tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47790305729962188252024-03-05T11:13:25.099-05:00Hillbilly GothicAnn Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.comBlogger236125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779030572996218825.post-32160561158963539932011-10-12T06:10:00.004-04:002011-10-12T06:39:03.137-04:00The End of Words<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeozDiB6IXAl3vjqbcTCbYZdwM0e2jQ2Ps6Wz-p-GLMX-C8QWNrYT6CMdffctRkbNeDyiv_HJOXQSa8F4i4poNVMBwml3iG6G9Po7PMQ3xYI1LSBytmA3jtSsk8v9SXRzWpnAfESVhfDYJ/s1600/facebook-3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeozDiB6IXAl3vjqbcTCbYZdwM0e2jQ2Ps6Wz-p-GLMX-C8QWNrYT6CMdffctRkbNeDyiv_HJOXQSa8F4i4poNVMBwml3iG6G9Po7PMQ3xYI1LSBytmA3jtSsk8v9SXRzWpnAfESVhfDYJ/s320/facebook-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662552909040438130" border="0" /></a>It really should say welcome back...<br /><br /></div>Have you ever heard the saying End of Days? Surely you have, I have felt that way about my true "words" for some time now, like I just got to the end of them and there were no more. It was very much like getting to the end of the rainbow and finding no pot of gold.<br /><br />I thought after "the ordeal" was over that life as I knew it would get back to normal and the words would be there in over abundant stock. This is where I have to tell you that I was wrong, very very wrong. Firstly, and mainly, because "the ordeal" is not over nor will it ever be over in a sense that it no longer has an impact on my life because it was a huge part of my world and it played a role in making me who I am today. For awhile now I have allowed "the ordeal" to almost completely define who I am, even when that is not the case. It has taken me almost 2 years not to be prisoner to "the ordeal" any longer and by breaking the binds that held me for so long now I almost feel as if I was part of some mass covert operation to FREE THE WORDS!!! (Yes I just saw picketers with signs marching around my brain)<br /><br />A beautiful friend once told me "once you get settled mentally there, it will flow just like the tide" she was right. As I walked the beach this past week (and fell victim to my wandering brain and rogue large waves) words started flying at me.. at first they were ARRGGGHH! COLD! WET! IDIOT! but then they calmed down a bit and the frighten shrieks of the hidden voice in my head calmed to a whisper and the words flowed more like the tide and less like a tsunami.<br /><br />So as the words come I will let them flow here where you have the joy (aka excruciating pain) of reading them but if you come by just to look at the pretty pictures you can try here <a href="http://gonecoastalobx.blogspot.com/">Gone Coastal... One Shot at a Time</a>. While there will be a photo on all my posts it is more about the words here and me being me and it is more about the photos there and what I see. I was going to mix the two but lets face it some people just don't care about my words much.<br /><br />On that note.. MUCHO LOVE TO ALL OF YOU who do care about my words and endured the pain of reading every last word today and who have been waiting patiently for me and my words to return to my new normal.Ann Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10313449241572578157noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779030572996218825.post-9127704046919197852011-07-15T06:41:00.004-04:002011-07-15T07:23:56.450-04:00Proof this photographer is an idiot....or maybe proof I do not deserve the title of photographer!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtU3iiDPJfHs1qdM0gtGgS0lRsuTzTmS0DrSQN6cYg0VyQpEArzMOvKrznISUQQcE6vJb-aUbYbTlm7zydhi8QUHcipr2kSMrR1Ym0SQzhQA5QRUOnC11TEqNQcu4lkwACRLrVf1rP6TNC/s1600/IMG00112-20110715-0556.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/AVvXsEgtU3iiDPJfHs1qdM0gtGgS0lRsuTzTmS0DrSQN6cYg0VyQpEArzMOvKrznISUQQcE6vJb-aUbYbTlm7zydhi8QUHcipr2kSMrR1Ym0SQzhQA5QRUOnC11TEqNQcu4lkwACRLrVf1rP6TNC/s320/IMG00112-20110715-0556.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629534609542947442" border="0" /></a><br />Ok so "you ain't gonna believe this shit...." this morning I set my alarm extra early on the first day of my vacation so that I could go capture the sunrise. I am typically an early riser to begin with so not much of a big deal getting the shots most of the time, however, this is a special vacation so there is a chance I will be sleeping until noon the rest of the time. By special vacation I mean the first REAL vacation I have taken in ... well ever... with no children, no parents, no agenda, no plan (unless of course you consider getting up at 5 am to take pictures a plan). The motto for this little trip of mine is "Arrive Thursday, Leave Sunday" which has absolutely nothing to do with the real days of arrival and departure but everything to do with arriving and leaving being the only plan there is and really those are subject to change.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBz5arE7NDMEdaXRf2DCHNvEl9Z2OYz18DeJVy5n0bhEdrIb_dOZHHGgshbxJe1ElZGzrK5vQu9KLtv-SnC-80g-FjKGWmVTWq3kAlCtqK7XX5VXO7ADphq3PvYXdz6th2L9FjL4I2UJ8q/s1600/IMG00103-20110715-0546.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/AVvXsEjBz5arE7NDMEdaXRf2DCHNvEl9Z2OYz18DeJVy5n0bhEdrIb_dOZHHGgshbxJe1ElZGzrK5vQu9KLtv-SnC-80g-FjKGWmVTWq3kAlCtqK7XX5VXO7ADphq3PvYXdz6th2L9FjL4I2UJ8q/s320/IMG00103-20110715-0546.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629534598854025650" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQMU9k8xBHe9Uk71U08e7WwoBijzGOpfhPKjzPsY7bV4QMoiwy4FdHCxrAFLQRHJD2-YhvgQgqx9c9MaEeFwgwJbdsdp_dYYfG8z7QW-rcUv3Sp6nQe78rHCil06pV6ABWrRpVE7hac4GY/s1600/IMG00106-20110715-0548.jpg"><br /></a><br />The alarm clock goes off this morning, which is the sound of waves now thanks to CBWs alarm clock and my inventive mind to record it to my phone. You, however, would not believe how confusing it is to someone on the ocean that can hear waves outside the window to all of a sudden hear waves in side the window, I am considering changing it for the duration of my stay to something more suitable, like nothing. I am up and grab my camera off the table and my phone because I do enjoy sending Good Morning photos via text sometimes and out the door I go!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHlDqiO-2hTsO_CGQphBhlR-GHH5Xsjnvz3lj3KqHpnqr-0-07rqVBfNWQsHFq7Xq5rUfLk9PUaclnkXTdR1nyZtWn-ahvcJRppBiI_-Bv2boaAKvqF2IQ-cfN9GqFqXiaYHroA9gx64D5/s1600/IMG00113-20110715-0557.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/AVvXsEgHlDqiO-2hTsO_CGQphBhlR-GHH5Xsjnvz3lj3KqHpnqr-0-07rqVBfNWQsHFq7Xq5rUfLk9PUaclnkXTdR1nyZtWn-ahvcJRppBiI_-Bv2boaAKvqF2IQ-cfN9GqFqXiaYHroA9gx64D5/s320/IMG00113-20110715-0557.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629534611742523458" border="0" /></a><br />The sky is beautiful, pinks and oranges glowing, as I make my way closer to the beach the waves get louder and I am full of anticipation of that first look over the dunes, that first perfect shot. Apparently I have more anticipation than I do common sense because as I lifted the camera to take that last shot right before you crest the dune my camera reads.. E. E FOR ERROR! WTH??????<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirszCZG8DOKJlFQcpVhQp0dTtGIpBdjCKu3JC295DU1bGZ739f66zSOvIeRF4b_OGMUVG_NWLP2NFhHx-S2TaZguupYrMx8g8IjoggXqnSXo1MfQgU775jT3htrvL6oc-GehDA-cFhhHqw/s1600/IMG00114-20110715-0558.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/AVvXsEirszCZG8DOKJlFQcpVhQp0dTtGIpBdjCKu3JC295DU1bGZ739f66zSOvIeRF4b_OGMUVG_NWLP2NFhHx-S2TaZguupYrMx8g8IjoggXqnSXo1MfQgU775jT3htrvL6oc-GehDA-cFhhHqw/s320/IMG00114-20110715-0558.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629534617366362498" border="0" /></a><br />You ain't gonna believe this shit but I left the damn memory card in my computer!!!!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQfkUV2VexNxD31Z-VlGWayWJ8HH1lF3_AJGnyULjEnw-wYuRbkvulPhJcta5CQtOC3R-Bpf7oViBolpu_ysQ71RCCgq1VqPTWqfMyozMJaKE-4ClEBgaJlx9KhPzakHnIC3UNcGyo3dee/s1600/IMG01370-20110715-0611.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/AVvXsEgQfkUV2VexNxD31Z-VlGWayWJ8HH1lF3_AJGnyULjEnw-wYuRbkvulPhJcta5CQtOC3R-Bpf7oViBolpu_ysQ71RCCgq1VqPTWqfMyozMJaKE-4ClEBgaJlx9KhPzakHnIC3UNcGyo3dee/s320/IMG01370-20110715-0611.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629535908886879650" border="0" /></a><br />I do not deserve the title of photographer.Ann Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10313449241572578157noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779030572996218825.post-5220232216385736442011-07-14T06:49:00.004-04:002011-07-14T09:18:05.160-04:00Much to my complete and utter..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3PauRAn7S2fAj_2qzHzTVb3QY-gknHaHLDNsVp61hUfMVdiKBiBn9aO_wT4Vz0bktJBqBosM-5mJn4CTBvlrVGuz-uJ_mnWHCm2ATk_PVDxMbBqzVmOO2Y20IEf3KrVFRd0viRuhsPnsV/s1600/Sunrise+714.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3PauRAn7S2fAj_2qzHzTVb3QY-gknHaHLDNsVp61hUfMVdiKBiBn9aO_wT4Vz0bktJBqBosM-5mJn4CTBvlrVGuz-uJ_mnWHCm2ATk_PVDxMbBqzVmOO2Y20IEf3KrVFRd0viRuhsPnsV/s320/Sunrise+714.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629184822942433714" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqhrqYxBJKD6Y-OJ-MAVQs-4DcVGdSFl-ZwvL2t1QqDR1u0FWf-9Fnvz-AzhR1g-kzxKtVQIQckLHd416osJMAt-ofGcY6hpXFTT6j0qIY342mse4tJKldDcqD_wr8VOxQUdSsWDATs-56/s1600/tractor.jpg"><br /></a><br />(or is it udder?) dismay the very first "You ain't going to believe this shit... " story is UNBLOGGABLE! The madness that ensued last night is beyond words actually, however, it would probably make a good in person story, sorta like the Madd Dogg 20/20 story but different. If you need to understand how completely unbloggable the story is, please see the title of this post and the fact that I am not sure which to use, "udder" or "utter".<br /><br />My trip down was pretty unevent..... WAIT! STOP THE PRESSES! I do have an "You ain't going to believe this shit..." story I can throw at you.<br /><br />You ain't going to believe this shit but, in my travels yesterday there was involvement of cheap clothes, wine, a hula hoop purchase, and a pit stop to take tractor pictures and that isn't even the cool part! I was more than what you would call excited about arriving at my destination and spending much needed Sisper time, well, with my Sisper. My mind was on the prize HOME TO MY SISPER, ok ok, my sisper and an ice cold Smirrinoff but that is beside the point.<br /><br />I was flying down 168 <strike>on my broom</strike> in the Acura and making some really good time when upon the <strike>Washington</strike> Wright Memorial Bridge I do descend. The sky was beautiful with an amazing sunset that I could not stop and capture due to being on the bridge but that, again, is beside the point... thump thump thump over the bridge I go (you know that sound your car makes on a bridge right?) then up the big hill on the bridge and WAM!!!! there they are.. HUNDREDS... THOUSANDS... BUNCHES.. of bats flying out from under the bridge! BATS! Have I mentioned I LOVE BATS!!!!!!<br /><br />I didn't hit any bats because bats aren't something you easily hit. I did, however, want bring the <strike>broom</strike> Acura to a screeching halt right there and get a shot or 346 of the bats with this amazing sunset! I glanced behind me and it just wasn't going to happen. sigh.<br /><br />Ok so not the best "You ain't going to believe this shit..." story but it is going to have to do!<br /><br />So today you are stuck with an OBX sunrise and a tractor.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqhrqYxBJKD6Y-OJ-MAVQs-4DcVGdSFl-ZwvL2t1QqDR1u0FWf-9Fnvz-AzhR1g-kzxKtVQIQckLHd416osJMAt-ofGcY6hpXFTT6j0qIY342mse4tJKldDcqD_wr8VOxQUdSsWDATs-56/s1600/tractor.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqhrqYxBJKD6Y-OJ-MAVQs-4DcVGdSFl-ZwvL2t1QqDR1u0FWf-9Fnvz-AzhR1g-kzxKtVQIQckLHd416osJMAt-ofGcY6hpXFTT6j0qIY342mse4tJKldDcqD_wr8VOxQUdSsWDATs-56/s320/tractor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629184830856950610" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Update: Here is another photo of last nights happenings that was found after the original blog post.. does this say anything????<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf4bLpuHK4Xvmf06XziNOFi0UB_e27Kn4bgkRQW6QAAigZK4dPibrQVCOx-jF1y055qLHdge7I87B4DpONPyum1-jy-4Vamb4DBxFM7GoYJyCxX2uQHscz-ZI5i2pPsBuXvnDqdClPfzP7/s1600/dollars.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf4bLpuHK4Xvmf06XziNOFi0UB_e27Kn4bgkRQW6QAAigZK4dPibrQVCOx-jF1y055qLHdge7I87B4DpONPyum1-jy-4Vamb4DBxFM7GoYJyCxX2uQHscz-ZI5i2pPsBuXvnDqdClPfzP7/s320/dollars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629196529198417602" border="0" /></a>Ann Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10313449241572578157noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779030572996218825.post-7737429695546748102011-07-13T07:05:00.002-04:002011-07-13T07:08:43.846-04:00Cleaning...Varrrrruuummmmmmmm (running vacuum)<br />Swish swish swish swish (sweeping)<br />Poff poff poff (dusting)<br />Squee squee squee (mopping)<br /><br />Ok that should about do it... all cleaned out and off, ready for a fun filled stay in OBX. Photos and stories to ensue shortly with many a post probably starting with: "You ain't gonna believe this shit...."Ann Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10313449241572578157noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779030572996218825.post-85805906431451744932011-02-23T07:11:00.006-05:002011-02-23T08:00:43.712-05:00Self Portrait Project<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAUZW7xd4B57PohQjtp2ewmej2TIS5tHBD8v9XAoTORbJTJWK7rsFhzZMbZwD1zSYe3KLqOJ5gsM_G365a-QkEuPXjECR87fYO9f2-XTlngklLoajaqutyt_ZCLe91_2BgTEuPoykgrrHP/s1600/saNa.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAUZW7xd4B57PohQjtp2ewmej2TIS5tHBD8v9XAoTORbJTJWK7rsFhzZMbZwD1zSYe3KLqOJ5gsM_G365a-QkEuPXjECR87fYO9f2-XTlngklLoajaqutyt_ZCLe91_2BgTEuPoykgrrHP/s320/saNa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576867682464291970" border="0" /></a><br />I know that some of you saw these on Facebook and wondered what in the world is all that about.. well I am here on the blog to tell you, not that it was any big secret because I think most women have this issue but I hate the way I look in photos. (ok that is a fib I just typically hate the way I look in general but for the sake of keeping this short we will just say in photos ok??)<br /><br />I have been working on trying to stay in a more positive mind set recently (four days really but who's counting) and while it is hard work I am determined to see this through and wake up in the morning with a positive thought and go to sleep with a positive thought, and have the other thoughts in between positive as well. I am sure I will miss the "I am going to spork your eyeball out if you don't shut up!" thoughts from time to time but for right now I am packing them in a trunk and moving on to warm puppies and rainbows.<br /><br />So here is where the project came in, I realized that one of the things I am most negative about is ME. I actually had THREE people in two days ask me why I was so hard on myself. I didn't even realize I had been that negative about my thoughts of myself, but apparently I have been, according to Facebook. I couldn't think of anything specific I had said and while I asked them to point it out they really couldn't find a post (I mean there are thousands ya know) but I figured with three separate people saying it, that were not connected, there must be some truth in it.<br /><br />On Monday I was feeling a bit more like the old me than has been the norm for months so I hopped in my car and went to Haven Beach to take some photos of <strike>ghosts</strike> whatever caught my eye, when nothing seemed quite right for photo taking, I did the unthinkable, I turned the camera around backwards and took nothing but photos of me. I called it the "Self Portrait Project" for lack of a better title and decided I was going to process them and post some on Facebook regardless of how I felt about them. The longer they have stayed up the better I have felt, not because of the comments (which were great by the way) but just because I was seeing me in a bit of a different like (aside from the fact that I have realized I have freaky ass blue eyes that I never noticed until I removed all color except from my eyes in a photo) but I feel like that little project in it self has helped me, I can't promise I won't run from a camera pointed at me anymore but I am going to try to be a little less camera shy and not so critical of myself.<br /><br />The way I figure it, in order for other people to love me the way I want and need them too, I need to also, it is not fair to ask them to do something I don't really do myself. Ya know?<br /><br />Anyway without further ado, the photos.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgd6pEpco_pr_H-ETVavGYx10dyUzqnAE-lR9HIGtGuMz71eslsSYQqjTfQroWnJ9SUtwN3Zg3f0sK_Mk5k9HCxWlXxRltjNnq6xX59T54vUkxIRXVazrY1jGrVq2E-jdOjUD41i1gclcp/s1600/edit+5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgd6pEpco_pr_H-ETVavGYx10dyUzqnAE-lR9HIGtGuMz71eslsSYQqjTfQroWnJ9SUtwN3Zg3f0sK_Mk5k9HCxWlXxRltjNnq6xX59T54vUkxIRXVazrY1jGrVq2E-jdOjUD41i1gclcp/s320/edit+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576866696237874322" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzVBkFm3sG8ftLuE3tvfmcehsfltFDtxsyUOLr6-yHslAaknJd27q4p0zYbiE8uC5m1oSJ54O1cQXAFKkye0I-cmopCxFek48-zH7-qtEOQ2is9rHXiNPtH_5qlg-i6XjOdeO2ZmVUjMqt/s1600/edit+4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBt8OTYnxbYKLyoQWQo0tD8Nt6ryXHyEMvmx8TbtODW4el0IwVgiZ4lfvvvfZDAOH1Rp3Oxc7rICVwaJkr-6nqJ-1sBjPzbtTNtiHlcUkpoY8_qMgMtDeWLjja-G0w7gvXBntMhQlVqP__/s320/edit+12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576867677747008002" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIyC2MDChg5I3VHrNZHHtQT_5-VolA3x242L2tLIh3RTqKc7KKsbZpK2qCKrBLwY6ISIL5TJW5frTOYWatCfeDDGobtsJOQFu6-pADTI13EDwEUjckSjZclvfTiyMX3plOZI6iZoltPJGd/s1600/edit+11.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIyC2MDChg5I3VHrNZHHtQT_5-VolA3x242L2tLIh3RTqKc7KKsbZpK2qCKrBLwY6ISIL5TJW5frTOYWatCfeDDGobtsJOQFu6-pADTI13EDwEUjckSjZclvfTiyMX3plOZI6iZoltPJGd/s320/edit+11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576867670396784898" border="0" /></a>Ann Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10313449241572578157noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779030572996218825.post-85764830907893964402011-02-18T06:53:00.006-05:002011-02-18T08:05:53.773-05:00Weird things just happen to us...First let me back track and say that a certain sweet young lady contacted me directly yesterday about where my blog had been. I had to explain that it fell into the large dark hole I like to call life and that I just did not emotionally have it in me to write squat. Unfortunately at a very young age she already knew what I was saying and understood completely, however, it sparked something in me and I thought to myself "Really?? Why is it when you blog you focus on the yucky? Why when you write does it come out depressing? There are still amazing things happening around you all the time yet you tend to focus on the tragedy that has been the last year." I answered myself because that is what I do.. I said.. "I dunno." Yes I still wonder daily why that is my children's only answer to anything, knowing full well they get that from me.<br /><br />So here I am again, asking your forgiveness for a too long break, for not being able to oversee... wait a damn minute this is my damn blog .. if you don't like the fact I took another long break click the X!<br /><br />So right around the time that the conversation surrounding my blog was going on something happened.. I got an email from <a href="http://lifeinmathews.blogspot.com/">CBW</a> who I have a bizarre connection with that none of the adults in our lives (I say adults because they were adults when we were born) will neither confirm nor deny is biological. I always find emails from her an extra special treat but in this one she actually asked me to work. (Like I really need something else to do besides wallow in my own stinky self pity).<br /><br />The email started like this..<br />Hey stupid get out of that pool of pity and do something for me... Ok Ok no it really didn't but it probably should have.<br /><br />The email actually said..<br />"Hey help me out here will ya?" in so many words :)<br /><br />So I scanned down the email which was from a lovely yet slightly confused gentleman in Seattle named Mark. It was a long email and I was in the middle of wallowing so I just skimmed it at first I picked out words like Mathews, brothers, Hudgins, photo, lighthouse, trash, Guniea, and fish. I figured by those that some how this dude was connected to Mathews in some way and had a photo of Hudgins brothers that he took on top of the lighthouse as they were collecting trash that the fish from Guinea left there.<br /><br />What?? I said I was busy when I was reading it. I figured I would take a glance at the photo and then archive it for when my Daddy was close by (that is <a href="http://lifeinmathews.blogspot.com/">CBWs </a>boyfriend by the way) and ask who the dudes were. I scrolled down the email and glanced at the thumbnail and my heart skipped a beat.. then another.. and as I opened the photo to full size I let out an audible *GASP*. This wasn't any old ordinary set of "Hudgins" brothers I was looking at!<br /><br />I immediately let my fingers fly over the keyboard with a reply back to CBW which in turned stopped her heart for a beat or two or 50 cause it took me that long to actually call her after getting the email that said..<br />ARE YOU F'ING (insert whole word here) KIDDING ME??? IS THIS IS SOME KIND OF JOKE??? WHERE CAN I CALL YOU???<br />Yes that is exactly what the email said.. to the letter and looking back on it, it does read more like I am going to choke her out of anger than it was simply shock but shock it was. So I finally call the poor trembling CBW and screamed into the phone IS THIS A JOKE??? I think she squeaked I am not all together sure at that point cause I just kept rambling on.<br /><br />Below is the photo that was attached to that email and I won't go into the rest of the conversation with CBW because it was slightly uneventful after that build up (it was filled with lots of NOO! NOOO! REALLY?? NO!!! WOW's) but let me just end by saying that she hung up with relief and her heart beating again.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEianYwdEwVZLwR-QyHRD9ZhqRiTyiveJfdzteYy5JgcWEp5TJpBwK3G9GhiqfAeTVJt60taVaGI7bZjgWhgqysbWIvAzs1m5h9r2l1MNpvzKbMqoGoPLSYcBHKivcwgEvvfvJHsWHuVERAQ/s1600/hudginbrothers.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEianYwdEwVZLwR-QyHRD9ZhqRiTyiveJfdzteYy5JgcWEp5TJpBwK3G9GhiqfAeTVJt60taVaGI7bZjgWhgqysbWIvAzs1m5h9r2l1MNpvzKbMqoGoPLSYcBHKivcwgEvvfvJHsWHuVERAQ/s400/hudginbrothers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575006332402291730" border="0" /></a><br />I am going to include most of my email back to Seattle Mark so you have full understand of why the shock and why I called him a little confused and why I keep referring to the men as "Hudgins" in quotes like that is a bad thing (it isn't.. he was just wrong).<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Anyway Janice looking for a little help forwarded me the photo of the "Hudgins" brothers for help in identity. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">First let me say.. Last name isn't Hudgins.. it was Burroughs and while my name is now Ann Marie Haywood it WAS Ann Marie Burroughs. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">That photo was taken on Davis Creek in Bavon (or Motorun depending how old the map is) at Morris Snows Dock (his boat was the Linda Carol) the boat in the photo is more than likely the Virginia considering the amount of junk in her. The house in the background now belongs too Bill Battle and he has bees.. lots of bees.. he is the local honey man. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The very handsome gentleman to your right there.. I called Pop until the day he died on July 5th 2005, my daddy called him Daddy, his given name was Lemual Winn Burroughs (which was recycled by my great grandparents as they had another son who died at a young age with the same name) but everyone called him Snooks. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The other handsome friendly looking fella is my Uncle Bill, he was Pop's brother and technically my great uncle but calling someone Great Uncle around these parts just is not done. So he was uncle Bill. I still have the silver quarters he and another brother (Bubba Duck don't ask... I couldn't tell ya) gave me as a child on that very dock. When I would go down to help sort the fish pay was a drink from the drink machine.. the old kind where you pulled the bottle straight out and it had the bottle top opener on it, you were given 2 quarters one silver one regular one for the machine one to take home. Good thing they had the key to that little box cause more than once a mix up happened. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">So there ya have it.. Burroughs Brothers not Hudgins and they were pound net fisherman.. along with my Great Granfather Henry Owens (not Pops daddy.. my grandmothers) </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">They ran Burroughs Brothers Seafood.</span><br /><br />And now you all know why I cussed and scared poor CBW to with in an inch of her life and that I ramble on in email as badly as I do my blog and that yesterday while getting a shock I got a very special secret treasure!!!!<br /><br />Happy Friday!!<br />ReAnn Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779030572996218825.post-41490775884833753822011-01-19T06:46:00.002-05:002011-01-19T07:08:29.519-05:00Hey there Ho there...noooooo NOT me. Jeesh.. It is just a saying people.<br /><br />So I have a question for you guys, just because I am at a stumbling block right now with this. "Are words ever meant to be trusted or does action have to take place prior to belief?"<br /><br />I ask you this because over the past couple of years I have heard words repeated to me over and over in the forms of "It won't happen again." or "I am truly sorry" or "I love you" and there was no actions taken to show me that any of those words were true and that has left me with what appears to be the inability to trust or believe the words of anyone. What's that saying about one bad apple again?<br /><br />You may walk up to me and say something as simple as "Your hair looks nice today." and I will spend the next hour in the bathroom trying to figure out what is wrong with it. Maybe you said "You are really funny" and my brain hears "Will you please just shut up you are making my ears bleed, you couldn't make a hyena laugh!" and lets not forget the "You are pretty." thing because quite honestly that is supposed to be followed up sometime shortly with "You are the nastiest thing around I don't know why you are alive." I suppose my biggest place of untrust (it isn't mistrust I haven't trusted to mis it yet LOL) is when people say "I will be here for you" I THOUGHT that was what "til death do us part" meant too, trust me when I say that isn't necessarily the case if you can manage to escape.<br /><br />I hope that one day I can trust in words again, words are a beautiful thing, in the form of a book, a poem, a song, a story, a speech, and a simple 3 word phrase (not to mention blogs). Trust is something I always had when it came to words I believed in the passion and love and knowledge behind them, now I have had to face to darkness, the hatred, and the abuse behind them and much like a large rabid dog would rip apart a sweet fragile dove, my fragile belief in words has been shattered.<br /><br />Some of you are probably reading this thinking to yourself well isn't she just a bitch for not believing I am here after all this time, after every time I told her to call, after every time I told her that I would always be here. I just want to say to you all I truly truly apologize, this is NOT the way I wanted to feel this is the road that life has taken me down at the moment and I am sure that there has to be a path to the road of trust again but at this moment I have not found it.<br /><br />I at least pray there is a path back to trust because I really do not enjoy being this way, until then, I suppose I should be from the "Show Me State" or maybe "Eastern State" who's to say.Ann Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779030572996218825.post-22897614984894387322011-01-12T07:41:00.003-05:002011-01-12T08:24:18.400-05:00Welcome to hell where it all starts to come out...Today is Wednesday which is another day closer to Friday which is another day closer a three day weekend which is 3 days I can actually sleep in but probably won't because by then my insomnia will be back and I will be wide awake at 4 am.<br /><br />Most of you know I have moved, as in physically away from the little township I called "home" for more years of my life than I can remember. Bavon for me was where I felt I belonged where I felt I could breath, where I felt I could be me. I think part of that feeling had to do with being close to the water. I have always been close to the water when I lived here in Virginia within walking distance and for the last 5 years spitting distance. (yes I measure things in spitting distance sometimes.. doesn't everyone) Today I am much farther than spitting distance and walking would just prove to be a burden, because the closest water to me is flanked by private property and I am not sure the current owners would even begin to understand my draw.<br /><br />I can always get in my car and drive to the beach or the water but some how that feeling is just not the same. Not being able to look out from my office window and see a tiny sliver of water is disheartening to me. I know it sounds like a tiny little thing in life but to me it is just much bigger. The water is yet one more thing that has been ripped away from me by no fault of my own, unless you consider love a fault. Which these days I consider it a curse so I can see how someone may feel it is a fault.<br /><br />Someone close to me told me that through this process of grieving I would feel many feelings but the three main phases I will shift through as this process goes on are; sadness, anger and just plain "I don't give a damns". For the first week or more it was complete sadness, I thought over and over that I would never get to anger or the "I don't give a damns" but I am here to tell you they come, even when you think they won't. You could be sitting there minding your own business yakking away on Facebook making a fool of yourself and all of a sudden you are so angry that the only thing that you see is red. Over nothing... someone could have just posted how pleased they were that their spouse changed their drawers (by drawers I mean underwear people) and you could be so angry that you just want to tell them and their clean drawers clad spouse to take a flying leap. I don't think this anger has anything to do with the fact that someone has changed their skivves, but the fact that the other someone has someone in their life that they can be proud of. It has been too many days since I was able to say I was proud of my spouse.<br /><br />I am sure this is just the beginning of a long twisty turny road on the way to happiness but the truth of the matter is it is happening. It is happening to me. It is not something I can actually hide as I am a typically in your face kind of person and while I do in a sense hide behind laughter and jokes the rest of this is right here at the surface all waiting to spill out. Just this week I received a text asking me why I had posted on Facebook that I had moved. At first I didn't really recall posting that specifically but I may have, then I was asked why I would put something so personal about THEM out there for the world to see. "Excuse me.. about YOU.. ABOUT YOU?? You are kidding me right... so this is still all about you.<br /><br />I was the one that had to leave my home, I was the one that had to explain to the people closest to me the truth, I was the one that wakes up at night to traffic not frogs (not that I like frogs mind you but I dislike traffic more), I am the one that daily finds something I wish I had with me, from something as big as my baby dog (which by the way I wish you would stop using as a pawn) to as little as my cutting board because it is red and cute. Yet some how, you feel you are the victim in this scenario and I have no right to talk about how I feel, where I am or better yet WHY I am where I am. Guess what buddy.. I woke up angry so SCREW YOU."<br /><br />Today I came back here, to this blog after posting yesterday for the first time in months wondering if I existed.. wondering if my thoughts were still alive.. wondering if my life needed telling.. I have mulled that over since and I have decided there may be many things I may lose in the situation as it stands today, my water, my home, my dog, even my cute little red cutting board but the most important thing I won't allow him to take is ME, and part of me is this part of my life and I won't apologize for that to anyone.<br /><br />So for now.. I am back.<br />ReAnn Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779030572996218825.post-49822398103759212962011-01-11T07:20:00.002-05:002011-01-11T07:22:33.575-05:00Do I even exist?I am trying to figure out if I even exist here anymore.<br />I used to have this funny little witty side to me..<br />I have lost that.<br /><br />I need to find that in order to keep this blog alive cause really who wants to read about sadness, upheaval, chaos, and drama all day every day.. hell I don't even want to write about it.<br /><br />Miss you all much.<br />ReAnn Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779030572996218825.post-50279187315882510012010-10-27T14:31:00.002-04:002010-10-27T14:34:27.342-04:00With RegretTechnically it was with mockery but whatever, I have written my obituary. I am hoping that between now and then it will be filled in with yet more fun facts but for now here we go.<br /><br />Please feel free to send me any edits you would like made, I will approve or reject and squeeze them in when I can make time over the next 60 plus years.<br /><br />With deepest regrets this obituary is running to inform you that Ann Marie Burroughs Haywood has perished.<br />Re died unexpectedly late last evening while entertaining a guest that should probably remain nameless.<br />While Re lived a long life of 90 plus years (none of us are supposed to know she is really 103) she still was spry enough to seduce the youngest of men, and did so frequently in her home in the Outer Banks of North Carolina and her summer cottage in Italy.<br />She leaves behind 3 children, two sons, Drake (76) who is still going strong in the competitive video game circuit while donning black hair and Dustin (81) who is made millions creating video games that only his brother Drake can beat and a daughter Deanna (79) who still wonders daily if this bizarre creature was really her mother. Also in her wake she has left a trail of men who may never get over her untimely departure from this life, one Sisper who is still laughing at the fact Re predeceased her and <span jsid="text"><span class="text_exposed_show">her OPM who loved Re unconditionally but who did not share with her the survival juice so she could make it to .. well let's just say older, so now OPM will be haunted for eternity. </span></span><br />Re will be met in the afterlife by her loving father, Henry Burroughs, her fake mother (who is still rolling over in her grave) Ruth Ann Hutson, her real mother who shall remain nameless as well to protect the not so innocent, a beautiful half sister who helped Re figure out the mystery of her parentage, her sweet angel Dustin Stilwell, and countless envious friends and relatives.<br />Please plan to attend the HomeGoing Party to be hosted by Ms Haywood's Sisper Phyllis Marsh at her Estate in Mathews County "Firefly Manor".<br />In lieu of flowers please plan to bring booze.Ann Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779030572996218825.post-69140095607621471942010-10-12T07:42:00.004-04:002010-10-12T08:04:34.492-04:00Soulmate<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJe1XNLJyGqcmJhfIbQM7jEe1T8XKzdU8p79M-Okkk-3Waakjfu5jMV7cu5ZpSn_sk8bfTbVrL8LMs0sqTxmi1c3K76IFgv_QBfT2EjjMepyUUT1OCGquVw5cKJWGmOgxmMWc-E6H6yLHe/s1600/3205_1135026818922_1324883995_346582_5044980_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJe1XNLJyGqcmJhfIbQM7jEe1T8XKzdU8p79M-Okkk-3Waakjfu5jMV7cu5ZpSn_sk8bfTbVrL8LMs0sqTxmi1c3K76IFgv_QBfT2EjjMepyUUT1OCGquVw5cKJWGmOgxmMWc-E6H6yLHe/s400/3205_1135026818922_1324883995_346582_5044980_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527125817944519570" border="0" /></a>This post is brought to you by the letter W for Wine (probably too much of it) and the number 4 for how many too much.<br /><br />Do you have a soulmate? What are your actual thoughts on what a soulmate is?<br /><br />Is it someone who is in your life for a long extended period?<br />Is it someone who no matter how long or short they were in your life just had a profound impact on your life?<br />Is it someone who you are in love with and fall into a marital type relationship?<br />Is it someone who through life and death you still have a connection to?<br />Does your soulmate have to be of the opposite sex?<br /><br />This is for you people out there that I see reading who don't always comment too.. I see you so leave a comment let me know you what you think.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">In loving memory of Pansy Boy.<br />1964-2009<br /></div>Ann Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779030572996218825.post-78289552072797061732010-10-09T00:01:00.001-04:002010-10-09T00:01:02.197-04:00Happy 70th Birthday John.Thank you for continuing to touch the lives of people 30 years later.<br /><br /><br /><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wLlwO7178Vs?fs=1&hl=en_US&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wLlwO7178Vs?fs=1&hl=en_US&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"></embed></object>Ann Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779030572996218825.post-55200045251631564842010-10-08T08:40:00.002-04:002010-10-08T08:42:29.763-04:00Mathews County BlogSo apparently in order to have a blog come up under any search for Mathews County Blogs you must have a Blog post with Mathews County in the title. Even if that blog post is about a pot bust it comes up in a google search, me I don't get so much as a blip on the radar screen of google.<br /><br />Let's see if this helps change that.<br /><br />If you landed here by searching for Mathews County well.. enjoy the rest of the blog this is just a book mark!<br /><br />ReAnn Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779030572996218825.post-10726379286054062702010-10-08T06:05:00.007-04:002010-10-08T07:16:16.291-04:00Adventures with kitties...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEApDm1c5zWY7ktka-xPGKWdPZ5DVUY-xOjUrP1Dyn3ZgTl3YScAr6erXEmshdR8KvXvcvolL53edqV-APVKge7QWOFr89rcxLBHuTowDDckQJsRdWIqWtPrMfbB0-bEeSP4h1TA1pFiwc/s1600/DSC_0385.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEApDm1c5zWY7ktka-xPGKWdPZ5DVUY-xOjUrP1Dyn3ZgTl3YScAr6erXEmshdR8KvXvcvolL53edqV-APVKge7QWOFr89rcxLBHuTowDDckQJsRdWIqWtPrMfbB0-bEeSP4h1TA1pFiwc/s400/DSC_0385.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525630044928219458" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLDvbIuqY22DYb-a2ZTJumeqAttV2JAt7k7O5BCS1gFo075FS9M1rzLhjRXTlL-cHVqvukkNE-Xil6qDLsed1xS01xTU4hQlp5s2cXU-4V4htevAR6xHNzcq53k4qMG21teK-Z1u8UNmk9/s1600/DSC_0380.jpg"><br /></a><br />For those of you who don't know my cat, Kittem was rescued out of a crab pot, very dehydrated and starving, she was but a wee little thing then.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUXQiRhHfrRiwmxaXW7ZJQBbUP475nn3z3L5d0xRk25TFwMO-F__wP8r8XURaShsutwkQWc3Ox82s5dmh1dXGVkYeqFlSStW30KBZdzw7M1AflWvh4yybsDQUbko6biK-6h6b6v9vk7C7h/s1600/DSC_0383.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUXQiRhHfrRiwmxaXW7ZJQBbUP475nn3z3L5d0xRk25TFwMO-F__wP8r8XURaShsutwkQWc3Ox82s5dmh1dXGVkYeqFlSStW30KBZdzw7M1AflWvh4yybsDQUbko6biK-6h6b6v9vk7C7h/s400/DSC_0383.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525630033102913282" border="0" /></a><br />As time has gone on she has grown and flourished and <strike> ate the entire end of my sofa</strike> scratched up a few things, but alas she is just a sweet baby; one who spends 75% of her time curled up on my bed in a ball and the other 25% of the time divided between howling at whatever it is she is howling at, scratching up my sofa, drinking water straight out the faucet (do not ask) and eating, all in all not such a bad life for a cat who was doomed to starve in a crab pot. (that is the longest sentence in history)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLDvbIuqY22DYb-a2ZTJumeqAttV2JAt7k7O5BCS1gFo075FS9M1rzLhjRXTlL-cHVqvukkNE-Xil6qDLsed1xS01xTU4hQlp5s2cXU-4V4htevAR6xHNzcq53k4qMG21teK-Z1u8UNmk9/s1600/DSC_0380.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLDvbIuqY22DYb-a2ZTJumeqAttV2JAt7k7O5BCS1gFo075FS9M1rzLhjRXTlL-cHVqvukkNE-Xil6qDLsed1xS01xTU4hQlp5s2cXU-4V4htevAR6xHNzcq53k4qMG21teK-Z1u8UNmk9/s400/DSC_0380.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525630020220050690" border="0" /></a><br />Now lets turn our attention to this little kitty, we will call her Muffin, just for the sake of calling her Muffin. I took this photo of her over a year ago by my neighbors house while <strike> trespassing when they weren't home</strike> taking photos of their pretty flowers. Muffin was just sitting there under a bush looking at me like I had lost my mind, which is quite possible. I attempted to catch her but my camera was not making very good bait and I didn't have a crab pot handy at the moment so I let her go on her way.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxshh5RuBfATre87-KrAggzz6CVJFYqjidW3c7AJHCx-NMk-9INrCEkPDTJgnAb1aHb_t5wRNTGf6uLsqD8e6J37vQLOFo00za4GynZVqJuJszvRq2mmQRFpA9l7T0H_L6r4KXLlV6kJTH/s1600/DSC_5771.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxshh5RuBfATre87-KrAggzz6CVJFYqjidW3c7AJHCx-NMk-9INrCEkPDTJgnAb1aHb_t5wRNTGf6uLsqD8e6J37vQLOFo00za4GynZVqJuJszvRq2mmQRFpA9l7T0H_L6r4KXLlV6kJTH/s400/DSC_5771.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525630740666405522" border="0" /></a><br />I have heard that Muffin still roams the neighborhood and is all grown up not to mention doing quite well for her self <strike> living in a mansion on the hill and driving a convertible Mercedes</strike> eating all the fish she can hold from down the dock, and staying warm at night by sneaking in boat cabins for a safe spot to nap. Now while this sounds like the life of luxury for one little stray kitty lets keep in mind that she must get up VERY early in the morning to ensure she is safely off of the boats before the watermen come down to go out for the day, this means one must turn in fairly early if you are going to get enough sleep especially if you spent the day <strike>wheeling around town in your Mercedes</strike> eating as many fish as you could hold.<br /><br />This plan works out well for the most part except then THAT day happened, the day that Muffin was awaken by <strike> the car alarm on her Mercedes and she knew Kittem was back to take what was rightfully her's</strike> the low rumbling sound of the engine and the roll of the boat as it made it's way out of the creek! Muffin quickly thought to herself "How could I have over slept??!!". With a quick glance around the cabin she realized the door was open and there was light from the big ball of fire in the sky still streaming in, "This can't be possible." Muffin thought, as she decided to hunker back further in the cabin to keep out of sight. As she listened to the men discuss their work and what was going on she pieced together that she had not in fact over slept they had decided to go and set one more net!!! "What to do? What to do?" Muffin pondered over and over for what seemed like eternity, and finally that fateful moment occurred when she had no more recourse but to run for it.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDQAHaaFbBnrrnuwQsHcd1-nBAxVRit7yjY946Lrqk85-zMJdAJa43z8iIPevnD3tyjTewrpBJj7LdznzGQWZh5Rhk5gXK7_LFv_8Fp1i-GYIV5-UZOCQGp41n9xjzDnrbRUB0aR-hSFIf/s1600/DSC_5752.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDQAHaaFbBnrrnuwQsHcd1-nBAxVRit7yjY946Lrqk85-zMJdAJa43z8iIPevnD3tyjTewrpBJj7LdznzGQWZh5Rhk5gXK7_LFv_8Fp1i-GYIV5-UZOCQGp41n9xjzDnrbRUB0aR-hSFIf/s400/DSC_5752.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525630733967460962" border="0" /></a><br />Muffin found herself cornered in the cabin, trying desperately to hide from the men on the boat, but as they made their way to where the net was to be set they would be needing their gloves. In Muffin's haste to hide from the men she had backed herself right on to what the men were going to be reaching for next! As the waterman reached down to retrieve his gloves from the dark corner of the cabin Muffin had no choice but to make a break for it. Out of the cabin she ran like a dash <strike> causing the watermen to fall on his ass and think he was having a heart attack</strike>, up on to the washboard and up on to the dock.... What wait we are almost to the bay.. there IS NO DOCK. Unfortunately for our friend Muffin she figured this out about the same moment she went SPLASH! Muffin in her panic had made the dreadful mistake of jumping straight overboard with land no where in reach, and in her attempt to figure out how to get out of that cold, rough water that kept going over her head, in her ears, and up her nose, she began swimming in circles.<br /><br />Lucky for Muffin she had one thing going for her, the kind hearted waterman that operated the boat, after he recovered from <strike> what he surely thought was a heart attack</strike> the shock of having a cat dart at you from the darkness, he went to check on Muffin and see if he could help her. What he<br />found as he looked for the mysterious diving cat was Muffin struggling to stay afloat, the kind waterman turned the boat around and with in minutes he and <strike> the piece of crap</strike> the dude that works with him had returned Muffin safely to dry boat where she went and perched on the bow until they were with in 5 foot of the dock where she made a flying leap to dry land and safety.<br /><br />I haven't seen Muffin since, I betting that she has found a safer place to call home at night and I am sure she is still getting her fill of fish from down the dock, but there has to be some small part of her that wishes she had landed herself in a crab pot when she was just a wee thing.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Just a few more shots of Kittem I took yesterday. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-irivMWCMtYvI49TnMh-M3tzH1MO47bmA2O0WxJcIbHlDg8QeyecKPCwXRy9m-BtjQsrsf0ey5A4nabQHEJZD0u3-e2e6vKuuK3g0oIq9h8Dq-e_IlDm2mzhZmo5pp6uuzcsiclbovyxU/s1600/DSC_0382.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-irivMWCMtYvI49TnMh-M3tzH1MO47bmA2O0WxJcIbHlDg8QeyecKPCwXRy9m-BtjQsrsf0ey5A4nabQHEJZD0u3-e2e6vKuuK3g0oIq9h8Dq-e_IlDm2mzhZmo5pp6uuzcsiclbovyxU/s400/DSC_0382.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525630029863750674" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJcVUDj3RgjgothvkB9XbKEqvS4kmSV6RaKUDJUGf88gJ7REfKPcoCfDn1XyLJSg4DZIdejzkMLWsU7dmhfnxW-6n8XL4lug_tfrSZ5VuPNdpr5ps0CpS5_RfAaFQ1Up5Rx3Y7Dz7mPIyJ/s1600/DSC_0381.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJcVUDj3RgjgothvkB9XbKEqvS4kmSV6RaKUDJUGf88gJ7REfKPcoCfDn1XyLJSg4DZIdejzkMLWsU7dmhfnxW-6n8XL4lug_tfrSZ5VuPNdpr5ps0CpS5_RfAaFQ1Up5Rx3Y7Dz7mPIyJ/s400/DSC_0381.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525630027562737554" border="0" /></a>Ann Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779030572996218825.post-81469397067384569602010-10-07T07:10:00.005-04:002010-10-07T10:12:24.755-04:00Two of my greatest loves...I have a long list of great loves and I won't bore you with those details but yesterday my wonderful cousin Robbi aka Dumplin (I just got disowned again) posted this video on face book and I have watched it over and over since.<br /><br /><object height="385" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/awOcbVoS4yE?fs=1&hl=en_US&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/awOcbVoS4yE?fs=1&hl=en_US&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="640"></embed></object><br /><br />I have never embedded a video on my blog before so lets hope the gods of rock are up there watching over me.<br /><br />First off we have Ozzy.. there is nothing more to say.. it is OZZY! I could have been a Sharon easily and happily. I would have had to change my name though because him screaming Re does not have the same ring as ShaRON does.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR6B8kw8luSRClV8U39bc_2myNkeUSYb9-o1RI6UELt8QpzIMdHTlw9E-5H1bSWloN2CuVo5Ru2_B8Ho7C_BfZMG2eXew40NPsoqOEbpIhcKhfP_CaCDOAaKcyH5XAynbqubSAi_kq_QF0/s1600/straw00415947049_271228_3053922_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR6B8kw8luSRClV8U39bc_2myNkeUSYb9-o1RI6UELt8QpzIMdHTlw9E-5H1bSWloN2CuVo5Ru2_B8Ho7C_BfZMG2eXew40NPsoqOEbpIhcKhfP_CaCDOAaKcyH5XAynbqubSAi_kq_QF0/s400/straw00415947049_271228_3053922_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525266278818328210" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo take by Dustin Taylor 2010 NYC Sr Trip</span></div><br />The other, Mr John Winston Ono-Lennon himself. The coming Saturday, John would have turned 70 but as we all know his life was cut tragically short AT THE ENTRANCE of his home The Dakota's in 1980. When I was younger I listened to his music and thought the world should listen as well but as time moved on John and the Beatles just didn't always fall on my playlist and they were pushed to the back of my mind, until one day my oldest son expressed an interest, and that interest grew to a massive CD, book, and poster collection.<br /><br />Thank you my son for reminding me that we all just need to "Let it Be", "Come Together" and just take the time to "Imagine".<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1LNTM-WfN9KN-RAn_Hk9vFWqRqqddckRjvQt7e7biwEwZB0TZmHeCkFTqWelbojLg1LRKllBDxC7wBCsvazYjn4drALTzAVO1ew6-e3C-Or-qEWPyT8TxUq687lwcs5vlcJ69daSishhv/s1600/Imagine4_100000415947049_271234_6801582_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1LNTM-WfN9KN-RAn_Hk9vFWqRqqddckRjvQt7e7biwEwZB0TZmHeCkFTqWelbojLg1LRKllBDxC7wBCsvazYjn4drALTzAVO1ew6-e3C-Or-qEWPyT8TxUq687lwcs5vlcJ69daSishhv/s400/Imagine4_100000415947049_271234_6801582_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525266272324185906" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo take by Dustin Taylor 2010 NYC Sr Trip<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;">Imagine there's no heaven, it's easy if you try<br />No people below us, above it's only sky<br />Imagine all the people<br />Living for today<br /><br />Imagine there's no countries, it isn't hard to do<br />No need to kill or die for and no religions too<br />Imagine all the people<br />Living life in peace<br /><br />You may say I'm a dreamer<br />But I'm not the only one<br />I hope someday you'll join us<br />And the world will live as one<br /><br />Imagine no possessions I wonder if you can<br />No need for greed or hunger a brotherhood of man<br />Imagine all the people<br />Sharing for the world<br /><br />You may say I'm a dreamer<br />But I'm not the only one<br />I hope someday you'll join us<br />And the world will live as one<br /><br />You may say I'm a dreamer<br />But I'm not the only one<br />Take my hand and join us<br />And the world will live, will live as one</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" > ~John Lennon<br /> 1940-1980</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">PS. This post is about two OF my MANY great loves and in no way puts my Sisper at the bottom of any list NOR does the songs utlized in this post in anyway indicate my list of FAVORITE Beatles songs in any particular order but it has been brought to my attention that one could NOT have a Beatles post without mentioning this one.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi28Aq_fQLEM-OdxnXy63jHCNQJfWHzCtpdJwXVY0o7cI6J_fNLS-Tgw3krrAEzv388484K9Csz6awA0SE74rm9cVKbQyR73q0ZUQSOZQkEBO4lKAIGP9SOz_SoVLliMDzQ_-sfo7alewFc/s1600/yellow23237358_745077_2177725_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi28Aq_fQLEM-OdxnXy63jHCNQJfWHzCtpdJwXVY0o7cI6J_fNLS-Tgw3krrAEzv388484K9Csz6awA0SE74rm9cVKbQyR73q0ZUQSOZQkEBO4lKAIGP9SOz_SoVLliMDzQ_-sfo7alewFc/s400/yellow23237358_745077_2177725_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525271423818811106" border="0" /></a><br />LHK!!!!<br /></div></div></div>Ann Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779030572996218825.post-79935397599765614972010-10-06T07:04:00.005-04:002010-10-06T08:29:43.947-04:00A touch of fallTuesday evening I was coming home from a very important meeting and while cruising down the road while talking on the phone with my mother, (don't ask me what the argument was about, they are so countless I can't remember one from the other anymore and they just all pile up into one big she just plain hates me fest) I noticed the trees looked a bit odd. Me being me I threw the phone on the seat (no I don't think I said goodbye) and <strike>frantically slammed on the brakes</strike> slowed to a safe speed and found a safe place to pull over.<br /><br /><strike>Yanked</strike>Slowly removed the camera out of the bag and stood <strike> right in the middle of the road</strike> on the shoulder of the road out of the way of traffic and took these shots of the odd light on the tree and well someone's house I don't even know.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUtYo9mZsEjnPplNHexr8aUc3idOhcb5024XI-Ed42xVC77022QoPQNPOcrWGQFve5110ra_beJTsCphQbTF-cWRJFZ363zHZac497820jgYYu6I1dJujszUjE6OGG1i8RjAzuc81uoTut/s1600/DSC_0350.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUtYo9mZsEjnPplNHexr8aUc3idOhcb5024XI-Ed42xVC77022QoPQNPOcrWGQFve5110ra_beJTsCphQbTF-cWRJFZ363zHZac497820jgYYu6I1dJujszUjE6OGG1i8RjAzuc81uoTut/s400/DSC_0350.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524907518480988050" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">For some reason I think this particular tree was in the Sun god's favor Tuesday evening.<br /></span></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRebyc1mNcC72SRPVKEeZJlemuCsEImPgUGjB3jfRDtaobSf8_5HDczatuZNAWYB74DzXkQ3xKFi3Rs2cDtGx-N82mZKeI7BBF-pC2bli70wAt0j7lI9yqYgZjHsXhv1wSKlj6BtLYLw94/s1600/DSC_0350_2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRebyc1mNcC72SRPVKEeZJlemuCsEImPgUGjB3jfRDtaobSf8_5HDczatuZNAWYB74DzXkQ3xKFi3Rs2cDtGx-N82mZKeI7BBF-pC2bli70wAt0j7lI9yqYgZjHsXhv1wSKlj6BtLYLw94/s400/DSC_0350_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524907513207434658" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">This is just the same shot toyed with a bit.<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOQOUsyj5FwAtYWYibZYYFeqkN733u9ZMgNYMUonSUPINZTi25gH1AdOpR33tzbk0kNmka1Vw6ALNaJ4nF4XqUhC5FawNwtuluByRsRCPvi76a9b91h6_rqa3M9AsOCX7ixNHBCvD8Htiw/s1600/DSC_0354.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOQOUsyj5FwAtYWYibZYYFeqkN733u9ZMgNYMUonSUPINZTi25gH1AdOpR33tzbk0kNmka1Vw6ALNaJ4nF4XqUhC5FawNwtuluByRsRCPvi76a9b91h6_rqa3M9AsOCX7ixNHBCvD8Htiw/s400/DSC_0354.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524907519273791186" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Dear People who live here next to Mobjack Farm, I am sorry if I invaded your privacy, I did not mean too but LOOK how pretty this is! The sky was just incredibly pink and gorgeous and looked like marshmallow clouds and gum drops. PS. I may have left a bit of my tire tread in front of your drive way, again, I apologize. Love, ReVogel the one who is not scared to really trespass.<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmGAsAIRPQyePu6F7kW1Ua9YPf5Ig0LJc9Msg2eagG2Q9bVVWM7zURGMxQI_QIRL75dnc7V44L3nUbqetSXsxrcR4m1xh_sUJFF78BhBxxVuRDrZWWcmCAmU38vG6l7gw4TPBG3a1zFdmF/s1600/DSC_0369.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmGAsAIRPQyePu6F7kW1Ua9YPf5Ig0LJc9Msg2eagG2Q9bVVWM7zURGMxQI_QIRL75dnc7V44L3nUbqetSXsxrcR4m1xh_sUJFF78BhBxxVuRDrZWWcmCAmU38vG6l7gw4TPBG3a1zFdmF/s400/DSC_0369.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524907523009210290" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Mrs BlueJ.. hmm or are you Mr BlueJ? I am going with Mrs as you appear to be wearing a boa in this shot and well I am not sure I am comfortable with Drag Queen BlueJs hanging out in my front yard.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Fall is in there air people, so much so I took out my *GASP* fall/winter clothes yesterday and put away all of the shorts and bathing suits and muu muu's until next summer.<br /><br />The one good thing about fall... I LOVE taking photos of it.<br /></span></div></div>Ann Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779030572996218825.post-50361964836816524682010-09-29T07:18:00.002-04:002010-09-29T07:24:01.688-04:00The smell of money....My post today is just a follow up to a few of the unanswered questions people may have from <a href="http://lifeinmathews.blogspot.com">Life in Mathews</a> today.<br /><br />1. Oyster tongs.. clam rakes.. so you get a point there<a href="lifeinmathews.blogspot.com"> CBW</a>.<br />2. HOWEVER, if your gill nets fit in a bucket... well that is a premature infant gill net.. when you have put them in a 50 gallon barrel then come back and talk to me :)<br /><br />Gill nets how do you explain gill nets.. they are long nets that the men (or in the case of CBW and I, small children) run out of a boat with buoys and anchors and weights attached to them (unless of course yours are in a bucket then I doubt you have buoys and anchors) you allow them to sit for a bit (over night if it is not too hot and the crabs aren't eating your fish right out of the net) then you haul them back into the boat untangling very smelly fish as you go.<br /><br />By smelly I mean almost make you puke smelly but as my grandfather said.. that is the smell of money.<br /><br /><br />The reason for the NAME gill net is that what is supposed to happen is the fish attempts to swim through the net and kinda like a fat kid trying to get a piece of cake through a doggie door gets stuck half way.. when the little fish tries to back out he gets all tangled up in the net with his gills.<br /><br />As must of you know, the waterman well he works on the water and right this minute he is out there in the bay fishing a gill net. When he gets back to the dock today he will smell so incredibly bad that even after he takes a shower he STILL STINKS.<br /><br />If you have any more questions about how bad of a stink that really is or just about how a gill net works <strike> come see me and I will send you out there and you can stink too</strike> just ask!Ann Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779030572996218825.post-79898120040629295562010-09-27T07:37:00.002-04:002010-09-27T07:43:25.903-04:00Pre Approval NeededYea yea I don't blog enough whatever.. haven't felt like it so sue me, however, I could NOT get through another day without putting my approved and UNapproved obituary terms out here in cyberspace so when I "croak" (oddly that was not on the list) there will be something to reference back to when one writes my obituary. I would really like to approve the thing after the first draft but since I will be dead and my Sisper is afraid of Ouija boards I think I am out of luck.<br /><br />So without further ado.. the list and the reason why the verbiage is accepted or tossed out.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> <span><span style="background-color: transparent;" name="hotword">asleep,- I am not terribly fond of this it could scare small children.. they may wonder why they are putting me in the ground if I am merely asleep<br /></span><span name="hotword">bereft</span> <span name="hotword">of</span> <span name="hotword">life,</span>- this one I could go for.<br /><span name="hotword">bloodless,- use this only if I am attacked by a vampire<br /></span><span style="background-color: transparent;" name="hotword">bought</span> <span name="hotword">the</span> <span name="hotword">farm,</span>- don't bother with this one either because well lets face it.. I am never buying a farm I hate horses<br /><span style="background-color: transparent;" name="hotword">breathless,- maybe if I die from lung cancer.. teach others not to pick up the nasty little habit I have<br /></span><span style="background-color: transparent;" name="hotword">buried,- only if I have been buried pre obituary<br /></span><span name="hotword">cadaverous,</span>- please don't use this for me.. we could however use this for my mother as she has dictated she wants her body donated to science.. IN WRITING<br /><span name="hotword">checked</span> <span name="hotword">out,</span>- NOW THIS ONE IS A KEEPER<br /></span><a rel="nofollow" href="http://thesaurus.com/browse/cold" target="_blank">cold</a><span>,- no.. I am never cold.. down right mean and hateful but not cold.<br /></span><a rel="nofollow" href="http://thesaurus.com/browse/cut+off" target="_blank">cut off</a><span>,- Dear lord in heaven.. please don't ever ever ever let me be cut off.<br /></span><a rel="nofollow" href="http://thesaurus.com/browse/deceased" target="_blank">deceased</a><span>,- I could go for this one.<br /></span><a rel="nofollow" href="http://thesaurus.com/browse/defunct" target="_blank">defunct</a><span>,- NO WAY.. THAT IS LIKE CRISP.. just a nasty word<br /><span style="background-color: transparent;" name="hotword">departed,- hmm no thanks.. I don't want to depart that doesn't sound like fun.. that sounds like I legally left or left mad<br /></span><span name="hotword">done</span> <span name="hotword">for,- Maybe so... not bad.<br /></span><span style="background-color: transparent;" name="hotword">erased,</span>- i REFUSE to be erased.. those that I predecease better ensure that I do NOT become erased.<br /><span style="background-color: transparent;" name="hotword">expired,</span>- I am NOT a dairy product<br /></span><a rel="nofollow" href="http://thesaurus.com/browse/extinct" target="_blank">extinct</a><span>,- Nor am I a dinosaur<br /></span><a rel="nofollow" href="http://thesaurus.com/browse/gone" target="_blank">gone</a><span>,- I don't think I would just be gone.. that is too.. oh i don't know.. final.<br /><span style="background-color: transparent;" name="hotword">gone</span> <span name="hotword">to</span> <span name="hotword">meet</span> <span style="background-color: transparent;" name="hotword">maker,</span>- my maker.. my maker.. nah I am not feeling it.<br /><span style="background-color: transparent;" name="hotword">gone</span> <span style="background-color: transparent;" name="hotword">to</span> <span style="background-color: transparent;" name="hotword">reward,- only if someone can ensure me there is booze in heaven<br /></span></span><a rel="nofollow" href="http://thesaurus.com/browse/inanimate" target="_blank">inanimate</a><span>,- I do NOT believe that I will ever be inanimate even if I am deceased<br /></span><a rel="nofollow" href="http://thesaurus.com/browse/inert" target="_blank">inert</a><span>,- I don't know what this one even means<br /></span><a rel="nofollow" href="http://thesaurus.com/browse/late" target="_blank">late</a><span>,- LORD HELP ME IF I AM LATE I will be dead cause I will die of heartfailure at the prospect of having another living being I am responsible for.. where is that booze again<br /></span><a rel="nofollow" href="http://thesaurus.com/browse/lifeless" target="_blank">lifeless</a><span>,- ya.. I could do that.<br /><span style="background-color: transparent;" name="hotword">liquidated,- Only if I die in a vat of acid<br /></span><span name="hotword">mortified,</span>- no.. nothing mortifies me<br /> <span name="hotword">no</span> <span style="background-color: transparent;" name="hotword">more,</span>- I just don't like this one.<br /> <span name="hotword">not</span> <span style="background-color: transparent;" name="hotword">existing,- not this one either<br /></span> <span name="hotword">offed,- use this one only if I meet an untimely demise<br /></span> <span style="background-color: transparent;" name="hotword">out</span> <span style="background-color: transparent;" name="hotword">of</span> <span style="background-color: transparent;" name="hotword">one's</span> <span style="background-color: transparent;" name="hotword">misery,- please only use this if old husband did not predeceased me<br /></span> <span style="background-color: transparent;" name="hotword">passed</span> <span name="hotword">away,- I have NEVER PASSED a thing in my life.. why start now.<br /></span> <span style="background-color: transparent;" name="hotword">perished,- that one always made me giggle maybe use that.<br /></span> <span name="hotword">pushing</span> <span name="hotword">up</span> <span name="hotword">daisies,</span>- umm HELLO i do not like flowers so NO<br /> <span style="background-color: transparent;" name="hotword">reposing,</span> again.. not sure about this one.. I think not.<br /><span name="hotword">resting</span> <span name="hotword">in</span> <span name="hotword">peace,</span>- again with the sleep thing .. it will scare little children.<br /> <span style="background-color: transparent;" name="hotword">spiritless,</span>- nope I will still have a spirit I will come back and show you.. promise. </span><br /><a rel="nofollow" href="http://thesaurus.com/browse/stiff" target="_blank">stiff</a><span>, - dude seriously this is another on of those only if young handsome husband is around.. cause I haven't had anything stiff in awhile now<br /><span style="background-color: transparent;" name="hotword">unanimated, I was animated the day I was born no vampire is going to suck that out of me<br /></span></span><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" rel="nofollow" href="http://thesaurus.com/browse/wasted" target="_blank">wasted</a>- this may be utilized if I die intoxicated which in all likelihood will happen so lets settle this right now..<br /><br />Ann Marie Burroughs Haywood deceased and she was wasted.<br /></span>Ann Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779030572996218825.post-90733939392044303262010-09-08T06:50:00.002-04:002010-09-08T07:05:20.760-04:00I am just stopping byto let all of you know that I HATE school. Seriously.<br /><br />While I know it is essential for my children's future does it HAVE to be so damn difficult on ME. I have already been through school (while it took my poor sister everything in her to drag me through it I did do it) and I do NOT recall my mother at 16 having to ask me if I had my shoes for gym, only to turn around to ask me if I had my shoes for cheer and have BOTH answers be NO.<br /><br />I may be stupid or just a bit insane but by NOW I thought that I would not have to keep up with each and every little article of clothing, homework, or assignment for these teenagers. Apparently I was dead wrong. Not to mention I didn't think I would have to say.. "go take off all that crap off your eyes you look like Flo from Mel's Diner" (of course the reply to that was a blue eyeshadowed covered blank stare).<br /><br />So as of yesterday the lazy summer life as I knew it has ended and my morning time has been invaded with things like spilled juice that someone watches just run on to the floor (seriously didn't even TRY to use the towel that was sitting on the table to stop it... watched it run by the towel onto the floor), someone screaming "SHUT UP" at the top of their lungs to which my reply was "NO YOU!!".. yes I know soooo mature, then having to get up 3 TIMES during the night to tell the youngest one to "PLEASE go to bed" the last time was 2 am.. I then gave up. I have not yet figured out how exactly I am going to make it through the next 178 mornings of this, I will be COMPLETE INSANE by the end of the first month.<br /><br />In reality I need advice, I have never claimed to be mother of the year material but this seems to be just a bit insane, how do you get your kids to take responsibility for themselves and their work? How do you get them to set the clock for the time to get up and NOT the time the bus comes (seriously punk girl has her clock set for 10 minutes before the bus gets here but wont set it for the time she has to get up, this is so that if she goes back to sleep after getting ready she won't miss the bus)? How do you get them to ensure they have their "things" they need for sports or school ready the night before not 2 minutes before the bus comes when Mom asks.. do you have ______ and the answer is no. How do you get them to give a rats ass that their breath smells like a rats ass because they haven't brushed their teeth until Mom says.. BRUSH YOUR NASTY ASS TEETH.<br /><br />I have to stop whining now because it is 2 minutes before the bus gets here and BOTH OF THEM ARE ASLEEP!!!!!<br /><br />I am at the end of my rope... I didn't sign up for this.Ann Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779030572996218825.post-51706999992971123362010-08-05T08:06:00.003-04:002010-08-05T08:38:30.258-04:00Tis' Thursday...and I got nothing.<br /><br />Well I got the fact that I totally forgot someone's birthday today and I am trying to cover for that blunder (I think it was a case of physiological revenge... or maybe it was just me being physco.. either way)<br /><br />I got the fact that I made coffee this morning and returned to my computer while it was brewing to read <a href="http://lifeinmathews.blogspot.com/">HER</a> blog. Only to go <strike>running</strike> shuffling to the pot with my eyes half closed to discover I had made a pot of hot water. I am serious about the fact I need to pre-game coffee making.<br /><br />I got the fact that tomorrow I am going to meet my Ya Ya with both of our college boys for DINNER even though both of our boys thought I said BREAKFAST... must check with Ya Ya to make sure she knew dinner.. Who goes to the Crack Bar for Breakfast.. (apparently lots of people btw)<br /><br />I got the fact that I have fallen in love and not with a person... with an area.. and that area ain't here, but I will give you a clue because these lovilies live there and I can't wait to go back and see them again.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCO-y7sBI4NwCtEhAL9tseX4O_KGGbRP0wDa0JlIRpqAQ4O1nuPhQenfGL-LiTb7Lf4_84qf0qrqhgu6zXm6FvPJqb3YRz8o-sqPjB7UDHlNzkUb3QrHBbypVcHxtWVKSGgFPNZTNYhbOg/s1600/DSC_6219.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCO-y7sBI4NwCtEhAL9tseX4O_KGGbRP0wDa0JlIRpqAQ4O1nuPhQenfGL-LiTb7Lf4_84qf0qrqhgu6zXm6FvPJqb3YRz8o-sqPjB7UDHlNzkUb3QrHBbypVcHxtWVKSGgFPNZTNYhbOg/s400/DSC_6219.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501903816105010706" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGQkbCkU8HecPeAsx0Zz2JIhr5ljxy3NSr0JqUg3KAWyYXRmFugYkZ6Fx9TUqbmHspzWl6tcshD5FMd3yzceFXcnp1mlpLqD0BUbTxmxqSwM0QWE34PCEZ8U5PFYxXyWyCEmMTn-SjgEdh/s1600/DSC_6216.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGQkbCkU8HecPeAsx0Zz2JIhr5ljxy3NSr0JqUg3KAWyYXRmFugYkZ6Fx9TUqbmHspzWl6tcshD5FMd3yzceFXcnp1mlpLqD0BUbTxmxqSwM0QWE34PCEZ8U5PFYxXyWyCEmMTn-SjgEdh/s400/DSC_6216.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501903807361141986" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoSh602J0_eNxiYJBkN8onMgRF-KfoOVKPfIaT-TWjtm4hNJlRMCYKcqHIpvqEeM21Hg5tM4R8rzkligLtld_XQhnsFnsNkX1xW138oINH3o5ePZTlb-DR8i_gZeC7_T3mpwqR0ScPSvIF/s1600/DSC_6213.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoSh602J0_eNxiYJBkN8onMgRF-KfoOVKPfIaT-TWjtm4hNJlRMCYKcqHIpvqEeM21Hg5tM4R8rzkligLtld_XQhnsFnsNkX1xW138oINH3o5ePZTlb-DR8i_gZeC7_T3mpwqR0ScPSvIF/s400/DSC_6213.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501903803154483506" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi56yHA-UBz0iGsrLWxdj30cHRXH7_bDdctSfn9x3vUtXeRkDVcxWhbhRPlBVxNx0JSjMRCBy2x_j_MhJZSFdyk2oDSevk-GS7qk_lyygsQlpH5YT7GVApqr_O1cFWGYjV2zFpONsF1Vm3g/s1600/DSC_6209.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi56yHA-UBz0iGsrLWxdj30cHRXH7_bDdctSfn9x3vUtXeRkDVcxWhbhRPlBVxNx0JSjMRCBy2x_j_MhJZSFdyk2oDSevk-GS7qk_lyygsQlpH5YT7GVApqr_O1cFWGYjV2zFpONsF1Vm3g/s400/DSC_6209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501903797709207170" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMrbiITKNxzcb93GDj0HNUp77C8MwT2wT0TUVpHKvYOw_7-FDowkqP87v_yHyYQpFcUXl99LZAoIjKX0lYO8QLScFhTTdKNdShgA1sfJhXOqbpIlKIwR6Ez8gWZmUubHJ_mfFgYymcTESV/s1600/DSC_6208.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMrbiITKNxzcb93GDj0HNUp77C8MwT2wT0TUVpHKvYOw_7-FDowkqP87v_yHyYQpFcUXl99LZAoIjKX0lYO8QLScFhTTdKNdShgA1sfJhXOqbpIlKIwR6Ez8gWZmUubHJ_mfFgYymcTESV/s400/DSC_6208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501903792650426498" border="0" /></a>So I suppose the point is if I disappear and you just don't have a clue where to look.. go talk to the Wild Horses they may have a clue.Ann Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779030572996218825.post-58981800071690664592010-08-02T06:30:00.002-04:002010-08-02T06:38:14.162-04:00I am...back here and not there which makes my head spin and hurt really badly.<br /><br /><br />I want to give a big old birthday shout out to my favorite sister person in the world! Miss Phyllis Marsh who turned 29 yesterday! It seems weird to me that we will be celebrating our 30th birthday's next year around this time. I was talking to a wonderful woman yesterday, the owner of <a href="http://www.themysticjewel.com/">The Mystic Jewel</a>, (by the way the store turned 19 on my sister person's 29th.. how cool is that!!) and she made the comment to me that she remembered when her mother was at ____ age and how she felt like she was a mom and old. I remember that feeling, I still have that feeling. I have a theory.. anything older than 20 years old that you are at any given time in life is OLD.. when you get there it isn't so much anymore.<br /><br />hehehehehe<br /><br />I am rambling.. badly.. I will stop now and say happy birthday Sister Person, I hope I get back there to you before I miss you too terribly bad.. cause I already miss you!!!!<br /><br />LHK<br />ReAnn Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779030572996218825.post-31057895491869198952010-07-30T00:01:00.000-04:002010-07-30T00:01:00.435-04:00MURDER at Whalehead...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhq3Q3jkFyhkkT2zC_9u64oMNrMdLd-XNvHnHFnuDi6BF2EfGNRZKkA9pasK3qSjm5hT3cDAoJl6vwJ0QtbEOBhQK3CdCkmkF9_AfcbkhLM4NHaCqpIYtpqFCWC2UTx0wcqUdFEzpOHuvx/s1600/DSC_6162.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhq3Q3jkFyhkkT2zC_9u64oMNrMdLd-XNvHnHFnuDi6BF2EfGNRZKkA9pasK3qSjm5hT3cDAoJl6vwJ0QtbEOBhQK3CdCkmkF9_AfcbkhLM4NHaCqpIYtpqFCWC2UTx0wcqUdFEzpOHuvx/s400/DSC_6162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499302726756563090" border="0" /></a>View of the Whalehead Club from Currituck Lighthouse<br /><br /></div>While I have been on my vacation that is not a VACATION but is a vacation I had the pleasure of having a book plopped in my lap with the exclamation of "<a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Murder-at-Whalehead/Joe-Charles-Ellis/e/9780979665509">YOU MUST READ THIS!!!</a>"<br /><br />My first thought was "Where the hell is Whalehead?" I seriously had never heard of it at all but figured what the hell why not. As I dove into the pages of the book by <a href="http://www.joecellis.com/">Joe C. Ellis </a>I had mental images pop up of the way things were supposed to look.<br /><br />Last night I finished the book and am happy to say I knew whodounit from chapter one. I have talent like that. However, lets back the train up just a tad, to where I said I don't know where Whalehead is.. I do now. Whalehead is the Whalehead Club located right here in Corolla beside the Currituck Lighthouse that I featured in photos yesterday of that little climbing adventure. What I did not tell you was that after Drake <strike>stopped threatening to kill me</strike> shaking due to the incredible heights I made him climb to, we continued on our little afternoon fieldtrip and decided to check out the tour of the Whalehead Club. It was amazing but, you can not take photos inside the building, so let me just tell you it was worth every moment. Stepping back in time AND living out the pages of the book that I was so engrossed in, it was just WONDERFUL!<br /><br />Here are a few photos that were taken during our tour in legal photo taking places.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipdnk0V1rteWR292Ltls7-zTIZ7RWNFkuLhQOysG9oW-_Wr2uE594iBEAxVS2oM_hV1MfV0gfcutClfL8_vdHIuy7urDbWJRVCkzgLu0Zr1bdDuLn9VpZPPlAV8HaJ-uo1wsML2vUSeqaB/s1600/DSC_6187.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipdnk0V1rteWR292Ltls7-zTIZ7RWNFkuLhQOysG9oW-_Wr2uE594iBEAxVS2oM_hV1MfV0gfcutClfL8_vdHIuy7urDbWJRVCkzgLu0Zr1bdDuLn9VpZPPlAV8HaJ-uo1wsML2vUSeqaB/s400/DSC_6187.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499302737195282946" border="0" /></a><br />I love it when houses look like they have faces, this one has a long nose and vampire teeth<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> <span style="font-size:78%;">(i will now stop smoking the doobie and get on with my post)</span></span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYxMaEOLnBmTEecql77t5xnZyzzU-YXrk8YXQxcCMh77TySCblcp4kGKxfwf-djQAwD4qaIdGThSVTw25dqM4r62xxdSKOpJWeGQ0smwfHxjXqiJ8zwPvW4-Zs2_a34UyXwrZ9Lt1fievH/s1600/DSC_6189.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYxMaEOLnBmTEecql77t5xnZyzzU-YXrk8YXQxcCMh77TySCblcp4kGKxfwf-djQAwD4qaIdGThSVTw25dqM4r62xxdSKOpJWeGQ0smwfHxjXqiJ8zwPvW4-Zs2_a34UyXwrZ9Lt1fievH/s400/DSC_6189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499302743587065682" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Loved loved loved the windows... I could just imagine living there 80 years ago and waking in the morning to the beautiful view of the sound. Those windows you see were the bedrooms on the second floor.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu_wbrKK8pRAX-hvKJXoD_9k4FbXsa7_andTLuK03oTI8H60TMEmTK0_2kGc9JmLWOP68uXzwrjD2kvvmus-1nQAAOfm1UcGeMro_OQdHtcoYCxGqI87w2kud9OxBT-GOzDpc-lDeYNURT/s1600/DSC_6192.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu_wbrKK8pRAX-hvKJXoD_9k4FbXsa7_andTLuK03oTI8H60TMEmTK0_2kGc9JmLWOP68uXzwrjD2kvvmus-1nQAAOfm1UcGeMro_OQdHtcoYCxGqI87w2kud9OxBT-GOzDpc-lDeYNURT/s400/DSC_6192.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499302751093721682" border="0" /></a>"Kenny Queen" I actually ran into a character from the book while at the Whalehead.... seriously READ THE BOOK.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8dCSYGOiVEQa88ox141DSzQ_u0g07Jl-lx9MigBsjGOKPHtF6OZ-tUtqpdwxDT0k67wWqH4ilM_nYeiBxCqSaE5V_vTLUpyr2_4Qfc41axssm6svbK3Zmj9tR6Wy8luuiYx9Dx2rp-8KZ/s1600/DSC_6201.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8dCSYGOiVEQa88ox141DSzQ_u0g07Jl-lx9MigBsjGOKPHtF6OZ-tUtqpdwxDT0k67wWqH4ilM_nYeiBxCqSaE5V_vTLUpyr2_4Qfc41axssm6svbK3Zmj9tR6Wy8luuiYx9Dx2rp-8KZ/s400/DSC_6201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499302760377493090" border="0" /></a><br />Drake said that this was part of the Mystery and that we needed the Mystery Van to figure this out.. I am sure Phyl will not be so pleased to hear that.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">On a side note.. my mental images matched up perfectly to what really stood in front of me while I was touring ... I HATE IT WHEN THAT HAPPENS...<br /></div></div>Ann Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779030572996218825.post-76025993151141298262010-07-29T05:59:00.006-04:002010-07-29T06:51:10.208-04:00Not my legacy...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWxiiIPMhxVgBNvNuvJtoChANB8jnn5QN7eTpC6ZmE682bHFek6XaF08TqQNn96gtZamfEE111KsUcFM1XNjJCSmOUT27CECEqcBg3ef5CjgfJkFgFMGzCg5MV9JXj9t7gXirezdeUPaqn/s1600/DSC_6123.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWxiiIPMhxVgBNvNuvJtoChANB8jnn5QN7eTpC6ZmE682bHFek6XaF08TqQNn96gtZamfEE111KsUcFM1XNjJCSmOUT27CECEqcBg3ef5CjgfJkFgFMGzCg5MV9JXj9t7gXirezdeUPaqn/s400/DSC_6123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499273863362164802" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3D7hB3wgHRwY4EPEDe6YrMwcjjh0rFmXUDIkrU4E1-tJAw4YGKLHZ_CYEMInuNdXhpquQb54jhW46O1pY-OkrQCDZW2xp3vnXcGGOgJ57385FZj4fYMW-dMRc_FvK8SZgYsAKW9Vlc21Z/s1600/DSC_6122.jpg"><br /></a><br />This is not MY family's legacy but I am sure it is someone's families.. but I enjoyed visiting just the same.<br /><br />Yesterday after work Drake and I took out on a little adventure <strike>you know one of those adventures I could take weekly if I say LIVED HERE!!!</strike> we drove a little bit farther north than where we are staying and saw four people from Mathews no KIDDING... and they were NOT in the same group.. three different groups, four different people I thought I had <strike>returned to hell</strike> taken a wrong turn and ended up back in Mathews. Alas, we had not and we kept on our merry way and did not even wave at the people we saw, hey it is my vacation I will not wave if I want to!<br /><br />After parking our car we hopped out and looked at the very tall looming building above us at which time Drake said <strike>there is no way in hell I am going to climb to the top of that thing so you can take a few lousy pictures.. not happening woman!</strike> "We are going to climb THAT???" It was at that moment I realized that the sound in his voice was not exactly excited but one tinted with a bit of fear. I told him we would be fine and off I flew to throw $20 bucks at a man older than Methuselah and he made me sign a form saying <strike>if I dropped to my death that he was leaving me there for the Osprey's to eat</strike> .... well to be honest I don't really know what it said I just signed it.<br /><br />Off we went.. up up up up up... up up up up up... up up up up... SCREECHING HALT just one platform from the top. I look back and Drake is plastered to the side of the wall shaking his head and mumbling <strike>this bitch is crazy.. this bitch is crazy.. this bitch is crazy </strike>I can't do this! I can't do this! I can't do this! So I make my way back down 20 steps that I had just lumbered my way up and explained to him that there was only one more tiny flight and that he could make it and that there was a platform there he could stand on while I went out and took the photos, I explained I would be really fast and we could head back down. He mumbled something under his breath then I didn't quite catch but there were some not so nice words I can promise you and in a broken little voice he said... "o-o-o-ok"<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju0uzzZf79Kok1JJ-YDGCbghFmwCMj0dGm0RoHys-rj2RV_uGwB_gap2pPw0s6AgPW2nxWqCuPCC1PoDPeK2szUUcIaFA7OD92IPKTE17KkfO31yhWaN5Qil0VQ9RK1RUxYXoZP3x6RBPw/s1600/DSC_6137.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju0uzzZf79Kok1JJ-YDGCbghFmwCMj0dGm0RoHys-rj2RV_uGwB_gap2pPw0s6AgPW2nxWqCuPCC1PoDPeK2szUUcIaFA7OD92IPKTE17KkfO31yhWaN5Qil0VQ9RK1RUxYXoZP3x6RBPw/s400/DSC_6137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499274556452817522" border="0" /></a><br />Back up those 20 steps I climbed and then up 20 mor.... oh shit... this is not happening... where is the platform??? Why is there a door that wind is howling in?? WHERE IS THE FREAKING PLATFORM? I glance back and Drake is right behind me with the look of complete fear and wild look that I know says "I can overcome this fear thing just to throw you off for lying to me!!!!" I had just trudged up more than 200 steps I would be damned if I was going back without one single picture, so I again said "Drake there is nothing to worry about honey I promise! Just stand here REALLY close to the side of the building and hold on to this handle I will run around and take the photos and we will RUSH back down!!" He replied with an evil look that would have curled your toes.<br /><br />But without further ado.. here are the shots from Not My Legacy, The Currituck Lighthouse...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLPgwkuFiM4dpSK-eWcWeGJoy-Q69sEL0i-0QiyM2x0U_VowWeH3uX5kuyQ6IC4yBGySEVEBn1eBIaIouz4Wa0Ipq_i_kjiVT-TL6vVeHWHVn0B0xSAk_kiUS8xqSqXxKB2BL8SyE_vurV/s1600/DSC_6127.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLPgwkuFiM4dpSK-eWcWeGJoy-Q69sEL0i-0QiyM2x0U_VowWeH3uX5kuyQ6IC4yBGySEVEBn1eBIaIouz4Wa0Ipq_i_kjiVT-TL6vVeHWHVn0B0xSAk_kiUS8xqSqXxKB2BL8SyE_vurV/s400/DSC_6127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499273868971201858" border="0" /></a><br />The Keeper's Home<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3D7hB3wgHRwY4EPEDe6YrMwcjjh0rFmXUDIkrU4E1-tJAw4YGKLHZ_CYEMInuNdXhpquQb54jhW46O1pY-OkrQCDZW2xp3vnXcGGOgJ57385FZj4fYMW-dMRc_FvK8SZgYsAKW9Vlc21Z/s1600/DSC_6122.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3D7hB3wgHRwY4EPEDe6YrMwcjjh0rFmXUDIkrU4E1-tJAw4YGKLHZ_CYEMInuNdXhpquQb54jhW46O1pY-OkrQCDZW2xp3vnXcGGOgJ57385FZj4fYMW-dMRc_FvK8SZgYsAKW9Vlc21Z/s400/DSC_6122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499273856110577714" border="0" /></a><br />Views as we ascended. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBazPzrRQ8Tn4xAMiVH5lGA_ZHPDGtnvwy2YOg9CAKunsZm33rpX4gxvt2S8A4hH8hLby7WoVlD-ttgOEcD6zNv85lXSmCr1AI8byMqkxa8Pd63iQyTmf-P_JjRM0wLBpp9DJY8-jeKyQT/s1600/DSC_6129.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBazPzrRQ8Tn4xAMiVH5lGA_ZHPDGtnvwy2YOg9CAKunsZm33rpX4gxvt2S8A4hH8hLby7WoVlD-ttgOEcD6zNv85lXSmCr1AI8byMqkxa8Pd63iQyTmf-P_JjRM0wLBpp9DJY8-jeKyQT/s400/DSC_6129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499273877188599506" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOnX3NLMZry4POxzImhtpfLRUboCFqKSdawPti02GekUxpPuORbP2ezxVb5kGcXKom8B5eZgnRcPSL-TydptNZTGvqXeGbimPLs0Mn-IyLwrixGIC41lEULWm_uYYqXJuR5bp1CGVzFtcP/s1600/DSC_6130.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOnX3NLMZry4POxzImhtpfLRUboCFqKSdawPti02GekUxpPuORbP2ezxVb5kGcXKom8B5eZgnRcPSL-TydptNZTGvqXeGbimPLs0Mn-IyLwrixGIC41lEULWm_uYYqXJuR5bp1CGVzFtcP/s400/DSC_6130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499273887745167618" border="0" /></a><br />From the bottom looking up.... <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTAHbdywZQSchtmTagFc5hxFoZjXC4RgWysw2efm95kxGuu6tiINJpwkc3J_lxEJ4vy1eSr8mhi1z0vzRuG8f0mp-HSPNlDQ7shickS8vtVlrNyHXyrXZpscDB-Tx2A9ZEQVj_QKLUUprT/s1600/DSC_6134.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTAHbdywZQSchtmTagFc5hxFoZjXC4RgWysw2efm95kxGuu6tiINJpwkc3J_lxEJ4vy1eSr8mhi1z0vzRuG8f0mp-HSPNlDQ7shickS8vtVlrNyHXyrXZpscDB-Tx2A9ZEQVj_QKLUUprT/s400/DSC_6134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499274552356191986" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieNhCk3QCxHjD1ukssuZFZlpiKij8fflRH7GKTEYy_10P-kQ4cZglkWoIDlwJH77EgCCOwnFXNQHFA_7burUJOuUMIuibTenEO7eyZvPX52l4sfn-zRVS8x4e83_PXNB8R0WoBol9SxTPz/s1600/DSC_6139.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieNhCk3QCxHjD1ukssuZFZlpiKij8fflRH7GKTEYy_10P-kQ4cZglkWoIDlwJH77EgCCOwnFXNQHFA_7burUJOuUMIuibTenEO7eyZvPX52l4sfn-zRVS8x4e83_PXNB8R0WoBol9SxTPz/s400/DSC_6139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499274564694563058" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDfly03tZS6wj2ZpcggEcTAH7_em9tWgOFehvzaDAlNA8-tEQdedUMaKcbQUH0hohCAu7dkREKQVSXcEr_jCI-UBFdrsf-nq4Pxr3Rl18HrkqxaaW6n47nbxKdO5B967ef6-j8dARVIf3n/s1600/DSC_6141.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDfly03tZS6wj2ZpcggEcTAH7_em9tWgOFehvzaDAlNA8-tEQdedUMaKcbQUH0hohCAu7dkREKQVSXcEr_jCI-UBFdrsf-nq4Pxr3Rl18HrkqxaaW6n47nbxKdO5B967ef6-j8dARVIf3n/s400/DSC_6141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499274569285419618" border="0" /></a><br />From the top looking down... <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIUTotSNkc99hBFBaUG_xFOyhrV_QcyGmEMsOcaY9SyvWINPzCh8Fa2CrrivFT5nriyawY_NQ1T3ffWImCQG_Ru3IbV6p7zjyJmlpW-zaYPqiNewWe2fEYYiV-yNxl9mk8D7PJ-SgQ9CQ0/s1600/DSC_6144.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIUTotSNkc99hBFBaUG_xFOyhrV_QcyGmEMsOcaY9SyvWINPzCh8Fa2CrrivFT5nriyawY_NQ1T3ffWImCQG_Ru3IbV6p7zjyJmlpW-zaYPqiNewWe2fEYYiV-yNxl9mk8D7PJ-SgQ9CQ0/s400/DSC_6144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499274573529606530" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNF0l6t_04FG553O0Ksxnrm4h5fNVnIwLiw4MLgfEZ0WrafXY_Xmc__xT6QuDvqVIY1MG3EDjaXKwDy9bkBoGegqOL2SI2HLKDDuQIcySCNPEJrDvs6L3Pi7cF3u4EUPW-inMfYMzVNGSm/s1600/DSC_6149.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNF0l6t_04FG553O0Ksxnrm4h5fNVnIwLiw4MLgfEZ0WrafXY_Xmc__xT6QuDvqVIY1MG3EDjaXKwDy9bkBoGegqOL2SI2HLKDDuQIcySCNPEJrDvs6L3Pi7cF3u4EUPW-inMfYMzVNGSm/s400/DSC_6149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499275134832637026" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMeh2gSsA5XMjbY1kgmGRVInPz0wviKtG7iiIfXf-sReIcIhfDhOstX6-wICNcsFQoxD5YilX-O9zgVpRiYQ4j_uY282JSbQr7JS8KEMF-4bmXI0_NfqiJqI8zZ_xagzD3vDF6Tf0rtSWq/s1600/DSC_6151.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMeh2gSsA5XMjbY1kgmGRVInPz0wviKtG7iiIfXf-sReIcIhfDhOstX6-wICNcsFQoxD5YilX-O9zgVpRiYQ4j_uY282JSbQr7JS8KEMF-4bmXI0_NfqiJqI8zZ_xagzD3vDF6Tf0rtSWq/s400/DSC_6151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499275142677684194" border="0" /></a><br />Views from the Platform outside.. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhi9-a8G5GN1PBNMrqyqGQesN2-ApoP0gUe808KJPErm8jJmXd6U-jAsp9x0KiYuoO5MKmJunYpfHYnDjkOhEFqyrWBxhbrqPMwJeo7vutvNRqJIWHK5524v1FjEUC87dqZy6leTjoUg_Q/s1600/DSC_6158.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhi9-a8G5GN1PBNMrqyqGQesN2-ApoP0gUe808KJPErm8jJmXd6U-jAsp9x0KiYuoO5MKmJunYpfHYnDjkOhEFqyrWBxhbrqPMwJeo7vutvNRqJIWHK5524v1FjEUC87dqZy6leTjoUg_Q/s400/DSC_6158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499275147465904050" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHAHRC9EpLgZsnqTLgYrOjQAxAX6UN-sedHsQCp6HgsGJRxPiiTa_gniuQIvppz3hWq-q1rImihOg2shyy87huOOKeBL71pdFQlgTf8kK2OQ9aAFPG9rvonHTW8WM15TvHpf3nrqHRWdRN/s1600/DSC_6163.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHAHRC9EpLgZsnqTLgYrOjQAxAX6UN-sedHsQCp6HgsGJRxPiiTa_gniuQIvppz3hWq-q1rImihOg2shyy87huOOKeBL71pdFQlgTf8kK2OQ9aAFPG9rvonHTW8WM15TvHpf3nrqHRWdRN/s400/DSC_6163.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499275636994757122" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHUFqsRyeKpyfZAwYREyZKg0WJOgmKDitDDE0eDy8vt1WA_G41wQNcR5_x47SCEhpFHc-TeNnzxHucABH_OB69kuKU8xFJ9xNJsuT2lMbKwTJ50CfFyLPaQEkQJuMgpgfpE-9iqYliQv4w/s1600/DSC_6159.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHUFqsRyeKpyfZAwYREyZKg0WJOgmKDitDDE0eDy8vt1WA_G41wQNcR5_x47SCEhpFHc-TeNnzxHucABH_OB69kuKU8xFJ9xNJsuT2lMbKwTJ50CfFyLPaQEkQJuMgpgfpE-9iqYliQv4w/s400/DSC_6159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499275156453000354" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLF3p4d-1uTWytbKDh10Wf9gs1diUL3eC7rK7pFUEWV7HhpIcTPqckd6rOcgNQhDHD7G3pSD9QmuUP383NRcde3zfrYp8RgwZRVmkaRitvr_lG0nijUYk6bT4Oc4Fa9-myUgV3Yi9TbnzO/s1600/DSC_6170.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLF3p4d-1uTWytbKDh10Wf9gs1diUL3eC7rK7pFUEWV7HhpIcTPqckd6rOcgNQhDHD7G3pSD9QmuUP383NRcde3zfrYp8RgwZRVmkaRitvr_lG0nijUYk6bT4Oc4Fa9-myUgV3Yi9TbnzO/s400/DSC_6170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499275647138960802" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWgwXMbhO8Win610qTZUqTpx_ouPHk1adGWZwcr6PfgI7R3_ikSmRSraqn-PwYaWCeY6v7_RwrEIt_tok_waLoAPVSz7_hZPf0LiJxFZYwiy3dZOs6eK0ujrEq3FIXat8IvA2t_FFXqhKf/s1600/DSC_6173.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWgwXMbhO8Win610qTZUqTpx_ouPHk1adGWZwcr6PfgI7R3_ikSmRSraqn-PwYaWCeY6v7_RwrEIt_tok_waLoAPVSz7_hZPf0LiJxFZYwiy3dZOs6eK0ujrEq3FIXat8IvA2t_FFXqhKf/s400/DSC_6173.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499275653391555202" border="0" /></a><br />Photos from my weird ass view...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdzyj1VPp9xDTqaIICCGhXZY1HaEYbo4UTihZiJEFZY13cxo_qvBysYYovI4NyrvMONINhBFlQY-d0Wb8jTSvndVP8U5cNP3vaYAlzzbREKzWBn6LRd5sMNQ-_XIR_6n0fqve932NKLnMW/s1600/DSC_6180.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdzyj1VPp9xDTqaIICCGhXZY1HaEYbo4UTihZiJEFZY13cxo_qvBysYYovI4NyrvMONINhBFlQY-d0Wb8jTSvndVP8U5cNP3vaYAlzzbREKzWBn6LRd5sMNQ-_XIR_6n0fqve932NKLnMW/s400/DSC_6180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499275675573122978" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoDbFPm6FE8FkFS8ciDATCPCEyDgJEkgzHIjfWBR3BFgzDDdIhDZj0IUGWE3s8JVQdeqKZJJwIv9M8VSuYNkhgAsrpVANeFI27QrUbL3Wj9nk4UFiSrxbQyyNtUEZLMF94IlbO1J1H5YDR/s1600/DSC_6179.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoDbFPm6FE8FkFS8ciDATCPCEyDgJEkgzHIjfWBR3BFgzDDdIhDZj0IUGWE3s8JVQdeqKZJJwIv9M8VSuYNkhgAsrpVANeFI27QrUbL3Wj9nk4UFiSrxbQyyNtUEZLMF94IlbO1J1H5YDR/s400/DSC_6179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499275673427946258" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />I am sorry but I do believe that there photos I got were worth my painfully cramped curled toes that resulted from the evilness in my son's stare!!!<br /></div>Ann Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779030572996218825.post-13922297638050525332010-07-27T07:45:00.004-04:002010-07-27T07:54:04.911-04:00QT<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLqQWj7JQoitDu3R-t4eLDYJ9tdyG8IfScEEtZYWvRG_kr-0B7C6AZ-jbDQdcsqWQ0fXyhLNQTJOmNhoNMjOya_xUFlwA90EGNFLHOClhvE-NZyd372bHM-PXuTjp2IGQzyoxUDdovqCPs/s1600/DSC_6115.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLqQWj7JQoitDu3R-t4eLDYJ9tdyG8IfScEEtZYWvRG_kr-0B7C6AZ-jbDQdcsqWQ0fXyhLNQTJOmNhoNMjOya_xUFlwA90EGNFLHOClhvE-NZyd372bHM-PXuTjp2IGQzyoxUDdovqCPs/s400/DSC_6115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498551772715009570" border="0" /></a><br />My baby ain't so much of a baby anymore....<br /></div><br />It is a goooood thing.<br /><br />This week so far has been full of wonderful little moments like these.<br /><br />Hope to post more of these later....<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRVKFJnIaycKY7S5xRvl0Tu_oBsd9tZ8hiye-ptyMUdIMRKenIJ4vgH2-mDJZo61WKInGNYyhcIEJPuW5rlEQnRlZcKTf86BleMhZVbwS93nhrx7bFhMch0Z1CjveoXrmFEo0Cxa0C-tyR/s1600/DSC_6078.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRVKFJnIaycKY7S5xRvl0Tu_oBsd9tZ8hiye-ptyMUdIMRKenIJ4vgH2-mDJZo61WKInGNYyhcIEJPuW5rlEQnRlZcKTf86BleMhZVbwS93nhrx7bFhMch0Z1CjveoXrmFEo0Cxa0C-tyR/s400/DSC_6078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498551346149013410" border="0" /></a><br />All of a sudden the world just melts away and all you are left with is you and your dog.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUZq0h8wqJwJwnDxPpJOst0FSYx7QHM3Ta-MZ6FRc04Nb4G5CrjVjxpzWEWf_TpgIaHnMBQLg7Frz2WDbxnH6hk1OnjkWPWK3tqLD0_cDtn5ERclCXK1fjC_t8FV6gm4CnMWrVkKGyCjg-/s1600/DSC_6083.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUZq0h8wqJwJwnDxPpJOst0FSYx7QHM3Ta-MZ6FRc04Nb4G5CrjVjxpzWEWf_TpgIaHnMBQLg7Frz2WDbxnH6hk1OnjkWPWK3tqLD0_cDtn5ERclCXK1fjC_t8FV6gm4CnMWrVkKGyCjg-/s400/DSC_6083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498551761391071554" border="0" /></a>I stand here today with the whole world ahead of me for the taking... I just need to take that first step.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYMcktWoYTE3RxMGfraemtOe5TDFmA3V8TjcIAjQ7TIQOa1_MVTKEz3Y24S3tdGSIhc6H0uFH8qsl9vYfEE2s8eEv2AyQfl3vpYx3hU7utYjEhlElwwuOKKMk5GcBeSGFdWvHlwJX3S8D7/s1600/DSC_6111.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYMcktWoYTE3RxMGfraemtOe5TDFmA3V8TjcIAjQ7TIQOa1_MVTKEz3Y24S3tdGSIhc6H0uFH8qsl9vYfEE2s8eEv2AyQfl3vpYx3hU7utYjEhlElwwuOKKMk5GcBeSGFdWvHlwJX3S8D7/s400/DSC_6111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498551768082489426" border="0" /></a>"Yes I just said "Chhhheeeessseee!" but no one is going to believe you when you tell them I actually talk.." *Wink*<br /></div>Ann Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4779030572996218825.post-57387175723840282012010-07-25T00:01:00.002-04:002010-07-25T00:01:02.231-04:00New Point Comfort Light a different view...The shots I didn't show you yesterday.. Just some random things I took shots of that I liked...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAI-6f8fwaN_8bzPMDC_-GpQett1-jdRZ7Xjid7l4Hqutvh7QuRkjrjz0id0i_ba7P_D9axDssVsYKFbmZEjnCCTAE8BQ3w7eOTJkxSdT1Dbq0hv1gNSn6l_Xbgd-isU2GTmcQfrXa7LUJ/s1600/DSC_5661.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAI-6f8fwaN_8bzPMDC_-GpQett1-jdRZ7Xjid7l4Hqutvh7QuRkjrjz0id0i_ba7P_D9axDssVsYKFbmZEjnCCTAE8BQ3w7eOTJkxSdT1Dbq0hv1gNSn6l_Xbgd-isU2GTmcQfrXa7LUJ/s400/DSC_5661.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497277919746839586" border="0" /></a>The abandoned baby... I think he just didn't make it. It made me rather sad. The nest was built right on the little dock.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfqzYJ-JMPJF0ajO0xEJ9zm_j3JQMHyCN6uu544WDkJhrjSECcEQ61Sj4wSfS2tHE_Q6Gz-bawZygRrY5QdzcigqeqVsZUCXzhltP9PaqBBadm3Npo192_zAjOg8X-ooe3e9sbGH07PpWg/s1600/DSC_5677.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfqzYJ-JMPJF0ajO0xEJ9zm_j3JQMHyCN6uu544WDkJhrjSECcEQ61Sj4wSfS2tHE_Q6Gz-bawZygRrY5QdzcigqeqVsZUCXzhltP9PaqBBadm3Npo192_zAjOg8X-ooe3e9sbGH07PpWg/s400/DSC_5677.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497277932756191234" border="0" /></a>It is really just a window frame but I adored it..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj59wny9pgNyPHJe2KdA_9gVaqKc87OrDmRpqof1lO8IefQ4mQrHZiyDUfzXmQJsGclLh8fQjcsHz6cKrCvplJylC5TvWNdhsTGoDIdBpEBk9dE-LvjxST2hak_nioPnPCCj_AJ0qUxkG7B/s1600/DSC_5686.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj59wny9pgNyPHJe2KdA_9gVaqKc87OrDmRpqof1lO8IefQ4mQrHZiyDUfzXmQJsGclLh8fQjcsHz6cKrCvplJylC5TvWNdhsTGoDIdBpEBk9dE-LvjxST2hak_nioPnPCCj_AJ0qUxkG7B/s400/DSC_5686.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497277953350118722" border="0" /></a>Hmmmm this looks a bit lived in... like it is someones current home... nah...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpj_NeW-88bMMZTTZugapnne3RavFL6YpfiazWYiN8ITnOwLVOPJcyd4tCX_t-XIpYah8SLW7ei9lNPDMF2DUndhzosVhmHMO61g0qYZWl8ACaUS8konOV0KzEpaB3Pa0yc0Kzi9T9PArF/s1600/DSC_5727.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpj_NeW-88bMMZTTZugapnne3RavFL6YpfiazWYiN8ITnOwLVOPJcyd4tCX_t-XIpYah8SLW7ei9lNPDMF2DUndhzosVhmHMO61g0qYZWl8ACaUS8konOV0KzEpaB3Pa0yc0Kzi9T9PArF/s400/DSC_5727.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497278836340064370" border="0" /></a>Stand stones and a peek of a window (I hid the dead bird that was hung up in it)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihqLoxgKIJc7gnf4LPwyjlm7vAUUc1a1aleRbfoZgU7FY0lSMgteBOAFwH_nCSKQ6HAHiOv76wVxzRzx4KopW-Se37erdYBB8JVDY4-7mIgPIThKp22_JbGIXdb1cShuQDxVcnRUD-1qHV/s1600/DSC_5748.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihqLoxgKIJc7gnf4LPwyjlm7vAUUc1a1aleRbfoZgU7FY0lSMgteBOAFwH_nCSKQ6HAHiOv76wVxzRzx4KopW-Se37erdYBB8JVDY4-7mIgPIThKp22_JbGIXdb1cShuQDxVcnRUD-1qHV/s400/DSC_5748.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497279617165588642" border="0" /></a>Am I in a dungeon???<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvl8LUCg_vl6sQIptX7U7rzHhjbRgZ2z1nLfuAOrXzXh8oKyIbhjAWqVWDEX1a5eWDKnJKbfeXWqrfZNLqPFpTgTQ47WwwzGDI5gIb3ug3sjlPUZkCyq4c1FMD3fUh3nOgp5E1CQlsIBby/s1600/DSC_5682.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvl8LUCg_vl6sQIptX7U7rzHhjbRgZ2z1nLfuAOrXzXh8oKyIbhjAWqVWDEX1a5eWDKnJKbfeXWqrfZNLqPFpTgTQ47WwwzGDI5gIb3ug3sjlPUZkCyq4c1FMD3fUh3nOgp5E1CQlsIBby/s400/DSC_5682.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497277946510405794" border="0" /></a>What apparently happens to paint in salt air..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg466fHns0f5vW5a_E111KKD3N8xuZtBmKR2896e28uLEjmapnaedx6vz7VzU9v5N35f3MGoaxfjY5HfUpWhRpL3N4O7dby-x3hvdI1vvvOYmVx__YtBmJEZlJjM9XpLiC9TwQ4Zcc0_2Ad/s1600/DSC_5698.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg466fHns0f5vW5a_E111KKD3N8xuZtBmKR2896e28uLEjmapnaedx6vz7VzU9v5N35f3MGoaxfjY5HfUpWhRpL3N4O7dby-x3hvdI1vvvOYmVx__YtBmJEZlJjM9XpLiC9TwQ4Zcc0_2Ad/s400/DSC_5698.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497278828205935810" border="0" /></a>Sand Stone steps.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBdlgU9l8MRzslfslJ4DLsbA9OHeDValVuEJOXjtn4jNbwFXMJFDBQmKORmoE1jJkDeRLDE9jjCzzE-frjqnmOtUGl5cf1oL5rd035Ctu8b_L7apCPjsn56j7CJtA3Yh3jp6nTutlyuzGQ/s1600/DSC_5694.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBdlgU9l8MRzslfslJ4DLsbA9OHeDValVuEJOXjtn4jNbwFXMJFDBQmKORmoE1jJkDeRLDE9jjCzzE-frjqnmOtUGl5cf1oL5rd035Ctu8b_L7apCPjsn56j7CJtA3Yh3jp6nTutlyuzGQ/s400/DSC_5694.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497278816191217682" border="0" /></a>Underneath the steps...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyTGVN_VKdAMYEK1J_55lo-nLSYdv5WPfyQrXZf5W_oEQOPJcxwoYfcQguoIts6w8W3b4Islg85erHwQBE7BFyABy-Fa8GdzKxTqbVfc0RkdZJ3ph9PcHiziAO6nFaOxkOA-tzANUvqleu/s1600/DSC_5689.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyTGVN_VKdAMYEK1J_55lo-nLSYdv5WPfyQrXZf5W_oEQOPJcxwoYfcQguoIts6w8W3b4Islg85erHwQBE7BFyABy-Fa8GdzKxTqbVfc0RkdZJ3ph9PcHiziAO6nFaOxkOA-tzANUvqleu/s400/DSC_5689.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497278815276127666" border="0" /></a>Ladder to the top.. umm yea I used the thing...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJGm-c5YsCHcHoslSnqavZLKY037ADgyGAEDN5_KWZ0bD3vqwJMZXqrGRqLdCGMPKd0C8vgvBkCN8moVZhxUC_4_9RjfK57MdBFNCiqx-fYt-PRR9C4RAdYcPmSf_stDxbAHj51T6kVhUp/s1600/DSC_5738.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJGm-c5YsCHcHoslSnqavZLKY037ADgyGAEDN5_KWZ0bD3vqwJMZXqrGRqLdCGMPKd0C8vgvBkCN8moVZhxUC_4_9RjfK57MdBFNCiqx-fYt-PRR9C4RAdYcPmSf_stDxbAHj51T6kVhUp/s400/DSC_5738.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497278838531970082" border="0" /></a>See... I used it.. by the way that is a LONG way down.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuM8CPwHQ-sHYZI6sNSe7oijbKiFqW9hYHKdOue56-zr9rKpAQpHX8-gcXwJRYAgy8t-a_HlvranUrObSfdrMDrr00ldvwOOPkKnQTJWCWH8tjaBS4wtKI1p5vdxzfNpk9smwrxD1ZCbbX/s1600/DSC_5687.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuM8CPwHQ-sHYZI6sNSe7oijbKiFqW9hYHKdOue56-zr9rKpAQpHX8-gcXwJRYAgy8t-a_HlvranUrObSfdrMDrr00ldvwOOPkKnQTJWCWH8tjaBS4wtKI1p5vdxzfNpk9smwrxD1ZCbbX/s400/DSC_5687.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497277958447860546" border="0" /></a>Loose brick..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhKF1F7TeT8yAMpNiuohMxkmcCalQGyi_0iPSLrxd57J7R95a3wR_eZDmqcKMz0BTuDFIwdDXSomrUYXJykwQTU4G6wUhvWHfrM7oi2q9a2HPapRAFpdilfvOJTusT8ydmKvjDaq-oLoWI/s1600/DSC_5747.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhKF1F7TeT8yAMpNiuohMxkmcCalQGyi_0iPSLrxd57J7R95a3wR_eZDmqcKMz0BTuDFIwdDXSomrUYXJykwQTU4G6wUhvWHfrM7oi2q9a2HPapRAFpdilfvOJTusT8ydmKvjDaq-oLoWI/s400/DSC_5747.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497279602818113650" border="0" /></a>ACK!!!! We ended up NOT ALONE.. I knew that little home looked lived in!!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQVTzuE6a50MEQn62kIbm7HbdZwc9oANfMV7DmBDXbdqf0OkrbDdA-hg7Q4AW2u5KBqgdaUyPSsuSZ5t8z9Hnjpeaj3Bo3e90dur9-yO0wEnsmpriK2cA7SrRsdFKm-AshsJHZTqckjQME/s1600/DSC_5760.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQVTzuE6a50MEQn62kIbm7HbdZwc9oANfMV7DmBDXbdqf0OkrbDdA-hg7Q4AW2u5KBqgdaUyPSsuSZ5t8z9Hnjpeaj3Bo3e90dur9-yO0wEnsmpriK2cA7SrRsdFKm-AshsJHZTqckjQME/s400/DSC_5760.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497279607582436418" border="0" /></a><br />This little guy was MUCH more calm than the other dude...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOrLOar1yLNFMiCZRTViFz1Z_Bx7MQHTtHAbvpRuOnf7dNyHADG0APMjhr9fqMRnBj6ADtGCcetWNZIcSuEx_mNRLJaQHUKT7h1KVgCFDhE1o5h8VaCdCSyJeIuKs3rRk1P-DGW1I4uSTR/s1600/DSC_5762.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOrLOar1yLNFMiCZRTViFz1Z_Bx7MQHTtHAbvpRuOnf7dNyHADG0APMjhr9fqMRnBj6ADtGCcetWNZIcSuEx_mNRLJaQHUKT7h1KVgCFDhE1o5h8VaCdCSyJeIuKs3rRk1P-DGW1I4uSTR/s400/DSC_5762.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497283845952373778" border="0" /></a>Even when he doesn't look like such a little guy!!!!!<br /><br />heheheheheheAnn Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.com5