<?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-1052069929435827777</id><updated>2012-01-28T16:27:09.396-06:00</updated><category term='syrup'/><category term='make'/><category term='Faire'/><category term='cane'/><category term='peace'/><category term='festival'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='club'/><category term='scrap'/><category term='Craft'/><category term='camping'/><category term='blood'/><category term='koolaid'/><category term='Toyota'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='book'/><category term='Maker'/><category term='car'/><title type='text'>Where Have All The Tweens Gone?</title><subtitle type='html'>First of all let me tell you something, I am a homeschooling atheist vegetarian liberal. This is not a bad thing. Please do not slam me about these issues.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpd4.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1052069929435827777/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpd4.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733345194249365974</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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1052069929435827777.post-2046404594370067118</id><published>2007-11-11T21:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T21:18:30.929-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='syrup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cane'/><title type='text'>Weekend Visit</title><content type='html'>This weekend I went to my grandparents house on Friday, the Texas Heritage Syrup Festival on Saturday, and came home today. The syrup festival was pretty cool, they had a mule, err, squishing, to put it bluntly, sugar cane to make cane syrup, a sawmill, storytelling, etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err, bye now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1052069929435827777-2046404594370067118?l=jpd4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpd4.blogspot.com/feeds/2046404594370067118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1052069929435827777&amp;postID=2046404594370067118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1052069929435827777/posts/default/2046404594370067118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1052069929435827777/posts/default/2046404594370067118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpd4.blogspot.com/2007/11/weekend-visit.html' title='Weekend Visit'/><author><name>Jp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733345194249365974</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1052069929435827777.post-7743842405523755618</id><published>2007-11-03T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T10:44:05.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween!</title><content type='html'>Halloween is/was/has been here! I was a wizard though most people thought I was a witch since my hair was not silver/white like I had wanted, just gray :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TVHnAf8maSE/RyyVX2JQkUI/AAAAAAAAACg/aN2gW5YbGqo/s1600-h/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TVHnAf8maSE/RyyVX2JQkUI/AAAAAAAAACg/aN2gW5YbGqo/s320/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128638312572031298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't have time to write much today so I will post a story that I wrote a while back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note- If you don't play Dungeons &amp;amp; Dragons-Forgotten Realms you can just ignore the names of the places in this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Dane: an Autobiography&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I will not go through my childhood, as that would be 94 years of frolicking in trees and playing with my friends.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I will start off on my 95&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; birthday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My parents had been feeling the calling for a while now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So for my 95&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday they decided to take me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Evermeet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was the worst birthday present I had ever gotten.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had a month to gather our items and leave,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;it’s amazing how many memories I left in that place, the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;High&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Forest&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We boarded a ship, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Clenran&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was a beautiful ship, Elven make, with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Correllon&lt;/span&gt; as the figurehead.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I personally never found any calling to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Correllon&lt;/span&gt;, my faith lies with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Eilistraee&lt;/span&gt;, his daughter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was a hunter, a warrior of the night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I personally was never afraid of the night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some nights I would go speak to the Fey of the forest.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Enough of my memories though, we need to go on to the present.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We sailed out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Waterdeep&lt;/span&gt;, but for some reason we had to make a stop through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Moonshae&lt;/span&gt; Isles.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A stupid idea in my opinion, seeing as there was royalty on board.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As it turned out it was even stupider than I had thought.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As we sailed out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Caer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Corwell&lt;/span&gt; we came upon a band of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Nelanther&lt;/span&gt; pirates.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They looted our ship and took my family for slaves.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When we finally reached the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Nelanther&lt;/span&gt; Isles, our captors forcibly escorted us to the slave house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My father, Lord &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ceyrlon&lt;/span&gt;, who was a diviner, figured out the location of our weapons and armor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And so that night with his magic and my strength, we, along with&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;my mother, broke out of there, broke into our crates, and donned our armor, mine of which was beautifully crafted Elven &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;chainmail&lt;/span&gt; given to me as a gift for my 80&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; birthday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So far no one had noticed us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We found a rowboat that had been pulled up to the shore near the slave house and climbed in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now mother, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;evoker&lt;/span&gt;, cast control water and we were off.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It seems the alarms went off when we were only 20 feet off the shore.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now this, being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Nelanther&lt;/span&gt;, was quite an armored port.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They started firing their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ballistae&lt;/span&gt; at us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My mother cast magic missile at the giant arrows and they exploded one by one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But there was one she missed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It struck her in the chest and she was killed upon impact.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I felt such a gut wrenching loss, as I had never felt before.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Father let out a loud cry and fell sobbing over his love, Lady &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Vrentalica&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I too let out a cry of anguish, but I realized the only way we were going to get out of this alive was to start swimming before the boat was hit again and sank.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I grabbed his arm and told him that we must start swimming now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He looked at me, his tear-stained face brought out the sorrow in me and I started crying.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I told him desperately now, “Father, we must swim for shore, otherwise we will be killed as well.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He said, “Go my son, but I must stay here with your mother.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was crying desperately, “Father you must go with me.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“No son, my place is here.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Father please, “&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;”No son!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At this point he pushed me overboard.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had no choice but to swim for shore.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That swim was the longest of my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I reached shore on a deserted island, I turned back to see if I could find the rowboat only to find that I could not see it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I yelled into oblivion, “No!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why have you forsaken me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Eilistraee&lt;/span&gt;?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All of a sudden, I felt two black arms reached around me in a comforting hug.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Somehow I knew this was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Eilistraee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Oh my lady!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I cried, “Why have you forsaken me?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why has your father forsaken mine?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“My father cannot do everything, “she says, “It was your father’s choice to stay.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Suddenly I noticed search boats coming out and searching for me and my family.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I could hear rough voices in the distance, however I could not understand them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Come, my lord,” she says. “we must go from here.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And then she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;teleported&lt;/span&gt; me into the blackness.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The next morning I awoke high in a beech tree wondering where I was.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All of a sudden, the memories came flowing back, Mother dying, Father drowning, for I believe that must be what happened to him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And suddenly I remember &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Eilistraee&lt;/span&gt; coming to me in the night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At this point the memories became too much for me to bear and I fell out of the tree.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fortunately, I had only been about 10 feet up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And there I lived, eating beechnuts, and whatever other foods I could find on my island.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One day, about a week after my arrival I was climbing up to my driftwood hut in that first beech tree I saw something off in the distance, it was a rowboat, a thought ran though my mind, could it be? As I approached the rowboat I saw what I dreaded, it was my parent’s dead bodies, an arrow though my fathers heart with a layer of dried blood coating the bottom of the boat, carrion flies buzzing around the boat. I screamed and tried to swat the flies. I solemnly buried there bodies there on the beach that day, I kept my fathers sword, it would serve as my last connection to him, it was a magnificent sword, he had won it at a forest games for best sword work. Life lived on in this fashion for another four and a half years. One day, I realized something.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I looked at the marks I had made on the tree, one each day, I realized this was my 100&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; birthday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And of course as all elves know, the 100&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; birthday is when they choose their name.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And for me it was the day I set off.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I built a raft out of driftwood, wove a sail out of palm leaves, and sailed off.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After a week and a day, when my water was running low, I saw land off in the distance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At last!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A forest!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I realized from the maps that I had studied as a child, this was the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Wealdath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Forest&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, and I begin to take stock of what I had.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I knew little about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Wealdath&lt;/span&gt;, but I was finally in a forest, that’s what mattered.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I knew from the maps that I had studied as a child I was probably on the peninsula and therefore there should be a port, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Velen&lt;/span&gt;, nearby.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I began trekking along the shoreline following it northwards, taking with me only my sail for bedding.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once I arrived at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Velen&lt;/span&gt;, two days later, I found an Elven ship sailing to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Candlekeep&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The captain, who was one of my father’s good friends, recognized me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Upon hearing about my parent’s death, he gave me his regards and agreed to take me on for free.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So then we sailed off into the sunset.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All I had was my father’s sword, my armor, and my new name, Lord Dane.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1052069929435827777-7743842405523755618?l=jpd4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpd4.blogspot.com/feeds/7743842405523755618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1052069929435827777&amp;postID=7743842405523755618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1052069929435827777/posts/default/7743842405523755618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1052069929435827777/posts/default/7743842405523755618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpd4.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween!'/><author><name>Jp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733345194249365974</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TVHnAf8maSE/RyyVX2JQkUI/AAAAAAAAACg/aN2gW5YbGqo/s72-c/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1052069929435827777.post-6487443480319299341</id><published>2007-10-23T11:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T11:45:52.938-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make'/><title type='text'>Maker Faire pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a lot of fun, here are some pics.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TVHnAf8maSE/Rx4iuUc236I/AAAAAAAAABQ/3D1lEMFs4CA/s1600-h/zzz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TVHnAf8maSE/Rx4iuUc236I/AAAAAAAAABQ/3D1lEMFs4CA/s200/zzz.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124571605153275810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some ridey thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TVHnAf8maSE/Rx4iuUc237I/AAAAAAAAABY/pLLcLymPfKU/s1600-h/zzzz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TVHnAf8maSE/Rx4iuUc237I/AAAAAAAAABY/pLLcLymPfKU/s200/zzzz.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124571605153275826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Art bike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TVHnAf8maSE/Rx4iukc238I/AAAAAAAAABg/yGRUOFAevd8/s1600-h/zzzzzz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TVHnAf8maSE/Rx4iukc238I/AAAAAAAAABg/yGRUOFAevd8/s200/zzzzzz.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124571609448243138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Cedar Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TVHnAf8maSE/Rx4iukc239I/AAAAAAAAABo/CSF7VbTaw74/s1600-h/zzzzzzz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TVHnAf8maSE/Rx4iukc239I/AAAAAAAAABo/CSF7VbTaw74/s200/zzzzzzz.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124571609448243154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom and the "Yarn Car"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TVHnAf8maSE/Rx4j6Ec23_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/dMWVjSBBfsk/s1600-h/zzzzzzzz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TVHnAf8maSE/Rx4j6Ec23_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/dMWVjSBBfsk/s200/zzzzzzzz.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124572906528366578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Diet Coke and Mentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TVHnAf8maSE/Rx4j6Ec24AI/AAAAAAAAACA/JYidnKpPjNw/s1600-h/zzzzzzzzz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TVHnAf8maSE/Rx4j6Ec24AI/AAAAAAAAACA/JYidnKpPjNw/s200/zzzzzzzzz.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124572906528366594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kids going to get showered in Diet Coke (No, I am not with them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TVHnAf8maSE/Rx4j6Uc24BI/AAAAAAAAACI/RZdpm88q2A0/s1600-h/zzzzzzzzzz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TVHnAf8maSE/Rx4j6Uc24BI/AAAAAAAAACI/RZdpm88q2A0/s200/zzzzzzzzzz.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124572910823333906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fog rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TVHnAf8maSE/Rx4j6Uc24CI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_7h6wpGz62Y/s1600-h/zzzzzzzzzzz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TVHnAf8maSE/Rx4j6Uc24CI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_7h6wpGz62Y/s200/zzzzzzzzzzz.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124572910823333922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More fog rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TVHnAf8maSE/Rx4j6kc24DI/AAAAAAAAACY/MjmCx0H3B0E/s1600-h/zzzzzzzzzzzzz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TVHnAf8maSE/Rx4j6kc24DI/AAAAAAAAACY/MjmCx0H3B0E/s200/zzzzzzzzzzzzz.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124572915118301234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My parents "The Maker" and "The Crafter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1052069929435827777-6487443480319299341?l=jpd4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpd4.blogspot.com/feeds/6487443480319299341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1052069929435827777&amp;postID=6487443480319299341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1052069929435827777/posts/default/6487443480319299341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1052069929435827777/posts/default/6487443480319299341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpd4.blogspot.com/2007/10/maker-faire-pics.html' title='Maker Faire pics'/><author><name>Jp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733345194249365974</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TVHnAf8maSE/Rx4iuUc236I/AAAAAAAAABQ/3D1lEMFs4CA/s72-c/zzz.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1052069929435827777.post-636475813069271401</id><published>2007-10-20T06:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T07:00:07.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To the Maker Faire! (At six fourty-five in the morning)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Today I go to the &lt;a href="http://makerfaire.com"&gt;Maker Faire&lt;/a&gt; in austin. Yay! I am very busy so I can't type much but I do think it will be a lot of fun, I'll blog (with pictures!) about it when I get back on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1052069929435827777-636475813069271401?l=jpd4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpd4.blogspot.com/feeds/636475813069271401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1052069929435827777&amp;postID=636475813069271401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1052069929435827777/posts/default/636475813069271401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1052069929435827777/posts/default/636475813069271401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpd4.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-maker-faire-at-six-fourty-five-in.html' title='To the Maker Faire! (At six fourty-five in the morning)'/><author><name>Jp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733345194249365974</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-1052069929435827777.post-7753138563921883379</id><published>2007-10-13T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T20:30:44.924-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='koolaid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='club'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Brief Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have not blogged in (1...2...3) three days because not much has happened in the past four days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 10&lt;br /&gt;I went to agility with Koolaid on Wednesday, I used sliced up hot-dogs for treats, needless to say, me being a veggie, that I am not crazy about the idea, but I realize that dogs are carnivores and therefore they naturally eat meat (duh). She did very well that night and I think it was the treats that did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 11&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday I went to the audiologist at, like, nine in the morning (which in my opinion is wake-up time) to see about getting me new hearing aids (yet another one of my surprises) since my current ones are 8 years old and about to break down in the middle of the road. After that I went to book club where we discussed &lt;a href="http://www.aprilhenrymysteries.com/AHMSPChapterOne.htm"&gt;Shock Point&lt;/a&gt;, and then we (the book club) went to a park across the street and ate lunch, then I went to a Phys. Ed. "class" we came home for a couple of hours, and then went to the library where I play &lt;a href="http://wizards.com/default.asp?x=dnd/playdnd"&gt;D&amp;amp;D&lt;/a&gt; for two hours.&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 12&lt;br /&gt;Monday is heavy trash pick-up day, so by now there are some piles of junk by peoples driveways. Woo! I found a keyboard (scrap), a typewriter (works), a slide projector (works), a fire poker (ha), a VCR (scrap), a flatbed scanner (scrap), and some faux velvet (yay!). Otherwise an uneventful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TVHnAf8maSE/RxFwzUc235I/AAAAAAAAABI/xEyXL2mqcdU/s1600-h/zzzzz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TVHnAf8maSE/RxFwzUc235I/AAAAAAAAABI/xEyXL2mqcdU/s320/zzzzz.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120998278262349714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                     Me hauling junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;Not much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1052069929435827777-7753138563921883379?l=jpd4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpd4.blogspot.com/feeds/7753138563921883379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1052069929435827777&amp;postID=7753138563921883379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1052069929435827777/posts/default/7753138563921883379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1052069929435827777/posts/default/7753138563921883379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpd4.blogspot.com/2007/10/brief-recap.html' title='Brief Recap'/><author><name>Jp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733345194249365974</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TVHnAf8maSE/RxFwzUc235I/AAAAAAAAABI/xEyXL2mqcdU/s72-c/zzzzz.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1052069929435827777.post-2370434689531901622</id><published>2007-10-09T21:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T21:51:03.334-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='koolaid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Blood, sweat and a free dog obedience class</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What a day *sigh* what a day... First it's a busy day, then car troubles, then this... What is "this" you ask? I go to a dog obedience on Tues nights at Petsmart and we train our dogs to sit, down, stay, etc. (Duh.) Tonight my instructor (not named  here as to preserve his/her reputation) was showing us how to walk (ride) our dogs on a bike. We went out back behind the store through their storage area, and then through a garage-like door (the windy-uppy kind) to the road behind the strip-center, as the garage door came down with a mighty *THWUMP!* the dog (a pit-bull) my instructor was riding with lashed out and bit Koolaid's (my dog) nose and held on for a couple of seconds, Koolaid started screaming (and yes, I would call it a scream), and there was blood, yes! BLOOD! on the ground. He/She (my instructor) ran and got some sort of powder and put it on her nose  to stop the bleeding, everything was fine, but the problem is, had I not been the kind of person I am, that is the kind of behavior can get a dog put down (killed). I do NOT wish this dog any harm and think it was a combination of 1. The loud bang. 2. Their noses were about three inches apart. And 3. This dog was a pit bull, who are bred to be guard dogs. Anyways after the class was over my instructor pulled me aside and gave me a free intermediate obedience (8 week) course (worth $125.000 US), for FREE! All in all this has been a VERY bloggable day (and I just started it yesterday!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1052069929435827777-2370434689531901622?l=jpd4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpd4.blogspot.com/feeds/2370434689531901622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1052069929435827777&amp;postID=2370434689531901622' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1052069929435827777/posts/default/2370434689531901622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1052069929435827777/posts/default/2370434689531901622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpd4.blogspot.com/2007/10/blood-sweat-and-free-dog-obedience.html' title='Blood, sweat and a free dog obedience class'/><author><name>Jp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733345194249365974</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1052069929435827777.post-4256122431102898683</id><published>2007-10-09T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T14:03:42.717-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='koolaid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toyota'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Busier day than I thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My mom got back from her early (8:30) doctor's appointment, came in the house, and said that we might not be going anywhere today. Why? I ask. as it turns out all the alarm lights in her car had gone off about 5 minutes from the house, she called the car dealer and left a message, then she did all she knew how to, ie: checking the oil level and coolant. The oil was an 1/8th quart too high so when the dealer called back she told them that and he said it was fine to drive, but, only to the dealership. We had to leave for the car place 10 minutes after that. We got to the dealership and the guy said (ten minutes later) that indeed the oil had been to high and they had drained some, so, we were ready to go. We started driving to MFAH and, of course, all the warning lights came on 1/2 mile down the road, back to the dealership! We ended up getting a rental car for free so we could make it to lunch on time. it's a nice '07 Toyota Camry and the cool thing is you can turn off the airbag so I can sit up front, this is nice because I have to take my dog to obedeience training tonight, and it's not a hatch-back like the Prius, haaaahaaaa if you can't fix a car then you get a hairy rental car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1052069929435827777-4256122431102898683?l=jpd4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpd4.blogspot.com/feeds/4256122431102898683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1052069929435827777&amp;postID=4256122431102898683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1052069929435827777/posts/default/4256122431102898683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1052069929435827777/posts/default/4256122431102898683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpd4.blogspot.com/2007/10/busier-day-than-i-thought.html' title='Busier day than I thought'/><author><name>Jp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733345194249365974</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-1052069929435827777.post-3611746829228001557</id><published>2007-10-09T08:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T08:37:28.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;For some reason I am up at 8:30 blogging, why? You ask, I don't know, plain and simple, I don't know. Today I leave at 10:00 to go eat lunch in houston (45 minutes away), get to a class at &lt;a href="http://www.mfah.org/main.asp?target=home"&gt;MFAH&lt;/a&gt;, leave around 2:00, get home at three, and the leave for dog obedience at 5:30. Have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1052069929435827777-3611746829228001557?l=jpd4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpd4.blogspot.com/feeds/3611746829228001557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1052069929435827777&amp;postID=3611746829228001557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1052069929435827777/posts/default/3611746829228001557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1052069929435827777/posts/default/3611746829228001557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpd4.blogspot.com/2007/10/busy-day.html' title='Busy day'/><author><name>Jp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733345194249365974</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-1052069929435827777.post-4690047308393570631</id><published>2007-10-08T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T16:48:28.280-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camping'/><title type='text'>Oct. 8th-Camping</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Today we drove home from &lt;a href="http://www.fs.fed.us/r8/texas/recreation/sam_houston/doublelake.shtml"&gt;Double Lake&lt;/a&gt;, I have the privilege  of sitting in the back seat with two black labs (Koolaid and Lucinda) so I get all hairy. On the 2-hour drive I decided to start a blog, so, here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1052069929435827777-4690047308393570631?l=jpd4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jpd4.blogspot.com/feeds/4690047308393570631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1052069929435827777&amp;postID=4690047308393570631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1052069929435827777/posts/default/4690047308393570631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1052069929435827777/posts/default/4690047308393570631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jpd4.blogspot.com/2007/10/oct-8th-camping.html' title='Oct. 8th-Camping'/><author><name>Jp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13733345194249365974</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></feed>
