, and &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;multi&lt;/span&gt;-colored lights. I'm telling you, Clark Griswold has nothing on one of our neighbors. (&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Pawpa&lt;/span&gt; went around the block twice so Sam could get a better look at all the detail.) Just when we...er.. when Sam thought we had seen the best display yet another would take the number one spot. (Just so ya know, they didn't have 10' inflatable animated snowmen when Papaw was a boy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the phone call came that Sam's mom and dad were ready to pick up Sadie and go home. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Pawpa&lt;/span&gt; turned the car back toward the house amid protests from Sam to "go back" once again to the house with the inflatable Santa going down the chimney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the house Sam decided he was going to stay the night. He jumped up on the couch and declared he wanted to watch Cars. (See, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Pawpa&lt;/span&gt; is in control. Kinda...&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Mima&lt;/span&gt; thought the high volume surround was a bit too loud to induce Sam into slumber so I had to finish the move at a less than desirable decibel to fully appreciate the system.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam finally closed his eyes and went to sleep and the delightful evening came to a close. Almost... I had to see if Lightning McQueen could win the big race and save the town of Radiator Springs. He did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I will have to have Sam back over soon so he can finish watching Little Mermaid. Oh yea, Sadie went to sleep so early into the Christmas light voyage I am sure she will want to get out at least once more and look for the best display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty neat thing...Being &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Pawpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151382020416185700-903660475630453480?l=lcocoabeachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcocoabeachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/903660475630453480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5151382020416185700&amp;postID=903660475630453480' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151382020416185700/posts/default/903660475630453480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151382020416185700/posts/default/903660475630453480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcocoabeachbum.blogspot.com/2006/12/neat-things-about-being-pawpa.html' title='Neat Things About Being Pawpa'/><author><name>Curt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141686362418677149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vRIIK3aPvxo/RYQpmVHJP3I/AAAAAAAAABI/ji29n4MIaHU/s72-c/IMG_9438.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151382020416185700.post-7724691096213913877</id><published>2006-12-13T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T23:54:22.906-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jury'/><title type='text'>Jury Duty</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Today marked another first in a lifetime experience for the Beachbum.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jury"&gt;Jury&lt;/a&gt; duty.&lt;span style=""&gt;  (Just playing with all the neat tools) &lt;/span&gt;When the notice came in the mail about a month ago I immediatly began think up excuses to get out of my civil obligation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not 0nly could no real reasons for not participating come to my mind, the excuses all sounded pretty lame.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After considering the situation I realized this could be a great learning experience and maybe even fun. So at 8:00 a.m. this morning I cheerfully reported to the county courthouse. Apparently everyone reporting does not report with the same attitude.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was evident by the over cheerful attitude of all the clerks and assistants. More happy greeters than the Micky Mouse House!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Keep the atmosphere light.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;After a light hearted orientation, (and a half hour wait) a list of juror numbers were read off. Mine not included. The first group was lead off to their assigned court room.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Approximately one half hour later my number was among those listed off.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was now 10:00 a.m. We were told we could leave the building for lunch or other personal tasks but were to report back no later than 1:00 p.m.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was still a chance we would be needed. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;At 1:00 I reported back to the jury waiting area...and waited... until 2:00. At that time our numbers were once again called and a nice officer of the courts escorted us to the waiting are of courtroom 3C.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He lined us up in the correct order and politely asked us to wait... are you getting the pattern?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That's right, hurry up and wait.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Now 2:45 p.m.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;still waiting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The doors to the courtroom opened and a two very disgruntled peopled exited....the waiting continued,3:05 pm the doors once again opened and two very happy people exited...more waiting... 3:15 again the doors opened and the officer of the courts ushered us into the court room,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;completly empty except for the judge. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;The judge thanked us for our patience and informed us that we would not be needed today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bummer. All that waiting and we didn't even get to sit in the jury box...Maybe they will summons me next year.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5151382020416185700-7724691096213913877?l=lcocoabeachbum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lcocoabeachbum.blogspot.com/feeds/7724691096213913877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5151382020416185700&amp;postID=7724691096213913877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151382020416185700/posts/default/7724691096213913877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5151382020416185700/posts/default/7724691096213913877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lcocoabeachbum.blogspot.com/2006/12/jury-duty.html' title='Jury Duty'/><author><name>Curt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05141686362418677149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151382020416185700.post-3122161935164746246</id><published>2006-12-12T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T22:54:28.335-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ten minutes ago I didn't even know what a blogger was. Now I are one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the old days if you wanted to show off your grandkids&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vRIIK3aPvxo/RX9kMBYD2OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1ll_vK7DWBw/s1600-h/IMG_0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vRIIK3aPvxo/RX9kMBYD2OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1ll_vK7DWBw/s200/IMG_0045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007831468349839586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you had to tote around a slide projector (oops, telling my age, I skipped over 8mm and VHS!). Now all you need is a digital camera, (just a phone camera will do) to properly bore friends and neighbors and all of cyberspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can blame the Cecil&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vRIIK3aPvxo/RX9vltRBjoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/MSLWc8gYRB8/s1600-h/img097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vRIIK3aPvxo/RX9vltRBjoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/MSLWc8gYRB8/s200/img097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007844004256124546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for this newbie attempt at blogging. I started reading his blogs and decided to give my own a try. Grandchildren provide the perfect filler for those not so inspired moments and every so often what I personally consider an almost profound thought does cross my mind. Hopefully I can remember it long enough to get it posted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me introduce you to our future leaders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vRIIK3aPvxo/RX9obxYD2PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/p537glwLvgg/s1600-h/IMG_0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vRIIK3aPvxo/RX9obxYD2PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/p537glwLvgg/s200/IMG_0022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007836136979290354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is Sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my. He is the oldest of the trio. He likes coming to Papaw's house to play with my toy tractors and feed the fish in the pond. He also delights in playing hide and seek with the cat. She doesn't think the game nearly as fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vRIIK3aPvxo/RX9p-BYD2QI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nxYVHstJZw0/s1600-h/IMG_9413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vRIIK3aPvxo/RX9p-BYD2QI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nxYVHstJZw0/s200/IMG_9413.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007837824901437698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Sadie, Sammy's little sister. Won't be long now till the cat is out numbered. Sadie just wants to have fun. She will laugh and grin at just about anything. She can crawl faster than most adults can run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vRIIK3aPvxo/RX9rHRYD2RI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_6yR5ueRHJo/s1600-h/DSC00224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vRIIK3aPvxo/RX9rHRYD2RI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_6yR5ueRHJo/s200/DSC00224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007839083326855442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is Devin, Sam and Sadie are his cousins. He's brand new, just a little over a week old. His favorite activity is eating and his favorite pastime is sleeping. The cat still likes him. Papaw's wisdom says this will change in the coming months and years. I have to mention that Devin is an extreme Denver Broncos fan. We won't talk about them again till they win a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's enough excitement for one post. 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