<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679</id><updated>2011-07-08T01:36:38.161-04:00</updated><category term='Friends'/><category term='Courage Lion Charity'/><category term='Soccer'/><category term='Horse'/><category term='Vacations'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Church'/><category term='Memorable Music'/><category term='Father&apos;s Day'/><category term='Charming Guests'/><category term='Psychic'/><category term='Mall Fiasco'/><title type='text'>MFBlog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-6439207759962040530</id><published>2010-02-10T23:48:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T12:11:46.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We have just shattered the record for most snowfall in a season with 80+ inches at BWI so far (old record was 62.5” in 1995-96, which I can recall as a mess). I have been working just to keep a path clear for our dog Cali to get outside when needed. Schools and work have been closed all week. Will see how much it takes to get out of the neighborhood in the morning.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Earlier in the week, part of the barn where our horse boards collapsed from the snow on the roof. Fortunately none of the horses were injured. Ours has been sick for the past month, so we have been at the farm just about every day since New Year’s taking care of her. Fortunately she finally got a clean bill of health from the vet, so we have not had to get out in this weather.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;My daughter is looking forward to getting her back in riding shape and seeing what the spring will bring for her eventing ambitions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/S3OM8E09uFI/AAAAAAAAAcM/k9WE1OKXCJQ/s1600-h/DSC_0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/S3OM8E09uFI/AAAAAAAAAcM/k9WE1OKXCJQ/s320/DSC_0021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436844138882250834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/S3OM7-XFJII/AAAAAAAAAcE/ATAo9oNjJ54/s1600-h/DSC_0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/S3OM7-XFJII/AAAAAAAAAcE/ATAo9oNjJ54/s320/DSC_0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436844137146295426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have been trying to get some work done, some house cleaning done… some TV watching done ;-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have finally downloaded my photos from the camera:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February 8 – Goodbye lunch for John&lt;/span&gt; – off to join the Air Force.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/S3OM8sgoChI/AAAAAAAAAcU/O791EAzIOk8/s1600-h/IMG_0233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/S3OM8sgoChI/AAAAAAAAAcU/O791EAzIOk8/s320/IMG_0233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436844149534362130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February 6 – First Blizzard of 2010&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/S3OM7XysRNI/AAAAAAAAAb0/FKdrzF3rOB8/s1600-h/DSC_0097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/S3OM7XysRNI/AAAAAAAAAb0/FKdrzF3rOB8/s320/DSC_0097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436844126793123026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Spent the weekend snowed in with AM and her kids. The snowblower made good work of the driveway and we were out and about before too long. I managed to get back to my house on Monday to check on things, pick up the daughter and check on the farm and horse.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Post-Christmas/New Year’s in Williamburg&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After AM’s surgery just before Christmas (removing the screws from her ankle break – see &lt;a href="http://handywoman.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html"&gt;September 2007&lt;/a&gt;), we decided to head to Williamsburg to get out of town and do some recuperation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/S3ONPlTjBXI/AAAAAAAAAc0/yyPqmgFt3XE/s1600-h/IMG_0221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/S3ONPlTjBXI/AAAAAAAAAc0/yyPqmgFt3XE/s320/IMG_0221.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436844474017973618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We checked out some restaurants, saw a play called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Social Security&lt;/span&gt; and heard the glass armonica and other interesting instruments at the &lt;a href="http://www.crystalconcert.com/"&gt;Crystal Concert&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/S3OM7tUJDFI/AAAAAAAAAb8/2QlsFDZciws/s1600-h/IMG_0223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/S3OM7tUJDFI/AAAAAAAAAb8/2QlsFDZciws/s320/IMG_0223.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436844132570565714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Shot some pool at the &lt;a href="http://www.thecornerpocket.us/"&gt;Corner Pocket&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/S3ONPvoX8mI/AAAAAAAAAc8/l9X7MNfn47k/s1600-h/DSC_0085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/S3ONPvoX8mI/AAAAAAAAAc8/l9X7MNfn47k/s320/DSC_0085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436844476789682786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Had a special wine tasting at the &lt;a href="http://www.williamsburgwinery.com/"&gt;Williamsburg Winery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;December 19&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; – First big snowstorm of the season&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/S3ONPWAOoII/AAAAAAAAAcs/xF0J6_nPsbM/s1600-h/DSC_0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/S3ONPWAOoII/AAAAAAAAAcs/xF0J6_nPsbM/s320/DSC_0055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436844469910413442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;December 12 - Annapolis Christmas Lights Boat Parade&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/S3ONO1AnuKI/AAAAAAAAAck/wvLs_7tGbqM/s1600-h/DSC_0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/S3ONO1AnuKI/AAAAAAAAAck/wvLs_7tGbqM/s320/DSC_0051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436844461053687970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;AM’s oldest, who is in the sea scouts, took part in the parade again this year. The parade ended with fireworks over the harbor. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;November – Thanksgiving&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/S3ONOiU9ZXI/AAAAAAAAAcc/jPiszCRwixs/s1600-h/DSC_0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/S3ONOiU9ZXI/AAAAAAAAAcc/jPiszCRwixs/s320/DSC_0009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436844456038720882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I made my scalloped potatoes, which is becoming my signature dish by request (from Julia Child’s cookbook). Ann’s youngest and friend rolling out the crusts for our pies.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;September – Columbia Grand Prix&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/S3ONWRUUo9I/AAAAAAAAAdM/_-oTWSTaUFE/s1600-h/DSC_0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/S3ONWRUUo9I/AAAAAAAAAdM/_-oTWSTaUFE/s320/DSC_0109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436844588911600594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Our annual local show, also went to the Washington International Horse Show in October.&lt;br /&gt;Oh – and one last note. This is my 100&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; post to my blog. Finally! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-6439207759962040530?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/6439207759962040530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=6439207759962040530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/6439207759962040530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/6439207759962040530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2010/02/we-have-just-shattered-record-for-most.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/S3OM8E09uFI/AAAAAAAAAcM/k9WE1OKXCJQ/s72-c/DSC_0021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-1516695379680693929</id><published>2009-09-25T15:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T19:07:44.575-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;September 12, 2009 - Merry Acres Benefit Show&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/Sr0faTJDudI/AAAAAAAAAbs/wcl--w-7ZWk/s320/DSC_0090.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385495266080307666" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a while since we were at a competition,  most of the trips away from the farm lately have been for schooling.   But we managed to get everything together and over to a nearby farm for this event.   Maya looked good, as did my daughter.  She did Intro A and Beginner Novice Dressage tests - no jumping or cross country this time.    They looked great and won second in Intro A and first in the Beginner Novice classes.  Her trainer thought she should have won both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I managed to get a video clip this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-25c0a8d84efa1edc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D25c0a8d84efa1edc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331181533%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4C0DB0AAA05962710D951C34963EE84D40E42562.312D344E7B4F3A1A59FA66D6F85E8392096B5F5C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D25c0a8d84efa1edc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DooLZf7q-mn3nc-gEZcEnL9kDTqE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D25c0a8d84efa1edc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331181533%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4C0DB0AAA05962710D951C34963EE84D40E42562.312D344E7B4F3A1A59FA66D6F85E8392096B5F5C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D25c0a8d84efa1edc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DooLZf7q-mn3nc-gEZcEnL9kDTqE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are doing so well together :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-1516695379680693929?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/1516695379680693929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=1516695379680693929' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/1516695379680693929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/1516695379680693929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2009/09/september-12-2009-merry-acres-benefit.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/Sr0faTJDudI/AAAAAAAAAbs/wcl--w-7ZWk/s72-c/DSC_0090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-7607543399048494072</id><published>2009-09-18T00:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T00:33:22.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;September 2 - 7, 2009 - Seattle Trip &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We jetted off to Seattle to visit with AM's friends Kim and Mark over the Labor Day weekend.  We started off the first day there with a trek into Seattle to see some of the sites.  The troll under the bridge was our first stop.  Then we headed down by the water to wander around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SrMJNvehOpI/AAAAAAAAAa0/HMroFo4_65U/s1600-h/DSC_0227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SrMJNvehOpI/AAAAAAAAAa0/HMroFo4_65U/s320/DSC_0227.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382656111325297298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SrMJNOzN9jI/AAAAAAAAAas/cQrIj96h_8Y/s1600-h/DSC_0243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SrMJNOzN9jI/AAAAAAAAAas/cQrIj96h_8Y/s320/DSC_0243.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382656102553744946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day two, we headed off to hike up to &lt;a href="http://www.visitrainier.com/index.php?&amp;amp;gigpag=hike&amp;amp;id=21"&gt;Mt Freemont Lookout&lt;/a&gt;.  I hadn't hiked anywhere in years, but managed the climb, even though at times I had to take some deep breaths and just watch my feet, since the path was narrow and the dropoff distracting.  When we took a moment to stop and look around, the views were amazing.  Mt Ranier was just a ridge or two away, and the top was clear in the morning as we were driving there, but was covered in clouds by the time we made the hike.  It was a 5.5 hour trek for us, and my tired feet were thankful when we finally got back to the car.  I am glad we did it, and I have a ton of great photos (just a few here), and I did not feel at all guilty having a big dinner that night. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SrMJMO7t9fI/AAAAAAAAAac/aP1vMLzmlW8/s1600-h/DSC_0323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SrMJMO7t9fI/AAAAAAAAAac/aP1vMLzmlW8/s320/DSC_0323.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382656085409527282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SrMMGVZFnEI/AAAAAAAAAbk/EBXRCmbGI-o/s1600-h/DSC_0379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SrMMGVZFnEI/AAAAAAAAAbk/EBXRCmbGI-o/s320/DSC_0379.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382659282598992962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SrMJMu6h9-I/AAAAAAAAAak/fbHR7qRZTUI/s1600-h/DSC_0322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SrMJMu6h9-I/AAAAAAAAAak/fbHR7qRZTUI/s320/DSC_0322.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382656093994481634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day three and four, we headed back into the city to see &lt;a href="http://www.pikeplacemarket.org/frameset.asp?flash=true"&gt;Pike's Place market&lt;/a&gt;.  There was tempting food around every corner. The Original Starbucks was a stop, as well as the fish market where they were throwing fish to each other.  We stopped at &lt;a href="http://www.beechershandmadecheese.com/"&gt;Beecher's cheese shop&lt;/a&gt; and picked up some snacks before heading back for Wii Sports challenges with our hosts.  Also picked up some delicious apple cinnamon rolls from &lt;a href="http://www.piroshkybakery.com/"&gt;Piroshsky Bakery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SrMJOCwQ-AI/AAAAAAAAAa8/uXpFAzRHvec/s1600-h/DSC_0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SrMJOCwQ-AI/AAAAAAAAAa8/uXpFAzRHvec/s320/DSC_0032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382656116500002818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SrMMEpmXKiI/AAAAAAAAAbM/QGV3MCBaHV0/s1600-h/DSC_0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SrMMEpmXKiI/AAAAAAAAAbM/QGV3MCBaHV0/s320/DSC_0048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382659253663640098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't get up anything here.. but what an interesting idea for a store... all kilts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SrMMFF4AqXI/AAAAAAAAAbU/RUA3nCw758Y/s1600-h/DSC_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SrMMFF4AqXI/AAAAAAAAAbU/RUA3nCw758Y/s320/DSC_0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382659261253855602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lovely trip.. we got to meet the &lt;a href="http://missbunnytales.blogspot.com/"&gt;only bunny we know that has her own blog&lt;/a&gt;.  She is very cute and did not seem to mind us in her guest room for a few nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SrMMEdgFNKI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Um6dYrK9JI8/s1600-h/DSC_0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SrMMEdgFNKI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Um6dYrK9JI8/s320/DSC_0054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382659250416071842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August 30, 2009 - Bench Dedication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neighborhood where my Dad used to live had a touching dedication of a bench that holds the names of residents who are now gone, but made contributions to the neighborhood. So far there are three, including my Dad. Betsy was there to help dedicate it, along with a large group of neighbors. The bench sits on the corner as you come into the development, a very thoughtful gesture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SrMMFnVEujI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Dz-LmoOFXbs/s1600-h/IMG_0170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SrMMFnVEujI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Dz-LmoOFXbs/s320/IMG_0170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382659270234126898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting caught up...  no horse pictures lately you say?  Coming...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-7607543399048494072?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/7607543399048494072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=7607543399048494072' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/7607543399048494072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/7607543399048494072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2009/09/september-2-7-2009-seattle-trip-we.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SrMJNvehOpI/AAAAAAAAAa0/HMroFo4_65U/s72-c/DSC_0227.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-1048422882539071890</id><published>2009-09-17T00:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T23:00:34.594-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess I am on a bimonthly blog schedule at this point.  Somewhat related to when I download all the photos of my memory card.  I am going to have to post these over several days, since I have too many photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August 8 - Day Trip to Philadelphia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM and I shot up 95 to meet up with friends Linne and Kenny.  Did the touristy things and saw the Liberty Bell, the &lt;a href="http://www.napoleonexhibit.com/"&gt;Napolean exhibit&lt;/a&gt; at the &lt;a href="http://www.constitutioncenter.org/ncc_home_Landing.aspx"&gt;National Constitution Center&lt;/a&gt;, had an authentic Philly Cheesesteak at Campos, wandered over to see The Betsy Ross house (but were prevented from that site by the arrival of Michelle Obama and daughters, who were doing their own site-seeing that day), dropped by the &lt;a href="http://www2.fi.edu/"&gt;Franklin Institute&lt;/a&gt; later in the day and had a look at the Star Trek Exhibit.  Walking back to where the car was parked, we saw two weddings have photos done at a local fountain square.  It was a great day trip... we came back with an interesting souvenir, a lenticular photo of us from the Star Trek exhibit.  When you change the angle, we disappear from the transporter pad.  Yes, it is the geekiest souvenir ever! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SrHBaMN7JzI/AAAAAAAAAaM/6Zrn6EP8EEU/s1600-h/DSC_0153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SrHBaMN7JzI/AAAAAAAAAaM/6Zrn6EP8EEU/s320/DSC_0153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382295685384841010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SrHCOs9E-XI/AAAAAAAAAaU/N7l5SmXrCo0/s1600-h/IMG_0160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SrHCOs9E-XI/AAAAAAAAAaU/N7l5SmXrCo0/s320/IMG_0160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382296587525749106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SrHBZ5oEa5I/AAAAAAAAAaE/838xqDMn4Kw/s1600-h/DSC_0190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SrHBZ5oEa5I/AAAAAAAAAaE/838xqDMn4Kw/s320/DSC_0190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382295680394226578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SrHBZVipV4I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/zNFc2TqOxoA/s1600-h/DSC_0204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SrHBZVipV4I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/zNFc2TqOxoA/s320/DSC_0204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382295670707804034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SrHBYw0CcHI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/DqGZDXkKp4Y/s1600-h/DSC_0212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SrHBYw0CcHI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/DqGZDXkKp4Y/s320/DSC_0212.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382295660848640114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-1048422882539071890?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/1048422882539071890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=1048422882539071890' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/1048422882539071890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/1048422882539071890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-guess-i-am-on-bimonthly-blog-schedule.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SrHBaMN7JzI/AAAAAAAAAaM/6Zrn6EP8EEU/s72-c/DSC_0153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-55208644484448905</id><published>2009-07-07T23:23:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T23:32:03.564-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Where does the time go?  When we last left off we were starting shopping for a new horse.   We trekked around Virginia a bit, found a horse we liked… it sold before we could even get our trainer to look at the videos we had taken.  Drove up to Pennsylvania and looked at another, then found a good candidate at a farm south of Frederick, just 40 minutes from our house.  A trip out with the trainer, check out by the veterinarian and a check out of my bank account later and we had a new horse.  This one is now called Maya.  She is a beautiful mare and with any luck will be all the horse my daughter will need for a long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Updates:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 4-5, 2009 – Willy Wonka and 4th of July party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SlQTSzK-y3I/AAAAAAAAAZk/TPiUdpThbSc/s1600-h/DSC_0194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SlQTSzK-y3I/AAAAAAAAAZk/TPiUdpThbSc/s320/DSC_0194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355927070545202034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SlQS5lXTJvI/AAAAAAAAAY8/jSskpofaEFo/s1600-h/DSC_0172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SlQS5lXTJvI/AAAAAAAAAY8/jSskpofaEFo/s320/DSC_0172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355926637342041842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SlQS5YpC3QI/AAAAAAAAAY0/wmUM5tkgkwo/s1600-h/DSC_0188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SlQS5YpC3QI/AAAAAAAAAY0/wmUM5tkgkwo/s320/DSC_0188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355926633926810882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed the last two performances of the CCPC theater troupe performances.  AM’s youngest and Peggy’s daughter were in the production.  It was a lot of fun.   After the Saturday performance we all headed back to AM’s for a cookout, pool party and fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 21-28, 2009 Outer Banks vacation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SlQSAUWkMLI/AAAAAAAAAYU/SCRQxCA4CR8/s1600-h/DSC_0300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SlQSAUWkMLI/AAAAAAAAAYU/SCRQxCA4CR8/s320/DSC_0300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355925653523017906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SlQSACJp1VI/AAAAAAAAAYM/HFUmXY7peLo/s1600-h/DSC_0329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SlQSACJp1VI/AAAAAAAAAYM/HFUmXY7peLo/s320/DSC_0329.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355925648637023570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SlQS67AZNTI/AAAAAAAAAZU/6AS86gxINc4/s1600-h/DSC_0342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SlQS67AZNTI/AAAAAAAAAZU/6AS86gxINc4/s320/DSC_0342.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355926660331418930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SlQS6k69wGI/AAAAAAAAAZM/ROndHvhjXmg/s1600-h/DSC_0155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SlQS6k69wGI/AAAAAAAAAZM/ROndHvhjXmg/s320/DSC_0155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355926654403068002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SlQS58uIloI/AAAAAAAAAZE/lJNr9eBfVS4/s1600-h/IMG_0151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SlQS58uIloI/AAAAAAAAAZE/lJNr9eBfVS4/s320/IMG_0151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355926643611833986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We packed up for a week at the beach.  It was AM and her three kids and three of their friends, along with me, my daughter, and her friend.  Peggy came and joined us for a few days as well.  We had a great time…  beautiful weather.  Had to rent a big Ford van along with AM’s Saturn Vue to get all these kids and our stuff down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 19, 2009 – School’s Out for Summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (singing along with Alice Cooper)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The freshman year in high school is done.  Phew!  It was a lot of new experiences for all of us,  getting her to school by 7:20 am was no fun, but we have a few months off before we start that again!  Ended up with a 3.0 overall, so we are all pretty happy with that… but always room for improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June 18, 2009 - New Horse arrives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SlQSBsDAv_I/AAAAAAAAAYs/1nJk_LfazwA/s1600-h/DSC_0203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SlQSBsDAv_I/AAAAAAAAAYs/1nJk_LfazwA/s320/DSC_0203.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355925677063323634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SlQSAzJqDmI/AAAAAAAAAYk/tpT3njrezlA/s1600-h/DSC_0158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SlQSAzJqDmI/AAAAAAAAAYk/tpT3njrezlA/s320/DSC_0158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355925661790375522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SlQTSt-JvsI/AAAAAAAAAZc/F0CrdG16URM/s1600-h/DSC_0195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SlQTSt-JvsI/AAAAAAAAAZc/F0CrdG16URM/s320/DSC_0195.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355927069149216450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya arrives at the farm a week or so after my daughter’s 15th birthday.   Wasn’t really planning a horse being a birthday present, just sort of worked out that way. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June 9, 2009 - My daughter’s 15th birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner out with her mom at her favorite restaurant – The Melting Pot.   That weekend, I had her and a couple of friends sleep over and do some shopping at the Columbia Mall.  Happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly – caught this license plate on one of our jaunts to Hunt Valley.  So true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SlQSAkCJQfI/AAAAAAAAAYc/dTcsH85K_tA/s1600-h/DSC_0217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SlQSAkCJQfI/AAAAAAAAAYc/dTcsH85K_tA/s320/DSC_0217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355925657732334066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-55208644484448905?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/55208644484448905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=55208644484448905' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/55208644484448905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/55208644484448905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-does-time-go-when-we-last-left.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SlQTSzK-y3I/AAAAAAAAAZk/TPiUdpThbSc/s72-c/DSC_0194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-5657581947922097780</id><published>2009-05-12T23:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T00:00:10.739-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Remember me?  I used to blog here...  Things have been a little busy lately.. but I will try to do a quick catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mentioned in my last post, we have been leasing Lilly... this has resulted in spending about 4 evenings a week at the farm, and then usually Saturday as well.  The daughter has been making great progress with her jumping and has started entering some shows away from the farm.   I had to get a crash course on saddles so we could find the two she would need.  Long flap, forward flap, close contact, adjustable gullet, deep seat... these were all terms I had to learn in this endevor, including a lot of driving around to tack shops, testing saddles, and then returning them to try another... phew.. that is done!  We now have a Bates Caprilli Dressage saddle, and a Collegiate Convertible Diploma saddle for jumping.  I even learned how to change the gullets so they would fit Lilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next adventure starts this Friday...  Lilly's owner has told us that she is going to need to sell Lilly, and while we do love this horse.. she's a bit small for my daughter longterm, so rather than purchase her ourselves, we are going to start looking for another horse.  We plan to drive to Virginia on Friday (only about 90 minutes with luck) to look at a few potential replacements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for all the stuff that has happened since February, here are a few photos and links.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May 10 - Mother's Day&lt;/span&gt; -  a beautiful day at AM's.  The Dad's cooked quite a feast for the seven mother's in attendance.  See - &lt;a href="http://byrtlesgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day-2009.html"&gt;http://byrtlesgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day-2009.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May 4 - Annual Golf Tournament&lt;/span&gt; -  Two years now that AM and I have known each other.. it keeps getting better all the time!  So is her golf game, she made some great shots! She played through a pretty lousy golfing day in the rain.  I am a very lucky fellow to have this wonderful woman in my life!  Anne posted a bit about the golf day on her blog - &lt;a href="http://anneshouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/fore.html"&gt;http://anneshouse.blogspot.com/2009/05/fore.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 3 - Horse Trials at Equilibrium &lt;/span&gt;- The first horse trials show for my daughter and Lilly.  It was a miserable rainy day, but a good learning experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/Sgo_scEFOEI/AAAAAAAAAXs/XGf75i4eF2Q/s1600-h/DSC_0291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/Sgo_scEFOEI/AAAAAAAAAXs/XGf75i4eF2Q/s320/DSC_0291.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335146741253879874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/Sgo_sOedKlI/AAAAAAAAAXk/nDq7nKhVNiM/s1600-h/DSC_0282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/Sgo_sOedKlI/AAAAAAAAAXk/nDq7nKhVNiM/s320/DSC_0282.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335146737606404690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April 30 - Schooling show at Iron Bridge&lt;/span&gt; -  getting experience with cross country courses at the farms that will be having horse trials later in the season.   AM and I went to the "Symphony with a Twist" in Baltimore that night, last one.. the series is being discontinued.  Next year it will be called "Off the Cuff" and a slightly different format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/Sgo_sOSz7pI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3P62pNzqZ6c/s1600-h/DSC_0257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/Sgo_sOSz7pI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3P62pNzqZ6c/s320/DSC_0257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335146737557565074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 29&lt;/span&gt; - Went to see my daughter's friend ride in a horse show at the Prince George's Equestrian Center. She won grand champion.  It was a muddy mess after several days of rain, but a sunny day for the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/Sgo_xlEAouI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Lh6FhurQtJk/s1600-h/DSC_0219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/Sgo_xlEAouI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Lh6FhurQtJk/s320/DSC_0219.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335146829568844514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 19-22 - Memphis Trip&lt;/span&gt; - attended the ASIS&amp;amp;T conference.  AM came along and did some sightseeing while I was in the meetings.  It was a geekfest.. which I sort of fit in with ;-)  It was nice to see Memphis again, I lived there when I was young, just starting school.   AM has a nice description - &lt;a href="http://handywoman.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-youve-never-been-to-memphis-you.html"&gt;http://handywoman.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-youve-never-been-to-memphis-you.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/Sgo_sn5dWRI/AAAAAAAAAX8/hYcro0vLUfU/s1600-h/IMG_0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/Sgo_sn5dWRI/AAAAAAAAAX8/hYcro0vLUfU/s320/IMG_0096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335146744430549266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a few highlights.  I have also been enjoying AM's kids events, chorus concerts, lacrosse games, her oldest was in a production of "All Shook Up", which was very entertaining.  I am lucky to have the company of such talented and entertaining kids... mine included! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to get a chance to get out and read some other blogs and post some comments, but when you work with computers all day (and part of the night lately), you really want a break from reading and typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a great Mother's Day and are looking forward to the summer vacations coming soon :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and have to add this... it's too cute.  See how puzzled kittens get with computers that don't have a mouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/Sgo_svULToI/AAAAAAAAAX0/jvr3b7uP_ws/s1600-h/IMG_0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/Sgo_svULToI/AAAAAAAAAX0/jvr3b7uP_ws/s320/IMG_0068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335146746421661314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-5657581947922097780?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/5657581947922097780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=5657581947922097780' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/5657581947922097780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/5657581947922097780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2009/05/remember-me-i-used-to-blog-here.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/Sgo_scEFOEI/AAAAAAAAAXs/XGf75i4eF2Q/s72-c/DSC_0291.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-6572815439217327638</id><published>2009-02-12T00:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T10:00:49.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We have a new addition to the family, her name is Lilly and she is a cute little thing.  We have sort of adopted her... OK, it's a horse.  We have her on a "free" lease, which means we only have to pay for board, vet and farrier... not so "free", but she and the daughter have bonded already in the short three days they have been together.  This horse has a lot of potential.. she has not been ridden much over the past year, but is cantering around the ring (sometimes on the wrong lead) and even jumped a fence or two. My daughter is delighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SZOwPrqGudI/AAAAAAAAAWw/sGEiPoZy-jM/s1600-h/DSC_0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SZOwPrqGudI/AAAAAAAAAWw/sGEiPoZy-jM/s320/DSC_0041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301774969809058258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SZOwPidJzII/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Q_KZlu0J0U/s1600-h/DSC_0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SZOwPidJzII/AAAAAAAAAWo/7Q_KZlu0J0U/s320/DSC_0048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301774967338814594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend AM, Julie and I played tourist in Baltimore and visited the Visionary Art Museum.  Visionary means that they have no formal training, and from the descriptions of the artists, many of them had some mental issues, or at least induced some artificially.  There were some very interesting exhibits, including a model of the Lusitania made from 190,000 toothpicks.  There was also artwork made from matchsticks, telephone wire, and others from recycled junk.  Definitely worth a visit if you happen to be in Baltimore.  From there we dined at the Rusty Scupper with a nice view of the harbor, then up to the Charles Theater for a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SZOwPiJmFqI/AAAAAAAAAXA/mK2KGh59ucc/s1600-h/DSC_0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SZOwPiJmFqI/AAAAAAAAAXA/mK2KGh59ucc/s320/DSC_0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301774967256782498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SZOwPtIOTvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/R2va3y1C_Us/s1600-h/DSC_0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SZOwPtIOTvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/R2va3y1C_Us/s320/DSC_0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301774970203819762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I finally got this photo off my iPhone.. its AM and Livingston Taylor from the concert we attended a few weeks back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SZOwPd-kyxI/AAAAAAAAAWg/uXw_H9n0bbA/s1600-h/IMG_0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SZOwPd-kyxI/AAAAAAAAAWg/uXw_H9n0bbA/s320/IMG_0046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301774966136818450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a wonderful Valentine's Day.  We will be celebrating that, along with AM and her Dad's birthdays this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-6572815439217327638?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/6572815439217327638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=6572815439217327638' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/6572815439217327638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/6572815439217327638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-have-new-addition-to-family-her-name.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SZOwPrqGudI/AAAAAAAAAWw/sGEiPoZy-jM/s72-c/DSC_0041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-6332627929307722935</id><published>2009-01-20T22:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:48:20.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was going to write about the inauguration, but my &lt;a href="http://handywoman.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-sipping-my-glass-of-champagne-that.html"&gt;sweetheart&lt;/a&gt; expressed things so much better than I ever can.  I was inspired by our new president, his eloquence, his grasp of what this country means, the tasks that lie before us.  I feel like he has the tools to move things forward, if we can just overcome politics as usual in this country.  I did miss out on the champagne toast with AM and her oldest, but I hope to toast many of this president's accomplishments in the future. As for the rest of today, I had to get home to a less than healthy young lady.  This week is high school midterms, so she dragged herself into school for the test, but then home soon after since she was not feeling so well.  Hopefully we will make it through the rest of this week of half days and exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got around to downloading my memory card in my camera, so here are a few samples of the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our post Christmas trip to DC...  playing tourists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SXaZtpZxRVI/AAAAAAAAAWY/9r1CcRhUqDY/s1600-h/DSC_0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SXaZtpZxRVI/AAAAAAAAAWY/9r1CcRhUqDY/s320/DSC_0031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293587421507700050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SXaZtVS8drI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/C1mTBfAzZgs/s1600-h/DSC_0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SXaZtVS8drI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/C1mTBfAzZgs/s320/DSC_0037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293587416110364338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SXaZtXK1bCI/AAAAAAAAAWI/fQefNzCVoGM/s1600-h/DSC_0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SXaZtXK1bCI/AAAAAAAAAWI/fQefNzCVoGM/s320/DSC_0042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293587416613219362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SXaZtHEumAI/AAAAAAAAAWA/AfIZPbxNu9Y/s1600-h/DSC_0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SXaZtHEumAI/AAAAAAAAAWA/AfIZPbxNu9Y/s320/DSC_0055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293587412292638722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The noisier of the two new kittens that took up residence with AM over the Christmas break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SXaZtH-GCJI/AAAAAAAAAV4/QZsxt6ZNDvY/s1600-h/DSC_0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SXaZtH-GCJI/AAAAAAAAAV4/QZsxt6ZNDvY/s320/DSC_0071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293587412533250194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-6332627929307722935?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/6332627929307722935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=6332627929307722935' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/6332627929307722935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/6332627929307722935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-was-going-to-write-about-inauguration.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SXaZtpZxRVI/AAAAAAAAAWY/9r1CcRhUqDY/s72-c/DSC_0031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-126544517941738821</id><published>2008-12-22T00:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T01:07:56.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been negligent in my blogging for a while now.  Seems that when you miss doing it for a week or so, its even harder to get started again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have all my shopping done and just a few things left to wrap.   AM, her kids, my daughter and myself will be doing our gift exchange tomorrow.   Should be a fun day!   Then have to work Tuesday and Wednesday before a nice break for Christmas.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't bore you all with a long catchup on all the things going on in the last month, but will summarize thusly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work, Farm, Taking care of my daughter, Meetings, Commuting, Lovely days spent with AM and family, Shopping, Decorating, Wrapping, Yoga, Working on web sites, sleeping, eating... you get the picture.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. Thanksgiving went very well... had AM and a portion of her family, my mom and daughter on hand... the food turned out well and the company was wonderful.  It was an inauguration of sort for the new kitchen.. at least I know the oven works now.  :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of photos from the iPhone -   The daughter, friend and horse Max,   AM, and the actresses from the recent holiday performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SU8oeTOjebI/AAAAAAAAAVo/SnpnCBC8sR8/s1600-h/Max-M%26T.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SU8oeTOjebI/AAAAAAAAAVo/SnpnCBC8sR8/s320/Max-M%26T.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282485388951386546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SU8sZJMDqqI/AAAAAAAAAVw/_F-PWUJCc-Q/s1600-h/AM-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SU8sZJMDqqI/AAAAAAAAAVw/_F-PWUJCc-Q/s320/AM-L.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282489698403723938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still getting the hang of the new toy... but its been a great replacement for my old iPod and Palm Treo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a wonderful Christmas and New Year (just in case I go another month between posts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-126544517941738821?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/126544517941738821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=126544517941738821' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/126544517941738821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/126544517941738821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-have-been-negligent-in-my-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SU8oeTOjebI/AAAAAAAAAVo/SnpnCBC8sR8/s72-c/Max-M%26T.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-1911307594581776210</id><published>2008-11-13T23:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:41:13.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A few weeks back I mentioned that one home improvement project seems to lead to another... well those continue, still doors to paint, ceilings to touch-up.  But I have been wonderfully distracted by my iPhone that AM gave me for my birthday.  A new system to set up and customize... well, that led to a purging of my contact list and calendars before I put them on the phone.  Do I really need the number for my daughter's elementary school health room any more? She is in high school after all.  The dentist we used two dentist's ago.. nah, that can go to. I whittled the list down by a hundred or so numbers. Some I couldn't even recognize!  It felt good to start with a more organized slate of people that I may need to get in touch with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having somehow stimulated these organizational brain circuits.. I spent several hours the other day clearing out the old stuff in the basement.  I have a lot of big plastic bins that are great at hiding away things that should have been thrown out or given away years ago.  Boxes of stuffed animals, old toys, unpaired shoes.. out they went, or were sorted into boxes to go to the charities.  Still much to do.. but I am making progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a bit concerned about what's next, my computer desktop and all its files?  The garage?  Maybe I will just go back to enjoying my iPhone.. probably could use a new playlist for that.  I have several in my ITunes that need to be purged and redone.  Oh no.. its happening again. Someone please make it stop!  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-1911307594581776210?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/1911307594581776210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=1911307594581776210' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/1911307594581776210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/1911307594581776210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2008/11/few-weeks-back-i-mentioned-that-one.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-6625253076606950502</id><published>2008-11-07T14:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T15:24:59.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't feel any older...  a little achy after going to the gym on Monday and Wednesday, but that is pretty much par for the course.   The new recycling bin that arrived on my curb on Tuesday should have been a clue.  Then AM calling to wish me a happy birthday yesterday morning tipped me off.   It was my 47th yesterday. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some lovely notes from friends on Facebook.  Almost all my meetings at work were canceled (sort of a gift in a way).  Then we all met up for dinner in Burtonsville last night.   AM, her kids, mom, dad, sister and brother-in-law, my mom and daughter.  It was a lovely celebration.   I am a very lucky fellow to have such wonderful people in my life.   And sometime in the next few days I will go get my new iPhone that AM gave me for my birthday.   Then I just have to figure out what to get with my mom's nice monetary gift.  Any suggestions?    Putting it towards a new sliding door to the deck just doesn't seem right.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday AM and I will join Linna for a Yoga retreat.  That should be a relaxing day!  Maybe I will get a lot of eye pillows?  ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-6625253076606950502?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/6625253076606950502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=6625253076606950502' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/6625253076606950502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/6625253076606950502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-dont-feel-any-older.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-1741371792738710659</id><published>2008-10-31T00:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T00:25:30.432-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SQqIiVp7XUI/AAAAAAAAAR8/5oHi4jYHfTw/s1600-h/DSC_0076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SQqIiVp7XUI/AAAAAAAAAR8/5oHi4jYHfTw/s320/DSC_0076.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263169238045777218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an surprising turn of events, last weekend we sold our horse, Pilgrim.  He is going to a lovely new home in Pennsylvania tomorrow, to be the first horse for a new young lady.  I expect he will be pampered and loved as he was by my daughter.  For my daughter it is both an exciting time, as she prepares (and starts saving money) for her new horse, and a sad time as she has to say goodbye to her first one.  One good thing is her friend in Pennsylvania doesn't live too far away, so they can visit from time to time.  Also, she had a wonderful lesson riding a new horse, Max, on Wednesday.. she was jumping and cantering so much more than Pilly was able to do, and she had a big smile and renewed energy and confidence.  I enjoyed watching her... these are the times that all the hours spent at the farm are most worthwhile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we will send him on his way with our love.. and my thanks for taking care of my daughter, not causing her any injuries in those two years, and being a good boy (most of the time) ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-1741371792738710659?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/1741371792738710659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=1741371792738710659' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/1741371792738710659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/1741371792738710659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-surprising-turn-of-events-last.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SQqIiVp7XUI/AAAAAAAAAR8/5oHi4jYHfTw/s72-c/DSC_0076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-2467357497697242875</id><published>2008-10-20T22:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T23:09:08.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SP1HgbO_aXI/AAAAAAAAARc/q2XPnTkrNrg/s1600-h/DSC_0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SP1HgbO_aXI/AAAAAAAAARc/q2XPnTkrNrg/s320/DSC_0069.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259438562230626674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SP1HgpWRG3I/AAAAAAAAARk/DHRqQdOOEFw/s1600-h/DSC_0066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SP1HgpWRG3I/AAAAAAAAARk/DHRqQdOOEFw/s320/DSC_0066.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259438566019242866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SP1Hgj0XotI/AAAAAAAAARs/FHm6mBFFY8c/s1600-h/DSC_0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SP1Hgj0XotI/AAAAAAAAARs/FHm6mBFFY8c/s320/DSC_0063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259438564534887122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SP1HhGklxOI/AAAAAAAAAR0/qlFujmg8wOY/s1600-h/DSC_0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SP1HhGklxOI/AAAAAAAAAR0/qlFujmg8wOY/s320/DSC_0060.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259438573863945442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM and I just got back from a lovely retreat for spa pampering in Berkely Springs on Friday and Saturday.  I had never done that before, and I can now see how it could become a regular treat.   We wandered around this small town in West Virginia, strolling into the stores, dining, seeing a movie in a very old and quaint movie theater there.  The show, popcorn and drinks for $8.50!  Can't even get one ticket for that back in our neighborhoods.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update on the kitchen..  it's done!  Well.. almost.  The refrigerator comes on Wednesday.  It's been a long wait on that!   The doors are all in, and some of them are even painted.  Still work to do there.   My daughter and I did a near total clearing out of her room.. which now looks great... but all that stuff (that did not immediately get thrown out) is now added to the clutter in the basement.   So, one step at a time.. the house will get looking good one day.  Since I am hosting Thanksgiving this year.. I guess I have a deadline. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime in the middle of all this.. the hot tub sprang a leak.. but that is fixed now.  Just in time for the cooler fall and winter nights when its the best!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be getting back to checking out and commenting on others blogs...  I have just been swamped with work, both regular and some side jobs that have made it hard to do more internet work for fun! :-)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to seeing some spooky Halloween costumes in the coming weeks.   And more SNL skits on the politics.. they have been very entertaining!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-2467357497697242875?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/2467357497697242875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=2467357497697242875' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/2467357497697242875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/2467357497697242875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2008/10/am-and-i-just-got-back-from-lovely.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SP1HgbO_aXI/AAAAAAAAARc/q2XPnTkrNrg/s72-c/DSC_0069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-587083208247758282</id><published>2008-09-23T23:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T23:46:48.789-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is it that one home project leads to another and another?  The kitchen is basically done, but my new refrigerator was delivered last Friday with a dent in it.. so I had to send it back and wait for another.  In the meantime, I have been replacing old doors with new 6 panel doors throughout the house.  Once that is done, I will paint all the doors and white trim in some sort of painting marathon.  Have more ceilings to paint too!  The new living room set is in and comfortable... but I have not decided the exact layout of the living room yet, so no photos taken. And of course more cleaning to do! Next time :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to put my home improvement skills and new cordless tool set to use helping AM with some final basement touch ups last weekend.  Still a few things to do there also.. but her basement looks great.  Why is it her projects seem more fun? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a pub crawl/ghost tour in Annapolis last Saturday.  It ended up more crawling than ghost stories, but very enjoyable.  Made it a little harder to get up for church on Sunday, but we made it in time for AM to do her class and services.  Even managed to stick around for a lacrosse game and burgers at 5-guys before heading back to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter is doing great with her classwork so far.. a few minor glitches on some assignements getting turned in, but her grades have been holding up at this point. I think she is enjoying her new school, and planning for the homecoming dance in the next few weekends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I can get the house projects done, get the economy straightened out, the right people elected, and some major events at work completed, I think I could relax and enjoy mysel! ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-587083208247758282?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/587083208247758282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=587083208247758282' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/587083208247758282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/587083208247758282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-is-it-that-one-home-project-leads.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-450017382075927905</id><published>2008-09-12T00:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T01:08:21.264-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well... it's obviously been hard for me to get a blog post done lately.  I have spent my evenings finishing things up, trying to get moved back into my living spaces.  The kitchen is 98% done..  refrigerator still to come, some trim painting to finish, etc.  I think it has turned out wonderfully.  I am really enjoying a nice new room in this old house... has me inspired to work on updating the look elsewhere (and cleaning out the place).  While out wandering around with AM and her girls last weekend. we stopped into a furniture clearance store to shop for a new bed for her youngest.. and I ended up walking out having purchased a new living room set.   That arrives this weekend!  A lot of changes in this space that hasn't changed much in the 7 years I have lived here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few photos of the new kitchen.   Hope to get back to posting with better regularity in the future... but who knows what project I will start on next.  Pllus, I hear Facebook is a fun place to visit.. may have to check that out, see if I can make a friend or two! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SMn5MSfbb6I/AAAAAAAAARE/A9NglcidYaY/s1600-h/DSC_0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SMn5MSfbb6I/AAAAAAAAARE/A9NglcidYaY/s320/DSC_0018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244997230567059362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SMn5MtLcirI/AAAAAAAAARM/H42aOkZnKDY/s1600-h/DSC_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SMn5MtLcirI/AAAAAAAAARM/H42aOkZnKDY/s320/DSC_0011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244997237731003058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SMn5MlwsHZI/AAAAAAAAARU/CzCbRabmHnw/s1600-h/DSC_0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SMn5MlwsHZI/AAAAAAAAARU/CzCbRabmHnw/s320/DSC_0010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244997235739729298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-450017382075927905?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/450017382075927905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=450017382075927905' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/450017382075927905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/450017382075927905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2008/09/well.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SMn5MSfbb6I/AAAAAAAAARE/A9NglcidYaY/s72-c/DSC_0018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-3902717337780111242</id><published>2008-08-25T23:26:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T23:42:59.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I now have a high school student in the house.  Today was her first day in 9th grade and after her new haircut and new clothes from the past weekend, she seemed ready for it.  We did orientation last week and she ran into an old friend from the horse farm and another from her old soccer team.. so I was happy to see her rekindling old friendships right from the start.  It should be an interesting 4 years.. I am sure you will hear all about it here. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I got a little busy and missed the week 3 installment of the kitchen.. so adding those photos at the bottom.  We just finished weekend 4 of kitchen work.  The cabinets are in, the moldings up, the painting done (minus some touch up work).   Looks like about two more weekends to finish the job.   Then comes the cleaning.. ugh!  I have given up for the most part until we finish getting the floor in next weekend.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SLN657CPUVI/AAAAAAAAAQc/6gLId8_v0Do/s1600-h/DSC_0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SLN657CPUVI/AAAAAAAAAQc/6gLId8_v0Do/s320/DSC_0018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238665927080235346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SLN66Jf_EsI/AAAAAAAAAQk/icPrA3LcYc4/s1600-h/DSC_0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SLN66Jf_EsI/AAAAAAAAAQk/icPrA3LcYc4/s320/DSC_0017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238665930963096258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SLN66dKAKkI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/GMurCFR2vWc/s1600-h/DSC_0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SLN66dKAKkI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/GMurCFR2vWc/s320/DSC_0013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238665936239602242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SLN66WKGKEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/wcL1SBSp_fw/s1600-h/DSC_0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SLN66WKGKEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/wcL1SBSp_fw/s320/DSC_0012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238665934360946754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last time I posted, we were about to play golf.  That was a beautiful, low humidity day (unusual for August in Maryland) and I had the good fortune of making one great shot and won a hole contest for $165.  The first (and possibly the last) time I ever make money from playing golf!  We all had our good shots interspersed with the numerous bad ones, but we all enjoyed ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SLN6I2n1zdI/AAAAAAAAAP0/GWmdkJ54qzY/s1600-h/DSC_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SLN6I2n1zdI/AAAAAAAAAP0/GWmdkJ54qzY/s320/DSC_0011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238665084082179538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SLN6IzrxHiI/AAAAAAAAAP8/p3oPc-UQcSo/s1600-h/DSC_0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SLN6IzrxHiI/AAAAAAAAAP8/p3oPc-UQcSo/s320/DSC_0010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238665083293343266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SLN6JN5fQFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/nCrSQc9Dn_Q/s1600-h/DSC_0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SLN6JN5fQFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/nCrSQc9Dn_Q/s320/DSC_0009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238665090330214482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SLN6JNcRJjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/RFLZWzaHrx0/s1600-h/DSC_0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SLN6JNcRJjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/RFLZWzaHrx0/s320/DSC_0008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238665090207655474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SLN6JSutO3I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Syo4-BDaexI/s1600-h/DSC_0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SLN6JSutO3I/AAAAAAAAAQU/Syo4-BDaexI/s320/DSC_0006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238665091627170674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-3902717337780111242?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/3902717337780111242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=3902717337780111242' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/3902717337780111242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/3902717337780111242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-now-have-high-school-student-in-house.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SLN657CPUVI/AAAAAAAAAQc/6gLId8_v0Do/s72-c/DSC_0018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-7473626542722217312</id><published>2008-08-10T21:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T21:39:58.711-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weekend 2 of the kitchen project.  This time we worked both Saturday and Sunday.  Saturday was running all the new electric circuits.  My house has aluminum wiring in many places, so we had to pull all new copper runs from the fusebox.. and of course figure out what was wired to what.. seems like the electrician who did my house in the 70's may have been on some medications?  Today we took out the other wall and installed the beam for carrying the load on that wall, removed the back door and framed that in, insulated, installed the boards for the new cabinets to be mounted and installed the lighting in the ceiling.  Next week we drywall.  It is coming along nicely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SJ-UbFPX8FI/AAAAAAAAAPM/oP-3rx1lqpk/s1600-h/DSC_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SJ-UbFPX8FI/AAAAAAAAAPM/oP-3rx1lqpk/s320/DSC_0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233064485011845202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SJ-UbQ4q2xI/AAAAAAAAAPU/_yiTHsBrVAg/s1600-h/DSC_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SJ-UbQ4q2xI/AAAAAAAAAPU/_yiTHsBrVAg/s320/DSC_0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233064488137841426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week my daughter was at GS camp in Pennsylvania.  She had a buddy with her and they had a good time... sounds like they want to do it again next year.  It was her first time away from home and electronics for that long.. I was proud that she adapted so well! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SJ-Ubtyc2AI/AAAAAAAAAPc/NXARyU0MUJQ/s1600-h/DSC_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SJ-Ubtyc2AI/AAAAAAAAAPc/NXARyU0MUJQ/s320/DSC_0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233064495896385538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SJ-UbikcipI/AAAAAAAAAPk/qP02O7E_pbk/s1600-h/DSC_0001_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SJ-UbikcipI/AAAAAAAAAPk/qP02O7E_pbk/s320/DSC_0001_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233064492884855442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night I took her and another friend to the last night of the Howard County Fair.  It was an interesting mix of people there... I was taking turns watching the girls riding the rides and watching the people wandering around.. they sure get rid of a lot of goldfish.. seemed like everyone had a plastic bag with a fish in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SJ-XGSgodYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/FTIii8M1TvQ/s1600-h/Photo_080908_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SJ-XGSgodYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/FTIii8M1TvQ/s320/Photo_080908_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233067426331522434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow AM, Anne, Dant and I are off to play in another charity golf tournament. Should be a nice day and good company... will see if any of us play that well.  At least the beer is free! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-7473626542722217312?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/7473626542722217312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=7473626542722217312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/7473626542722217312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/7473626542722217312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2008/08/weekend-2-of-kitchen-project.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SJ-UbFPX8FI/AAAAAAAAAPM/oP-3rx1lqpk/s72-c/DSC_0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-683729433140803119</id><published>2008-08-03T00:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:00:51.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SJUuRLXuPlI/AAAAAAAAAO0/pVcc_UZp9po/s1600-h/DSC_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SJUuRLXuPlI/AAAAAAAAAO0/pVcc_UZp9po/s320/DSC_0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230137414905642578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SJUuRVB63KI/AAAAAAAAAO8/VxK232AmaDU/s1600-h/DSC_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SJUuRVB63KI/AAAAAAAAAO8/VxK232AmaDU/s320/DSC_0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230137417498549410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SJUuRVO_foI/AAAAAAAAAPE/FsTFTxZdgzs/s1600-h/DSC_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SJUuRVO_foI/AAAAAAAAAPE/FsTFTxZdgzs/s320/DSC_0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230137417553378946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 complete... all the cabinets, appliances, two levels of flooring, drywall and one of the two walls removed.  Will see if I can move tomorrow. :-)    Tomorrow, the daughter is off to a residential GS camp for the week with one of her riding buddies.. so have been busy packing and finishing paperwork tonight.   The kitchen project will resume next weekend.. although I have homework for the week, moving the door bell and thermostat to the wall that will remain after this is all done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-683729433140803119?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/683729433140803119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=683729433140803119' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/683729433140803119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/683729433140803119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-1-complete.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SJUuRLXuPlI/AAAAAAAAAO0/pVcc_UZp9po/s72-c/DSC_0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-2587027736482351624</id><published>2008-08-02T00:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:00:53.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Later today, the kitchen project enters the demolition phase.  Here are the before photos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SJPmQ5WzmyI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-jAnak94PlE/s1600-h/DSC_0081.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SJPmQ5WzmyI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-jAnak94PlE/s320/DSC_0081.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229776770256050978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the living room looking towards the kitchen, parts of both of these walls are coming out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SJPmESEXFnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Pr1pcMNwCBI/s1600-h/DSC_0078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SJPmESEXFnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Pr1pcMNwCBI/s320/DSC_0078.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229776553551271538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My vintage 1970 linoleum floor.... nice! ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SJPmEtw32oI/AAAAAAAAAOM/GZN-PdjuCMQ/s1600-h/DSC_0077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SJPmEtw32oI/AAAAAAAAAOM/GZN-PdjuCMQ/s320/DSC_0077.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229776560985725570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;View from the dining room entrance...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SJPmE2o3YUI/AAAAAAAAAOU/xXjbF2AD2SU/s1600-h/DSC_0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SJPmE2o3YUI/AAAAAAAAAOU/xXjbF2AD2SU/s320/DSC_0071.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229776563368059202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the counter looking towards the living room... these are the walls that are partially coming out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SJPmFEwlZ-I/AAAAAAAAAOc/yaXPdgFv9Ps/s1600-h/DSC_0070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SJPmFEwlZ-I/AAAAAAAAAOc/yaXPdgFv9Ps/s320/DSC_0070.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229776567158532066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lost the sink already.. that happened this evening when the plumber was here to disconnect things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SJPmFBGhNTI/AAAAAAAAAOk/RYiKgqzIyME/s1600-h/DSC_0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SJPmFBGhNTI/AAAAAAAAAOk/RYiKgqzIyME/s320/DSC_0067.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229776566176789810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view towards the dining room.. this outside door is going away also...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should be a dusty day... but probably cathartic during the demolition!  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-2587027736482351624?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/2587027736482351624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=2587027736482351624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/2587027736482351624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/2587027736482351624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2008/08/later-today-kitchen-project-enters.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SJPmQ5WzmyI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-jAnak94PlE/s72-c/DSC_0081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-7665421702372852493</id><published>2008-07-24T00:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:00:54.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whew!.. what a busy time it has been getting back up to speed after vacation.  The kitchen project kicks off on August 1.   Everything has been picked out, just have to pay for it all now!  The daughter has put the horse up for sale, which she has been handling herself.. and doing a good job talking with prospective buyers, etc.  Still needs help getting to the farm to show the horse.. which my mom has been helping with.  She is not stopping riding.. just needs a horse that can do more than this one.  He has been a great starter horse.. and we have all learned from him.  Hope to find him a good home and plan to visit with him in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just downloaded some photos from my camera... 4th of July party at AM's.  Kids dancing in the rain (of course... it had to rain!) but we still managed a nice firework show in the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SIgAYsqAosI/AAAAAAAAANs/Yd0aREfnE-0/s1600-h/4thrain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SIgAYsqAosI/AAAAAAAAANs/Yd0aREfnE-0/s320/4thrain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226427791867683522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SIgAfGtkBxI/AAAAAAAAAN0/7MNJhO10mzw/s1600-h/4thparty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SIgAfGtkBxI/AAAAAAAAAN0/7MNJhO10mzw/s320/4thparty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226427901941122834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, took the daughter and two of her friends to Hershey Park for the day.  It was a belated birthday party event.  We had fun riding the rides.. it was hot.. and we did not get home until 1 am.  But then, that is what parties are all about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SIgAi3-VjiI/AAAAAAAAAN8/eiyep3BydUA/s1600-h/hershey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SIgAi3-VjiI/AAAAAAAAAN8/eiyep3BydUA/s320/hershey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226427966704422434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to enjoy &lt;a href="http://handywoman.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-youngest-daughter-just-finished-two.html"&gt;"Camp Hawyah"&lt;/a&gt; with AM several times.. her youngest was dancing and singing in an entertaining production.  It was amazing to see these actors on stage, looking so poised and grown up.. then they come out to the lobby at the end and they are young kids!  Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been running my daughter to horse camp at a farm in Ashton this week and next, then she is off to a GS camp "Cowgirls under the Stars" where the get to actually sleep out with the horses away from the cabins etc.  Should be an adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be home tearing out cabinets and drywall that week she is gone... going to get some "before" photos of the kitchen and post them soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-7665421702372852493?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/7665421702372852493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=7665421702372852493' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/7665421702372852493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/7665421702372852493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2008/07/whew.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SIgAYsqAosI/AAAAAAAAANs/Yd0aREfnE-0/s72-c/4thrain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-8483589601222936028</id><published>2008-07-03T13:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:00:56.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We are home, safe and sound.  It was a long trip  back..  when we landed at 8 pm, it was already 1 am  to us.    Here are some photos of our last day in England.  We took a train to Canterbury to hear some of the Canterbury Tales...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SG0Sw-aNY4I/AAAAAAAAANE/xVmUuo9c5hM/s1600-h/canterbury2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SG0Sw-aNY4I/AAAAAAAAANE/xVmUuo9c5hM/s320/canterbury2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218848175788221314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then visited the Cathedral where Thomas Becket was murdered in 1170.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SG0Sw_yQhpI/AAAAAAAAANM/sMK9aylVcok/s1600-h/canterbury.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SG0Sw_yQhpI/AAAAAAAAANM/sMK9aylVcok/s320/canterbury.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218848176157525650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hopped back on the train and went down to Dover to see the castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SG0SxG2QLKI/AAAAAAAAANU/PFsBtBQ6qi4/s1600-h/dovercastle2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SG0SxG2QLKI/AAAAAAAAANU/PFsBtBQ6qi4/s320/dovercastle2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218848178053328034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SG0SxJZp9XI/AAAAAAAAANc/P4xCF7qka9o/s1600-h/dovercastle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SG0SxJZp9XI/AAAAAAAAANc/P4xCF7qka9o/s320/dovercastle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218848178738689394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then home to a wonderful Dim Sum dinner in London.  The next morning we were up, packed and on our way to the airport.  We stopped for a break at Paddington station, the same spot we had stopped on the way in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SG0SxYKleUI/AAAAAAAAANk/MIZrAnUxurk/s1600-h/paddington.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SG0SxYKleUI/AAAAAAAAANk/MIZrAnUxurk/s320/paddington.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218848182702012738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's laundry, catch up on work, e-mails, blogs, etc.   And of course a nice 4th of July weekend ahead!  Happy 4th of July to all of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-8483589601222936028?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/8483589601222936028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=8483589601222936028' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/8483589601222936028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/8483589601222936028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-are-home-safe-and-sound.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SG0Sw-aNY4I/AAAAAAAAANE/xVmUuo9c5hM/s72-c/canterbury2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-1673634706253382616</id><published>2008-06-29T17:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:00:58.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another crazy couple of days... traveling all over, eating, drinking, laughing.. trying not to get hit going across all these street crossings in London.  I have so many photos, it's hard to weed it down to a few.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday, my daughter got to ride around Hyde Park...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGgDRYhZytI/AAAAAAAAALs/f47XuXn9-YA/s1600-h/hydeparkstables.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGgDRYhZytI/AAAAAAAAALs/f47XuXn9-YA/s320/hydeparkstables.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217423765483932370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGgDRcHG_0I/AAAAAAAAALk/Mftz-SuYrCY/s1600-h/hydepark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGgDRcHG_0I/AAAAAAAAALk/Mftz-SuYrCY/s320/hydepark.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217423766447390530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The afternoon was spent shopping at Harrod's and Hamley's.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday we hopped a train for Brighton... it was a cool, breezy day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGgDRMp-oVI/AAAAAAAAALc/klQceNOtjaA/s1600-h/brightonpav.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGgDRMp-oVI/AAAAAAAAALc/klQceNOtjaA/s320/brightonpav.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217423762298675538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGgDRB3OTkI/AAAAAAAAALU/wQ4C412vsfU/s1600-h/brighton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGgDRB3OTkI/AAAAAAAAALU/wQ4C412vsfU/s320/brighton.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217423759401438786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday we went to Ely, where I went to school as a young lad...  this is the Cathedral there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGgDQ9VA9vI/AAAAAAAAALM/SH83j911358/s1600-h/elycathedral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGgDQ9VA9vI/AAAAAAAAALM/SH83j911358/s320/elycathedral.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217423758184216306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGgD-4eHJaI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ag9SF7z_pVY/s1600-h/elyinside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGgD-4eHJaI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ag9SF7z_pVY/s320/elyinside.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217424547154175394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stopped at Cambridge on the way back for a punt ride on the Cam....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGgD_LEWR3I/AAAAAAAAAL8/p8XgIm8UwsI/s1600-h/puntcambridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGgD_LEWR3I/AAAAAAAAAL8/p8XgIm8UwsI/s320/puntcambridge.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217424552146388850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This morning we were up to tour the Globe theatre (proper spelling here)...  it's an authentic reproduction, built by hand with wood, pegs and thatched roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGgD_BY2tyI/AAAAAAAAAME/2VPvBT2DnIU/s1600-h/globe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGgD_BY2tyI/AAAAAAAAAME/2VPvBT2DnIU/s320/globe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217424549548046114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A stop through the Tower of London..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGgD_KI26hI/AAAAAAAAAMM/l6WmmJNcZ24/s1600-h/toweroflondon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGgD_KI26hI/AAAAAAAAAMM/l6WmmJNcZ24/s320/toweroflondon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217424551896869394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finished with Evensong services at St. Martin-in-the-fields church off Trafalgar Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGgD_eMDANI/AAAAAAAAAMU/4O8lMgWOVZY/s1600-h/StMartininthefields.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGgD_eMDANI/AAAAAAAAAMU/4O8lMgWOVZY/s320/StMartininthefields.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217424557278953682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow.. off to Canterbury and Dover.  :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-1673634706253382616?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/1673634706253382616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=1673634706253382616' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/1673634706253382616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/1673634706253382616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-crazy-couple-of-days.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGgDRYhZytI/AAAAAAAAALs/f47XuXn9-YA/s72-c/hydeparkstables.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-5843543151059267167</id><published>2008-06-25T19:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:01:00.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not enough time to write much, so just some photos and captions for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGNTq5jxY_I/AAAAAAAAAKk/hXJgARz7Xrw/s1600-h/StPaulsroof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGNTq5jxY_I/AAAAAAAAAKk/hXJgARz7Xrw/s320/StPaulsroof.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216104789895635954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;St. Paul's from the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGNTq9j3vFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Y6J3wvh-vuw/s1600-h/MT-Rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGNTq9j3vFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Y6J3wvh-vuw/s320/MT-Rock.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216104790969793618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGNTrJVdTTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/-n35yBJK640/s1600-h/MT-Carrey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGNTrJVdTTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/-n35yBJK640/s320/MT-Carrey.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216104794130566450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGNTrHu1YjI/AAAAAAAAAK8/n90Bnb-_r6I/s1600-h/MT-shreck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGNTrHu1YjI/AAAAAAAAAK8/n90Bnb-_r6I/s320/MT-shreck.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216104793700131378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Madame Tussaud's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGNTrVHZpJI/AAAAAAAAALE/83MBh-hNgGE/s1600-h/ToHogwarts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGNTrVHZpJI/AAAAAAAAALE/83MBh-hNgGE/s320/ToHogwarts.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216104797292831890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trying to get to Hogwarts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGNSOkqxz1I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/QU1NKFYMXYg/s1600-h/buckingham.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGNSOkqxz1I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/QU1NKFYMXYg/s320/buckingham.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216103203739914066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGNSOvHQJdI/AAAAAAAAAKE/rJniNAQPTKU/s1600-h/goldcarriage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGNSOvHQJdI/AAAAAAAAAKE/rJniNAQPTKU/s320/goldcarriage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216103206543697362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Changing of the guards and the Royal Mews at Buckingham&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGNSOzkbr_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/8KeQG7nYQVA/s1600-h/stjamespark.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGNSOzkbr_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/8KeQG7nYQVA/s320/stjamespark.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216103207739830258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Stroll through St. James Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGNSO7RnWgI/AAAAAAAAAKU/E1n2vBZcKYI/s1600-h/pinkcab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGNSO7RnWgI/AAAAAAAAAKU/E1n2vBZcKYI/s320/pinkcab.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216103209808386562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGNSPEdudfI/AAAAAAAAAKc/oCRezWemcyI/s1600-h/westminster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGNSPEdudfI/AAAAAAAAAKc/oCRezWemcyI/s320/westminster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216103212275103218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Westminster Abbey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then it was off to see We Will Rock You, which was a blast.  It has been two long days, but we have all been enjoying ourselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-5843543151059267167?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/5843543151059267167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=5843543151059267167' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/5843543151059267167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/5843543151059267167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2008/06/not-enough-time-to-write-much-so-just.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGNTq5jxY_I/AAAAAAAAAKk/hXJgARz7Xrw/s72-c/StPaulsroof.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-1046033256701887106</id><published>2008-06-24T05:04:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:01:01.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGC8yRVeIcI/AAAAAAAAAJk/rmqxIZlac48/s1600-h/jetlag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGC8yRVeIcI/AAAAAAAAAJk/rmqxIZlac48/s320/jetlag.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215375940327973314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGC8lnJSuzI/AAAAAAAAAI8/mLZiuIoF0go/s1600-h/bigben.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGC8lnJSuzI/AAAAAAAAAI8/mLZiuIoF0go/s320/bigben.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215375722844175154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGC8lns17TI/AAAAAAAAAJE/1pdl1nJ0Qg8/s1600-h/groupateye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGC8lns17TI/AAAAAAAAAJE/1pdl1nJ0Qg8/s320/groupateye.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215375722993282354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGC8lgK1EMI/AAAAAAAAAJM/nmjeXAX_uO0/s1600-h/londoneye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGC8lgK1EMI/AAAAAAAAAJM/nmjeXAX_uO0/s320/londoneye.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215375720971571394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGC8l3HehMI/AAAAAAAAAJU/FcVojHosgs8/s1600-h/resting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGC8l3HehMI/AAAAAAAAAJU/FcVojHosgs8/s320/resting.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215375727131526338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGC8mKcx4qI/AAAAAAAAAJc/UNwQXdOpliM/s1600-h/towerbridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGC8mKcx4qI/AAAAAAAAAJc/UNwQXdOpliM/s320/towerbridge.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215375732321149602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings from jolly old London.   We made it!  It was a long night on a cramped aircraft, but we all managed to sneek in a little sleep.  Arrived at our flat around 12:45 pm London time yesterday and went off on our first trek through the city.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a bunch of sleep-deprived, jet-lagged people.. we had a good day! Took a tour bus around some of the sites,  walked for miles, took a river cruise back to Tower bridge (which is close to our flat).  We found some supplies at a local Costcutter.   Ate fish pie and bangers and mash for dinner (well some of us did) along with a Pimm's near the London Eye.  AM and her crew did the London eye.  My daughter, who is a bit under the weather wanted to pass on that one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off to the Tower of London, St. Paul's Cathedral and Madame Tussaud's today.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-1046033256701887106?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/1046033256701887106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=1046033256701887106' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/1046033256701887106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/1046033256701887106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2008/06/greetings-from-jolly-old-london.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SGC8yRVeIcI/AAAAAAAAAJk/rmqxIZlac48/s72-c/jetlag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-4008662204381811610</id><published>2008-06-18T23:36:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:01:02.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SFnXaXwMIXI/AAAAAAAAAIs/XVG9sQJ1isI/s1600-h/8thgrade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SFnXaXwMIXI/AAAAAAAAAIs/XVG9sQJ1isI/s320/8thgrade.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213434891710767474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SFnXNVwJz2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/StiIiCPoCRg/s1600-h/8thgrade2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SFnXNVwJz2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/StiIiCPoCRg/s320/8thgrade2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213434667835445090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is here.. school is over and my daughter has finished middle school and will begin high school in the fall.   The 8th grade graduation dance was full of beautifully dressed young ladies, and a few "nicely" dressed boys, all getting a chance to say goodbye to their friends for the summer.  The middle school feeds three different high schools.. so for many it was a last chance to see some of their school friends.  They loaded them up with caffeine and sugar and sent them home at 10 pm.  I wonder how many made it for the last half day of school that Friday?  ;-)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SFnXFb-x1iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/J3tmQrlI4NE/s1600-h/wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SFnXFb-x1iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/J3tmQrlI4NE/s320/wedding.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213434532068447778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend AM and I attended a wedding for a coworker of mine.  It was a fun time, held in the Belvedere in Baltimore.  This building used to be a hotel, but is now condos.  Between the building and the Sinatra impersonator.. it seemed like we had traveled back in time a bit.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SFnXAXmGBCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/BsegBtp3Oz4/s1600-h/horseshow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SFnXAXmGBCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/BsegBtp3Oz4/s320/horseshow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213434444991824930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Father's day was another horse show in the morning, the daughter was in with some older kids and ended up with a 4th place ribbon.  She was a bit under the weather.. having been sick on Friday and Saturday, but she persevered and did her class.  After that we headed down to AM's for a dip in the pool and dinner out with a group of fathers.  The bluegrass band that was playing had the older folks entertained.. the teenagers.. not so much.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now on to the summer vacation, farm runs, margaritas by the pool, and more... should be a great summer! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-4008662204381811610?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/4008662204381811610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=4008662204381811610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/4008662204381811610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/4008662204381811610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-is-here.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SFnXaXwMIXI/AAAAAAAAAIs/XVG9sQJ1isI/s72-c/8thgrade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-7375167588081881293</id><published>2008-06-09T00:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T00:29:47.638-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's official... my daughter is now 14 yrs old.  Well, she was actually born a bit after 9 pm, but that is just a technicality.   We started celebrating with a wonderful dinner at the Melting Pot on Friday with AM, her kids and my mom.  That is quite a feast.. especially the dessert.  Today she was over at her mom's for a family party.  A trip to Hershey Park with a select few friends was her birthday request, so we will have to work that out in the next month or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still has a week of school left, she did get to start a bit later... but I am sure it is tough with so many others out of school at this point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was headed home tonight to pick her up from her mom's after spending a very pleasant few hours at AM's, enjoying the pool on this very hot day.  I try to remember to put on NPR on the Sunday evening drives since they play the old radio shows.  My roommate in college used to listen to these... Dragnet, The Shadow, Baby Snooks, tonight I was treated to one I had never heard of...  Johnny Dollar... a freelance insurance inspector.  They actually thought the adventures of an insurance inspector made good entertainment?  I listened for a while, it was tied together by his expense account.. but reached my destination before I found out what happened with the stolen fur coat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else has been going on... planning for vacation, working, trying to stay cool!  Started clearing out the kitchen a bit tonight... scary when you find things deep in a cabinet that were best used three years ago.   Have 10 boxes of Spongebob Macaroni and Cheese.. obviously not the popular food choice lately. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I was going to be able to post a photo of the last band concert, my daughter's finale as a percussionist I am told, but they were out of focus.  Hopefully I will have some better photos to post in the coming weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my daughter - I wish her a Happy Birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-7375167588081881293?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/7375167588081881293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=7375167588081881293' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/7375167588081881293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/7375167588081881293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-official.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-3819877619396034541</id><published>2008-05-28T23:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:01:03.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hope everyone had a memorable memorial day weekend.  Mine was spent at two graduation parties and a Bar Mitzvah.  All very enjoyable!  AM got a chance to meet some of my friends from the old neighborhood and the daughter got to catch up with her best friend we left behind when we moved from Forest Hill almost 7 years ago now, when we attended Ali's graduation party on Monday.  Wow.. 7 years... doesn't seem that long ago.   Sunday we saw the new Indiana Jones movie.. which I thought was very entertaining and fit the genre well.  I won't give any spoilers in case you were not one of the folks contributing to the $140 million or so it took in last weekend.  Humm... maybe I should make a movie? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grinding through the work on this holiday shortened work week.. looking forward to the weekend already!  I guess we all do?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the drive home Monday.. just a few miles from the house, I caught this...  it's been a while since I caught one of these landmark odometer readings,  (OK, I need a hobby!)  ;-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SD4qzxJbY6I/AAAAAAAAAIM/_xnQ6U_xF9w/s1600-h/Photo_052608_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SD4qzxJbY6I/AAAAAAAAAIM/_xnQ6U_xF9w/s320/Photo_052608_002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205645288141448098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-3819877619396034541?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/3819877619396034541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=3819877619396034541' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/3819877619396034541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/3819877619396034541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2008/05/hope-everyone-had-memorable-memorial.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SD4qzxJbY6I/AAAAAAAAAIM/_xnQ6U_xF9w/s72-c/Photo_052608_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-6215237517454585998</id><published>2008-05-13T23:25:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:01:03.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturday was part of the celebration of the 100th anniversary of the &lt;a href="http://www.cathedral.org/cathedral/main.shtml"&gt;National Cathedral in Washington D.C.&lt;/a&gt;.  It was a beautiful day, so we trekked over to Wisconsin Ave, found a parking space and a place to sit to watch the illumination of the cathedral.  There was quite a crowd, musicians, and while the much anticipated event wasn't exactly what we expected.. it turned out pretty well in the camera. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SCpdVg30fHI/AAAAAAAAAIE/0pvcQ6nir-A/s1600-h/natcath3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SCpdVg30fHI/AAAAAAAAAIE/0pvcQ6nir-A/s320/natcath3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200071343935356018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SCpdQw30fGI/AAAAAAAAAH8/_6ZLVtCtaJI/s1600-h/natcath2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SCpdQw30fGI/AAAAAAAAAH8/_6ZLVtCtaJI/s320/natcath2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200071262330977378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SCpdCQ30fFI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ZXUyj8MTI64/s1600-h/natcath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SCpdCQ30fFI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ZXUyj8MTI64/s320/natcath.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200071013222874194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for Sunday  -  Happy Mother's Day to all you mom's out there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-6215237517454585998?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/6215237517454585998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=6215237517454585998' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/6215237517454585998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/6215237517454585998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2008/05/saturday-was-part-of-celebration-of.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SCpdVg30fHI/AAAAAAAAAIE/0pvcQ6nir-A/s72-c/natcath3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-4615083260682374468</id><published>2008-05-08T00:46:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:01:04.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last Thursday was the ceremony at Arlington National Cemetery.  It was a most honorable and respectful tribute to my father's service to our country as an Air Force doctor.  The horse drawn caisson carried his ashes to the columbarium as the band played and the honor guard marched.  The rifle salute, the playing of taps... the flag folding ceremony and lastly the placement of his urn in its final resting place.  It was a moving ceremony with so much dignity and respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SCYHrtHkMsI/AAAAAAAAAHs/sogW98I7G-w/s1600-h/Photo_051008_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SCYHrtHkMsI/AAAAAAAAAHs/sogW98I7G-w/s320/Photo_051008_002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198851267272913602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SCYHgtHkMrI/AAAAAAAAAHk/jB4IEHrZfHg/s1600-h/Photo_051008_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SCYHgtHkMrI/AAAAAAAAAHk/jB4IEHrZfHg/s320/Photo_051008_001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198851078294352562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was back to "normal" life with my second kitchen design consultation.. which went great and will be the design I move forward with at this point.  I will have to start working on the before pictures, so I can show the transformation.   That night I got to enjoy a wonderful chorus performance by AM's oldest.. &lt;a href="http://byrtlesgirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/swing-time.html"&gt;Swing Time&lt;/a&gt;.  They all looked and sounded so grown up already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SCKF7FFu8WI/AAAAAAAAAHc/c3qNHSF0LHc/s1600-h/AMgolf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SCKF7FFu8WI/AAAAAAAAAHc/c3qNHSF0LHc/s320/AMgolf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197864169963975010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SCKFzFFu8VI/AAAAAAAAAHU/vzhImbpP6jU/s1600-h/golfhole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SCKFzFFu8VI/AAAAAAAAAHU/vzhImbpP6jU/s320/golfhole.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197864032525021522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was the annual charity golf tournament for the Changing Focus group that I was facilitating with for many years.   This was the first year without my dad, but we had purchased a hole sponsorship sign in honor of him.   I was also playing with the clubs he had handed down to me last year.  AM, her usual fearless self, joined me along with Anne and Dan to make our all blogger foursome! (Maybe a first for this tournament).  We enjoyed the beautiful day and occasionally hit a ball in the right direction. (I actually had a tee shot that bounced off a tree and landed behind me!)  Since it was best ball, we all had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course.. it has been a wonderful year since I met AM at this event.  We have blogged through our adventures, and shared many stories, family events, injuries, and other less painful moments. ;-)  I feel so lucky to have found her and to be able to share in her life with her great kids, family and friends.  It truly is a happy anniversary!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-4615083260682374468?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/4615083260682374468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=4615083260682374468' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/4615083260682374468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/4615083260682374468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-thursday-was-ceremony-at-arlington.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SCYHrtHkMsI/AAAAAAAAAHs/sogW98I7G-w/s72-c/Photo_051008_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-5309881002334695649</id><published>2008-04-26T00:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:01:05.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SBZbTJMwyCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/nA4TNwYUjcE/s1600-h/Pilly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SBZbTJMwyCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/nA4TNwYUjcE/s320/Pilly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194439604663535650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I posted... wondering what has been keeping me busy?  &lt;strong&gt;Equestrian cluster ballooning!&lt;/strong&gt;  It's a new hobby of my daughters... she must have heard about it somewhere.  OK, no one will buy that.. I get nervous enough when she is jumping 2 ft off the ground on that horse! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it has been more mundance.  Have had several new web site clients so trying to design and architect those have been sucking up my evening hours.  Of course the usual house chores and the constant grass cutting have not helped either.   I have also become an occasional lacrosse fan on my trips to Bowie, that is a fun game to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. and the kitchen project.  I have spent about 6 hours with the Home Depot folks and have a pretty good handle on the design and rough costs.  Going to work through another group in the next week or so to get a second opinion.  I have only made a few aesthetic decisions so far.. going to rely on my dear one for those choices. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is my dad's inurnment (I did not know that was a word) at Arlington, then on Cinco de Mayo is the annual charity golf tournament that we used to play in every year.  He could not play last year, but that is the night I met AM, so that is a very happy memory to take into this year's event.  We have a foursome of bloggers playing.. I wonder if that will help in any way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to bed.... I'm tired!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-5309881002334695649?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/5309881002334695649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=5309881002334695649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/5309881002334695649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/5309881002334695649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/SBZbTJMwyCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/nA4TNwYUjcE/s72-c/Pilly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-1942204465473618283</id><published>2008-04-07T21:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:01:05.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R_rQh2M9jZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wMCWYCrkLnE/s1600-h/M%26P4-6-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R_rQh2M9jZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wMCWYCrkLnE/s320/M%26P4-6-08.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186687200774688146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another lovely weekend... well, it was the company, not the weather.  Enjoyed dancing to the Crayfish on Friday night, a nice dinner out with friends C&amp;amp;C on Saturday.  We went back to Jerry's seafood to partake of the crab bomb.  These things are not cheap, but they are good!  I was always partial to eating hard crabs, picking the meat out, so cannot say I am an expert on crab cakes.. but I have to think these are some of the better ones around.  Sunday, started off with a lovely children's sermon delivered by AM.  I really enjoy watching her interact with the kids and the congregation, always coming up with a creative way to make the lesson appeal to their young minds.  I had to slip out early to get up to the farm for a schooling show my daughter decided to enter about the middle of last week.  It was a rainy, muddy day... but she did well and tied for first in her class.  Another blue ribbon for the collection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon, the next home improvement adventure began, I spent a few hours trying to design my new kitchen with the Home Depot folks.  We made some good progress.. but much still to do.  I am going to be doing a work-with program I have found with a local contractor.  I hope I am up for this.. it will be a big project and I am barely finding time to cut the grass at the moment (but that is more weather-related).  I will undoubtably be blogging about this in the coming months.  Maybe Anne will be able to commiserate ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to another work week... so probably not too much to blog about :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-1942204465473618283?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/1942204465473618283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=1942204465473618283' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/1942204465473618283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/1942204465473618283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-lovely-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R_rQh2M9jZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wMCWYCrkLnE/s72-c/M%26P4-6-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-4981866676204658585</id><published>2008-04-01T23:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:01:05.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things are getting back to normal a bit around here.  Back at work for a full week this week.  I have received so many cards, e-mails, comments of support.. it has been wonderful.  Thanks to all of you!  And a special thanks to AM for her support and compassion... she is truly outstanding. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R_MGqmM9jYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/KkARm2xmMvc/s1600-h/Sunsetsm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R_MGqmM9jYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/KkARm2xmMvc/s320/Sunsetsm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184494924912758146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been trying to come up with my MiMe, or minimalist memoir. The rules are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;1. Write your own six-word memoir&lt;br /&gt;2. Post it on your blog and include a visual illustration if you’d like.&lt;br /&gt;3. Link to the &lt;a href="http://handywoman.blogspot.com/"&gt;person that tagged you&lt;/a&gt; in your post.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag five more blogs with links.&lt;br /&gt;5. And don’t forget to leave a comment on the tagged blogs with an invitation to play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Avid collector of multidimensional mental souvenirs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hard to get exactly 6 words) ;-)&lt;br /&gt;But alas, I don't know 5 people to tag that have not been tagged already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, onto funny April Fool's stuff... did anyone hear the NPR piece about the IRS today?  It's a few minutes long.. but so well done it had me fooled for a while... &lt;a href="http://marketplace.publicradio.org/www_publicradio/tools/media_player/popup.php?name=marketplace/pm/2008/04/01/marketplace_cast1_20080401_64&amp;amp;starttime=00:12:28.0&amp;amp;endtime=00:16:42.0"&gt;Click to Listen&lt;/a&gt; or you can read the story at &lt;a href="http://marketplace.publicradio.org/display/web/2008/04/01/april_1st/"&gt;Public Radio's Marketplace web site&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also some fun stuff for sale on &lt;a href="http://www.thinkgeek.com/"&gt;ThinkGeek&lt;/a&gt;.  My favorite was the Betamax to HD-DVD converter -  one defunct technology to the other :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only person who played a joke on me today was my daughter.. who told me as we drove to the farm that she got a science test back today and apologetically told me she got a 20 out of 100 on it.  She had me for a moment...  April Fools!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-4981866676204658585?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/4981866676204658585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=4981866676204658585' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/4981866676204658585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/4981866676204658585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2008/04/things-are-getting-back-to-normal-bit.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R_MGqmM9jYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/KkARm2xmMvc/s72-c/Sunsetsm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-1880103862740456687</id><published>2008-03-20T23:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:01:06.155-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been tagged to do a MiMe, but will have to come back to that another day.   It's been a week of ups and downs.  We had a wonderful few days off checking out local sites, theater events, tagging along on AM's work assignments, just general much needed relaxation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R-MpBmM9jVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Y_GAfQtGnzY/s1600-h/dad%26me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R-MpBmM9jVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Y_GAfQtGnzY/s320/dad%26me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180029103817723218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were on our way back from Frederick on Sunday and stopped by to visit my dad.  It was unplanned and we arrived to find him having a hard time breathing and plans to go to the hospital were underway.  After a brief visit, we helped get him and his stuff to the car and on his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited him that night, then again on Monday and Tuesday when he was transferred to the ICU.  He was on a respirator and sedated, but able to communicate some between doses.  He has always feared being stuck on a respirator, and he had been on one for two weeks a bit over a year ago.   His COPD was determined to be the problem, possibly a few silent heart attacks that had further reduced his cardiac capacity, and there were impending kidney problems.   Honoring his request, we had the respirator removed on Wednesday night, around 8 pm.  His sister and brother-in-law, wife, myself and AM were there to give our love and support.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R-MpHWM9jWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/_ew1UiMZfVM/s1600-h/Graduation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R-MpHWM9jWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/_ew1UiMZfVM/s320/Graduation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180029202601971042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With him comfortable and under sedation, I stayed with him until he passed at 11:50 this morning surrounded by loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been lucky to only have known a few people to die in my lifetime, some tragic, some expected.. but watching the end of his life, knowing how he has struggled with his illness, cancer, lack of energy, chemotherapy, and more... I saw him at peace and at rest.  It was a sad, vivid moment that I will always remember, but there was also a sense of calm, knowing he had a wonderful life and that his wishes were done, and his physical battles were over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all you have taught me Dad..  I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-1880103862740456687?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/1880103862740456687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=1880103862740456687' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/1880103862740456687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/1880103862740456687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-have-been-tagged-to-do-mime-but-will.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R-MpBmM9jVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Y_GAfQtGnzY/s72-c/dad%26me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-890447680905611644</id><published>2008-03-12T00:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:01:06.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The taxes are done!  Since we share joint custody of our daughter, we also take turns claiming her as a dependent.  This is my year, so I look forward to a sizable increase over last years refund.  Wonder who I can spend it on?  200 lbs of chocolate peanut butter fudge perhaps?  Would make an impressive Easter basket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R9dVx4XkRbI/AAAAAAAAAGU/MhwkaDZsV7c/s1600-h/dressage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R9dVx4XkRbI/AAAAAAAAAGU/MhwkaDZsV7c/s320/dressage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176700612118857138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking forward to the start of Spring Break this weekend.  Going to take some time off and bounce around the area... checking out new places, restaurants, etc... should be fun and relaxing, just what we need. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, the farm (remember that place? I think I have mentioned going there once or twice before) had a dressage clinic.  So was there bright and early, with one hour less sleep for DST, and several hours less sleep for finishing the taxes.  So I guzzled my coffee and got a few photos.  The daughter won her class and got another ribbon for the fire hazard display growing in her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R9dVqYXkRaI/AAAAAAAAAGM/t9fL7PHTFo0/s1600-h/Livinghistory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 223px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R9dVqYXkRaI/AAAAAAAAAGM/t9fL7PHTFo0/s320/Livinghistory.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176700483269838242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was Living History at the school. Not sure how widespread this is, but it is a very interesting program.  The kids have been working over the last few months to research, write a script, practice, and get a costume and props together.  Tonight they performed for their classmates and the gathered parents.  They were all nervous (mine especially), but I could see the sense of accomplishment and relief on each one as they finished.  It was an informative, entertaining event.  My daughter played Eleanor Roosevelt and her friend played Marian Anderson.  They did great! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-890447680905611644?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/890447680905611644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=890447680905611644' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/890447680905611644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/890447680905611644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2008/03/taxes-are-done-since-we-share-joint.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R9dVx4XkRbI/AAAAAAAAAGU/MhwkaDZsV7c/s72-c/dressage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-3334325825172031008</id><published>2008-03-05T23:06:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:01:07.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do they do this?  I had it programmed into my car, helping me calm down in the Washington D.C. traffic, but after 14 years, my jazz station changed formats and went to the Oldies.  I must have missed the memo!  Oh well.. my new to me car now has a new to me XM radio, so I can still listen to what I need to get me through those trying commutes. I am still trying to figure out my favorite stations..  which one's do you like (for those of you with XM)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight it was a delayed return, by way of the Kennedy Center.  My daughter's middle school percussion ensemble was selected to play there as part of the Music in Our Schools program.  It was a challenge for everyone to get there, but she had wonderful support in her performance from friends and family.   While she did not seem to act like it was that big a deal, we all thought it was pretty cool.  You can watch the &lt;a href="http://www.kennedy-center.org/programs/millennium/artist_detail.cfm?artist_id=MUSCSCLS08"&gt;performances from their website&lt;/a&gt; (My daughter's group is the second school.. the one's without guitars) You can almost see her in the photo..  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R89uAZKXYNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/363mXLSo2kg/s1600-h/Kennedy3-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R89uAZKXYNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/363mXLSo2kg/s320/Kennedy3-08.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174475449905406162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way into the performance, I got an e-mail that informed me that I was selected employee of the month!  Not sure what special things I did in February that warranted such recognition, but it was nice just the same!   Wonder what I should do with my extra day off?  Suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-3334325825172031008?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/3334325825172031008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=3334325825172031008' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/3334325825172031008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/3334325825172031008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-do-they-do-this-i-had-it-programmed.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R89uAZKXYNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/363mXLSo2kg/s72-c/Kennedy3-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-8109315889292224563</id><published>2008-02-26T00:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T00:26:15.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another long blogging hiatus.  It's not that nothing has been happening around here, just never seem to get around to writing it down.  I just finished refinancing my house and am now driving around in my fully registered, titled and tagged, new to me car.  Plans for redoing my 70's vintage kitchen are floating through my brain.  Planning for a big summer vacation with AM and the kids has been keeping my mind full of things to do, tickets to purchase, passports to renew... where is my daughter's birth certificate? Searching through my cryptic filing system to find it. (I did).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are all the delightful weekend activities.  Celebrated a wonderful Valentine's Day with my sweetheart, followed by her birthday a few days later.  We had a lovely time together, celebrating, wandering around the historic part of town and shopping.  Her youngest bought a puppet that I will wait for her to describe, but she has had us laughing many times with "Chris". We also got to celebrate her dad's birthday, with dinner one weekend and a &lt;a href="http://byrtlesgirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/celebration.html"&gt;big party the next&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekdays have been primarily work, taking care of the daughter, running back and forth to the farm.  I kept the old to me car for farm trips, but we did decide to take it to the car wash and remove at least a few months mud from the inside and outside.  I washed the other car too.. which led to the two bouts of winter weather last week, so the Maryland road crews could turn all the roads white with salt and turn my car into something that resembled a giant salt lick.  Not complaining too much.. at least I could get out and about.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, lots of fabulous things going on, many mundane things going on, all in all, life is good! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-8109315889292224563?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/8109315889292224563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=8109315889292224563' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/8109315889292224563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/8109315889292224563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2008/02/another-long-blogging-hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-2496196000663565179</id><published>2008-02-12T20:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:01:07.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R9dRZYXkRZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DFSfPhDNNxY/s1600-h/Photo_031008_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R9dRZYXkRZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DFSfPhDNNxY/s320/Photo_031008_001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176695793165550994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always a challenge, and I don't do this very often.. probably only a few times since I have lived in Maryland.  I researched... we both did.  Thought we had crossed all the t's, dotted all the i's.  But they always find a way, it is their mission... to crush your organizational skills and send you away dejected.  You all know this.. I am sure it has happened to all of us!  I had the proof of insurance, the title, the lien release on the title, the notarized bill of sale, the inspection certificate.. and I presented these to the Frederick MVA with the hope of getting tags and title to my new to me car.  But, noooooo! I had the yellow copy of the inspection.. not the white one!  It was a disaster.. everything started to spin.. they were all laughing at me.. the humiliation! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, it wasn't that bad... it cost me an extra $20 for a temporary sticker and I have to go back with the white copy in the next month.. but I got the tags and picked up the new to me car at my friend's in Baltimore.  This car is a Civic coupe, 5 speed, and it's been a while since I drove a stick regularly, but I got good practice driving it home in rush hour, in a freezing rain storm.  What a day! Hope you are all home, safe and warm on a night like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-2496196000663565179?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/2496196000663565179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=2496196000663565179' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/2496196000663565179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/2496196000663565179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-always-challenge-and-i-dont-do-this.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R9dRZYXkRZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DFSfPhDNNxY/s72-c/Photo_031008_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-2492105928467559927</id><published>2008-02-06T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T11:30:17.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another evening at the farm.  I will appreciate when things dry up a bit and I am not tracking so much mud around with me.  It was warm today, almost 70 and the storms held off so my daughter was riding in the outdoor ring.  Her and her horse were having a nice workout, when the wind started to pick up.  After a nice combination jump, the horse got spooked and took off a bit.  I was proud to see her sticking with it, but it was a bit of a battle...  I stopped taping as they sped past, in case I needed to help in some way, but she worked him into a corner, hopped off and calmed him down.   I remember a few years ago that this would have been a major trauma.. but her thoughts were... "I can't wait to post this to my YouTube account!".   Boy have things changed since I was a kid.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the video, taken just a few hours ago and now available to the world! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K8O_TnIeSIU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K8O_TnIeSIU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-2492105928467559927?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/2492105928467559927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=2492105928467559927' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/2492105928467559927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/2492105928467559927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2008/02/another-evening-at-farm.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-8942627493526816888</id><published>2008-02-03T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T23:14:09.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had another wonderful weekend.  Went to my first yoga class on Thursday night and followed it up with a 6 hour "retreat" on Saturday.  I now have a full understanding of how inflexible I have become, at least as far as my joints go. ;-)  I have to say that I felt very relaxed the rest of the day and just a little bit sore the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was running errands, picking up my daughter, taking her to the farm, general dashing around stuff.  On the way home I was saying we needed to go to the grocery store, the daughter suggested we go during the Superbowl, since it wouldn't be crowded. I though this was not a bad idea,  we weren't going to any parties.. so at 6:30, we went to dinner at Uno's (there were 5 groups of people there), service was excellent, and then off to the grocery store, which we completeted in 15 minutes.  It was strange seeing how much of an impact this sporting event has on our society... it was a ghost town out there.  Oh, and the soda and potato chip aisles at the store were barren! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did watch the second half... the game was actually more entertaining than the commercials for a change.  We enjoyed the horse race with Shaquille O'Neal as a jockey for Vitamin water.  What were your favorite commercials?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="container" style="position:relative;width:320px;height:308px"&gt;&lt;div id="flash_container" style="position:absolute;top:0px;left:0px;z-index:1"&gt;&lt;OBJECT id="player660" codeBase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" height="308" width="320" padding="0" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" VIEWASTEXT&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME="FlashVars" VALUE="autoplay=false&amp;assetId=video:asset:pmms:2065874&amp;playerId=player660"&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME="Movie" VALUE="http://o.aolcdn.com/mediaplayer/players/fpm/fpm.swf"&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME="src" VALUE="http://o.aolcdn.com/mediaplayer/players/fpm/fpm.swf"&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME="WMode" VALUE="transparent"&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME="AllowScriptAccess" VALUE="always"&gt;&lt;PARAM NAME="AllowNetworking" VALUE="all"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://o.aolcdn.com/mediaplayer/players/fpm/fpm.swf" FlashVars="autoplay=false&amp;assetId=video:asset:pmms:2065874&amp;playerId=player660" quality="high" width="320" height="308" name="player660"  allowScriptAccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"  wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/OBJECT&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="videoContainer" style="position:absolute;left:0px;top:32px;  z-index:2"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-8942627493526816888?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/8942627493526816888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=8942627493526816888' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/8942627493526816888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/8942627493526816888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2008/02/had-another-wonderful-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-2995876522363466693</id><published>2008-01-23T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:01:07.885-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.foxnews.com/images/338849/0_61_mars_spirit_figure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.foxnews.com/images/338849/0_61_mars_spirit_figure.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found this entertaining today...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;British newspapers went crazy Wednesday morning about an image from Mars that appears to show a humanoid figure descending a shallow hillside.&lt;br /&gt;The "alien" is actually a blurry detail in a huge panoramic photograph snapped on the edge of Mars' Gusev crater by NASA's Spirit rover in early November, and posted on NASA's Web site on Jan. 2.&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, it took the Photoshop skills of dedicated bloggers to find the "humanoid."&lt;br /&gt;"NASA scientists have been puzzled by the peculiarly life-like image," declared the Times of London, despite the apparent fact that no one from NASA has had any comment.&lt;br /&gt;The skeptical Web site BadAstronomy.com, however, scoffed, "Puhlllleeeeze. A man? It's a tiny rock only a few inches high. It's only a few feet from the rover!"&lt;br /&gt;Other British papers saw the humo(u)r in the story, with the Sun theorizing that it was Detective Gene Hunt, the drunken, sexist policeman from the BBC time-traveling crime series "Life on Mars."&lt;br /&gt;"It's Usama bin Laden!" declared one Times of London commenter. "All this time we thought he was in Pakistan."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought life on Mars had been proven years ago... with this image from Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R5eVE50EDJI/AAAAAAAAAF0/tMaFT7yP_QE/s1600-h/martian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R5eVE50EDJI/AAAAAAAAAF0/tMaFT7yP_QE/s320/martian.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158755809647398034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-2995876522363466693?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/2995876522363466693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=2995876522363466693' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/2995876522363466693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/2995876522363466693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-found-this-entertaining-today.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R5eVE50EDJI/AAAAAAAAAF0/tMaFT7yP_QE/s72-c/martian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-1479267707697479209</id><published>2008-01-20T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:01:08.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R5QJ_qchc0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/un2CtsHKj_c/s1600-h/Photo_012008_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R5QJ_qchc0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/un2CtsHKj_c/s320/Photo_012008_002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157758462576390978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R5QJ6KchczI/AAAAAAAAAFk/OXs0CbyTt_Y/s1600-h/Photo_012008_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R5QJ6KchczI/AAAAAAAAAFk/OXs0CbyTt_Y/s320/Photo_012008_001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157758368087110450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter has found the place she wants to live when she is a bit older and able to afford it.  I have to admit, it looks pretty nice, even if a bit cramped, and at $400 a month, seems quite affordable.  OK.. this is a bit ridiculous.. this is a horse trailer!  Space for two-three horses in the back, living quarters in the front, and then you just need a big truck to pull it around.  I remember as a boy thinking Winnebago's were so cool.. you could drive around the country and have all the conveniences of home right there with you.  This was before the reality of employment, schools, return on investment, personal space, gas costs and other issues were present in my life.  Still it was nice daydreaming about traveling around, seeing the sights.  I guess no harm in  my daughter doing the same with her horse. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-1479267707697479209?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/1479267707697479209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=1479267707697479209' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/1479267707697479209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/1479267707697479209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-daughter-has-found-place-she-wants.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R5QJ_qchc0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/un2CtsHKj_c/s72-c/Photo_012008_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-1019446407306906748</id><published>2008-01-08T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:01:08.545-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R4RRFachcyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/PY8dRa6v5pA/s1600-h/MoUnicycle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R4RRFachcyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/PY8dRa6v5pA/s320/MoUnicycle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153333027058840354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about changes to my commute.  Sometimes I listen to the Jazz station, sometimes NPR, or other times I leave it on my daughter's station from her drive to school.  But I need more variety than this.  A pleasant phone call can help, perhaps satelite radio, maybe a new car will be the answer?  But today, I passed a fellow on a unicycle peddling his way to somewhere.  He had a helmet and backpack, so he was in for a serious ride, not some juggler on his way to a kid's party.  As I pondered this form of transportation, I thought... 28 miles on a unicycle would not be possible for me, I just don't have the leg conditioning for that and passing slower cars at 70 mph would be a challenge.  So after a little research I think I may have found the answer.  Just don't ask me for a ride to work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-1019446407306906748?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/1019446407306906748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=1019446407306906748' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/1019446407306906748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/1019446407306906748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-have-been-thinking-about-changes-to.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R4RRFachcyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/PY8dRa6v5pA/s72-c/MoUnicycle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-7461905429195660689</id><published>2008-01-03T00:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:01:09.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R3xzHachcxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/pg7a6rOx9wU/s1600-h/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R3xzHachcxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/pg7a6rOx9wU/s400/sunset.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151118645000237842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R3xzC6chcwI/AAAAAAAAAFM/cplHx2MjHn4/s1600-h/sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R3xzC6chcwI/AAAAAAAAAFM/cplHx2MjHn4/s400/sign.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151118567690826498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R3xy86chcvI/AAAAAAAAAFE/nFmw2S3TVSY/s1600-h/marker88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R3xy86chcvI/AAAAAAAAAFE/nFmw2S3TVSY/s400/marker88.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151118464611611378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R3xyL6chcuI/AAAAAAAAAE8/X8_Cp5bf7bc/s1600-h/fins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R3xyL6chcuI/AAAAAAAAAE8/X8_Cp5bf7bc/s400/fins.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151117622798021346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a wonderful week of vacation, but now back to cold weather, work, laundry, grocery shopping, homework, dog walking.  Reality! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a day or so ago we were drinking Margaritas (on the rocks with salt), strolling down Duval Street, watching sunsets at Mallory Square, snorkeling with yellowfin and the odd barracuda, kayaking among the mangroves, drinking Margaritas (on the rocks with salt), shopping, dining, sleeping in, watching the sunset at Fort Zachary Taylor, drinking Margaritas (on the rocks with salt), people watching (and there were some interesting ones), dancing a conga line in the sand, watching fireworks at midnight on NYE.  Oh, and did I mention Margaritas (on the rocks with salt)?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a happy end to a great 2007 and a wonderful celebration of the New Year's arrival!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all of you had a festive New Year's celebration!  Wishing you the best in 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-7461905429195660689?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/7461905429195660689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=7461905429195660689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/7461905429195660689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/7461905429195660689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year-its-been-wonderful-week.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R3xzHachcxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/pg7a6rOx9wU/s72-c/sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-5911346157218035353</id><published>2007-12-24T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:01:10.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R3CDNKchcpI/AAAAAAAAAEU/V2bFl9Roif8/s1600-h/xmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R3CDNKchcpI/AAAAAAAAAEU/V2bFl9Roif8/s200/xmas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147758636250002066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas All!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the presents are under the tree.  My daughter is near bed, excited for what tomorrow will bring.  I managed to visit with my old neighbors in Forest Hill and make it to church with AM and her family.  My mom has arrived to visit and help with the morning preparations.  My Dad and stepmom will arrive tomorrow morning for the gift exchange. I hope all of you have a wonderful time this holiday season, filled with love and blessings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-5911346157218035353?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/5911346157218035353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=5911346157218035353' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/5911346157218035353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/5911346157218035353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-all-all-presents-are.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R3CDNKchcpI/AAAAAAAAAEU/V2bFl9Roif8/s72-c/xmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-3068101826832684477</id><published>2007-12-18T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T22:55:23.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You ever have one of those weekends when something you were not sure would happen, suddenly happens, catching you a bit by surprise.   It was something you wanted to know, something you thought might be possible one day... you have wondered, waited... kept a positive mental outlook.   But then, when you aren't expecting it, you find out...  what a wonderful feeling, the best of all surprises.  I have been in a daze, reveling in the happiness this brings.  I am a very lucky fellow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the source of all this celebration? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you guessed it.. I am going to heaven!  I found out how to do it from this web site! &lt;a href="http://reserveaspotinheaven.com/"&gt;http://reserveaspotinheaven.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just in case that turns out to be a fraud... I am comforted in knowing that I will be back as a Zebra in my next life - &lt;a href="http://www.reincarnationstation.com/"&gt;http://www.reincarnationstation.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I am one lucky fellow! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-3068101826832684477?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/3068101826832684477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=3068101826832684477' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/3068101826832684477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/3068101826832684477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/12/you-ever-have-one-of-those-weekends.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-8188655168480822571</id><published>2007-12-12T23:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T23:56:59.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was out Christmas shopping today and got a phone call from my dad.  He got the results of his CT scan and there is no sign of a tumor anymore.  Last year, he was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and soon after he went into the hospital with pneumonia and almost didn't come out.  This year, the surgery, chemo and radiation treatments have done their job.. along with just getting back from two weeks in St. Maartens (that had to help!).  Some gifts you just cannot put a bow on and set under the tree!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-8188655168480822571?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/8188655168480822571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=8188655168480822571' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/8188655168480822571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/8188655168480822571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/12/was-out-christmas-shopping-today-and.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-8942662496486562705</id><published>2007-12-11T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:01:10.908-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R19Q4xtkDmI/AAAAAAAAADE/1nBlBjB3P88/s1600-h/foggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R19Q4xtkDmI/AAAAAAAAADE/1nBlBjB3P88/s200/foggy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142918235827736162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been foggy here the last few days.  Not sure if it has to do with my childhood living in England, but I find the fog comforting.  Things seem quieter, there is usually not much of a breeze, sounds seem muffled.  I also like the play of contrast, shades of gray on gray, the way lights are transformed into shapes and auras.. I often tried (usually unsuccessfully, I got this one from Google images) to capture that in my earlier days of black and white photography, will have to try again with my new camera.  Maybe it is the attenuation of color on days like this that make them so vibrant when the sun comes back. Probably a life metaphor in there somewhere, but I will leave those to AM. ;-)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many movies have made fog seem "evil", so I am thankful I have not seen too many of those, but a dog howling stills brings to mind the "Hound of the Baskervilles" a movie that made for some restless nights when I was a wee lad. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel on foggy days?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-8942662496486562705?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/8942662496486562705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=8942662496486562705' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/8942662496486562705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/8942662496486562705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-has-been-foggy-here-last-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R19Q4xtkDmI/AAAAAAAAADE/1nBlBjB3P88/s72-c/foggy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-8933789186272305808</id><published>2007-12-04T23:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:01:11.868-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mall Fiasco'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R1YtCVnWmiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/P49qkuE76Ac/s1600-h/wizofoz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R1YtCVnWmiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/P49qkuE76Ac/s200/wizofoz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140345542875191842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does the time go!  I guess watching 3 out of 4 performances of the Wizard of Oz can make a dent in your blogging time, but it was fun trying to see what changed from performance to performance.  Some of the ad libs by the 4th performance were hilarious, and all the kids were having a good time.  I also got to practice with my new camera.. finding it hard to hold that thing still in low light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.. I am all done with my shopping and decorating... yeah right! I am making progress, but it always happens.. I can find presents everywhere for a few people, and cannot for the life of me figure out what to get the others. Think I should just go with gift cards and booze at this point?  Or maybe make a little more effort? ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R1YtLFnWmjI/AAAAAAAAAC8/kpIO8TFYMl8/s1600-h/treeslong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R1YtLFnWmjI/AAAAAAAAAC8/kpIO8TFYMl8/s200/treeslong.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140345693199047218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The forecast tomorrow is for a chance of snow.  I am sure all the kids are putting on their pajamas inside out, walking backwards to their beds, and leaving spoons on their window sills.  Anyone have any other superstitions to get a snow day?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is enjoying the festive music at the malls, the energetic walks from the outskirts of the parking lots, and the patient conversations in the checkout lines. :-)  Humm... back to amazon.com for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-8933789186272305808?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/8933789186272305808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=8933789186272305808' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/8933789186272305808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/8933789186272305808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/12/where-does-time-go-i-guess-watching-3.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R1YtCVnWmiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/P49qkuE76Ac/s72-c/wizofoz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-6321574844917934625</id><published>2007-11-25T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:01:12.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving!  Mine was very enjoyable with great food, drink and company at AM's house, followed by fourteen of us going to see "Enchanted."  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R0o0G2KTIjI/AAAAAAAAACk/fq-NxT0KGTE/s1600-h/trailertrashsm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R0o0G2KTIjI/AAAAAAAAACk/fq-NxT0KGTE/s200/trailertrashsm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136975617192043058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friday I was inspired by the sales flyers and my mom's request that I buy my Christmas present from her... so now I finally have my new digital camera.  I am still learning how to use it, but got some good practice shooting some skydiving activities on Saturday.  I am looking forward to getting back into my photography, it's been a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R0o0MmKTIkI/AAAAAAAAACs/LfIaCk0XqYc/s1600-h/skydivingsm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R0o0MmKTIkI/AAAAAAAAACs/LfIaCk0XqYc/s200/skydivingsm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136975715976290882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Starting to get into the Christmas decorating frame of mind... will drag my tree out of the attic soon and get it up.  I like the fact that my tree has all its lights already on it, but have now learned that when they go bad.. it is a "pain" to get them off.  I would like to meet one of the poor souls who clip all those lights into the trees in the first place, that has to be a tough job, I wonder what profanity sounds like in Chinese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who has all their decorations up and Christmas shopping done already?   I have barely started shopping.. but plan to do a lot this week.. then just have to wait for the packages to arrive... what did we do before online shopping?  Oh yeah, I remember that Christmas Eve in KMart with the lights being turned out... not going to let that happen again! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-6321574844917934625?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/6321574844917934625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=6321574844917934625' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/6321574844917934625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/6321574844917934625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/11/hope-everyone-had-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R0o0G2KTIjI/AAAAAAAAACk/fq-NxT0KGTE/s72-c/trailertrashsm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-34338998565966491</id><published>2007-11-19T22:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T22:43:51.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am usually pretty patient, but when my cable, internet and phone all got knocked out this morning, I was a bit annoyed, since I do a fair amount of work from home.  I called and reported it and was told that there was an outage and it would be back up soon.  Patience I said.  When my daughter came home from school at noon and could not contact me through our usual methods, phone, IM or e-mail... I was concerned.  To keep the worst case scenarios from playing in my head, I dashed home after lunch to make sure all was OK.  It was, apart from a young girl who was bored out of her mind!  Now, I remember the days before internet, cable TV, video games, etc.. but this 13 year old has never known a day without the internet.  It may as well have been a full power outage, we would have just been colder! :-)  I walked out back and could see the painted lines in the grass showing where my cable was, and the fresh trench marks and spool of cable at the pole... I called Comcast again.. and was told that the outage was fixed.  "Not for me", I replied.  But since it was after 1 pm by this point, they could not send someone out until tomorrow, and that was going to be sometime during the day, would I be there?.  "You mean I need to stay here all day so you can fix the cable you dug up in my back yard?", "Yes, sorry", she said (then started going on about the difference between a meteor and meteorite)  ;-).  We will see what time this repair gets done tomorrow.  Fortunately, I have my cellular modem for the laptop, several hours of shows on my DVR and my cell phone.  Redundancy can help with patience. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-34338998565966491?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/34338998565966491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=34338998565966491' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/34338998565966491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/34338998565966491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am-usually-pretty-patient-but-when-my.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-1854505676490642468</id><published>2007-11-18T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:01:12.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was an all blogger birthday celebration on Friday, with Anne, Dan, myself and AM.  We were all impressed with Anne's new iPhone.. I really have to get one of those soon!  We were in Annapolis at the Rams Head to enjoy the sold out Mark Cohn concert and some refreshing local brews.  It was a great start to a fun night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a relaxing day with not too much to do until the afternoon when we took a road trip to my old neighborhood in Forest Hill to pick up my daughter and have dinner with my "old" neighbors.  (they aren't really that old.. just from my old neighborhood) :-)   We had a good time with new introductions and delicious food, then trekked our way back south to the "new" neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R0EPjGKTIgI/AAAAAAAAACM/Fd-FZqLVGdc/s1600-h/pilly%26m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R0EPjGKTIgI/AAAAAAAAACM/Fd-FZqLVGdc/s200/pilly%26m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134402145802723842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, the daughter and I were up early for the last horse show of the fall season.  It was a cold, blustery day.. with a few raindrops here and there at the beginning, but the day turned out nice and the show went well.   She decided to enter into some morning walk/trot/canter classes and an afternoon jumper series (small fences). She won first place for the first time on Pilgrim (her horse) on the second of the jumper classes and was thrilled  (especially after a little difficulty on the first jumper class). We came home cold and tired, with a rainbow of ribbons and smiles on our faces.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R0EQu2KTIiI/AAAAAAAAACc/J32vyyQue8s/s1600-h/Pilly%26ribbonssm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R0EQu2KTIiI/AAAAAAAAACc/J32vyyQue8s/s200/Pilly%26ribbonssm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134403447177814562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the shortened work week and Thanksgiving festivities.  I usually don't have too much trouble finding a few things to be thankful for, but this year will be especially easy! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-1854505676490642468?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/1854505676490642468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=1854505676490642468' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/1854505676490642468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/1854505676490642468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/11/it-was-all-blogger-birthday-celebration.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/R0EPjGKTIgI/AAAAAAAAACM/Fd-FZqLVGdc/s72-c/pilly%26m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-1923718264534533128</id><published>2007-11-10T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T22:25:05.712-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charming Guests'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight I witnessed several incidents of husbands being thrown out of cars,  the disappointment over not being able to have a baby, confusing discussions over money, and a beautiful cop who was making a mint on speeding tickets.  Then it was my turn... and I won the Nobel Prize!   We were playing the Game of Life. :-)  It was a bit different than I remembered from the version I grew up with... seemed like you could do more "gambling" in the older edition, but I also recall those games hardly ever finishing, since they took so long.  It was fun playing together, laughing, and for a change a computer was not involved!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are some of your favorite non-computer games?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-1923718264534533128?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/1923718264534533128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=1923718264534533128' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/1923718264534533128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/1923718264534533128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/11/tonight-i-witnessed-several-incidents.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-38583119148098989</id><published>2007-11-05T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T22:50:46.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My birthday is tomorrow!  As I reflect on the past year.. nah.. not going to get all introspective and stuff like that.  Just going to say it has been a great 6 months, must be the blogging... it brings me such joy! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to enjoy an early celebration on Friday with a wonderful dinner and a play.  It was Shakespeare's "The Taming of the Shrew", but done with modern costumes and props.  This made for a interesting presentation, from humor to some unsettling parts along the lines of domestic violence, but seemed to end with a more modern "mutual respect/team approach" to relationships.  I think I am going to start saying "Well Met" instead of hello for a while.. just to be brave ( or stupid?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday brought the 30th anniversary gala for &lt;a href="http://www.changingfocus.org/"&gt;Changing Focus&lt;/a&gt;.  It was a fun event, with a lot of folks I've known for a long time now.  We even managed a few dances, of the slower variety.. will be at least another week before "the Twist" or "Brown-eyed girl".  We followed up this event with The Crayfish at a local bar, always entertaining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I started to feel a cold coming on, and it has been making itself noticed more today.  Hopefully after a few naps today and a good nights sleep, I will shake it soon.   Nothing quite as much fun as being sick on your birthday. (OK, I am sure that can be topped in many ways.. just going for the sympathy comments) :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. go ahead and top it.. what were some of your more "fun" birthdays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to bed... Have a good election day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-38583119148098989?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/38583119148098989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=38583119148098989' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/38583119148098989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/38583119148098989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-birthday-is-tomorrow-as-i-reflect-on.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-7976404774316293534</id><published>2007-10-28T21:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:01:13.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know we needed the rain, but I am glad it finally ended! The horse farm is not a good place to go after three days of rain, actually one day makes quite a mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/RyU-NBGbF9I/AAAAAAAAACE/OH_lUoelKfM/s1600-h/hershey07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/RyU-NBGbF9I/AAAAAAAAACE/OH_lUoelKfM/s200/hershey07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126572144185776082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With the clearer weather, we managed to meet up with some of my daughter's friends at Hershey Park on Saturday.  It was fun, got to ride some of the roller coasters.. but I did not get a chance to ride my favorite one - The Great Bear.  We rode the Comet, my daughter's first roller coaster (front seat with her mom when she was 5.. she was just tall enough).  We rode it three times that first day, just the once this time.  The Wild Mouse and the Wildcat also.  On our way out, my daughter caught sight of the S'Mores stand... good eyes!  We both enjoyed that treat on the way to the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week's weather was also a problem for other reasons... on the minor side, my commute was horrible, on the major side, Denise, the woman who cleans my house was in a car accident... some cuts, minor back injury, and a broken hand... I am told she is OK, but out of action for a while.  So today I cleaned the house... it's been a while since I have done many of these tasks, but I managed to get to about 70% of what would have normally been done.  I have a renewed appreciation of what Denise does for me.  Get well soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the start of another week... hope everyone has a good one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-7976404774316293534?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/7976404774316293534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=7976404774316293534' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/7976404774316293534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/7976404774316293534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-know-we-needed-rain-but-i-am-glad-it.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/RyU-NBGbF9I/AAAAAAAAACE/OH_lUoelKfM/s72-c/hershey07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-6130923143436547072</id><published>2007-10-22T23:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:01:13.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a wonderful weekend with trips to a friend's wedding on Friday evening at the &lt;a href="http://www.antrim1844.com/"&gt;Antrim Manor&lt;/a&gt; in Taneytown, and to "&lt;a href="http://www.bsomusic.org/main.taf?p=1,4,1"&gt;Symphony with a Twist&lt;/a&gt;" on Saturday night at the Meyerhoff in Baltimore.   The "Twist" series always has an unusual aspect to the performances... in this case, the first piece "Frankenstein" had the orchestra supplementing their usual instruments with toy instruments, plastic tubes, and a percussionist blowing up and popping paper bags (and throwing them towards the conductor afterwards).  It was definitely not your expected orchestra performance, probably a part of why we enjoyed it.  The blue martini's before hand may have helped? ;-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/Rx1olQOOXVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5hB294jZCRQ/s1600-h/pickup1990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/Rx1olQOOXVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5hB294jZCRQ/s200/pickup1990.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124366940236569938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also of note, the day arrived last Thursday that our family no longer has a car older than my daughter.  I had taken ownership of a 1990 Toyota pickup and used it for the past year or so for mulch runs, dump runs, etc.  But with it needing a new exhaust system to pass emissions, 5th gear not quite reliable and a lot of rust underneath.. I decided it was time to give it to charity and free up the space in the driveway.  One American Red Cross web form later and I had a call that someone would be by soon to pick up the pickup.  So sometime Thursday, while I was out at lunch, the truck vanished from my driveway, on to wherever those things go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-6130923143436547072?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/6130923143436547072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=6130923143436547072' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/6130923143436547072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/6130923143436547072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/10/had-wonderful-weekend-with-trips-to.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/Rx1olQOOXVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5hB294jZCRQ/s72-c/pickup1990.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-4315436277154671948</id><published>2007-10-16T23:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T23:23:03.318-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How long is soon?  I have many references, but they are all so vague.  "See you soon"... could be a few hours to a few weeks or more.  The popular e-mail ending.. "talk to you soon" seems fairly short, since the easier "ttyl" ("talk to you later") would be used for a longer time span.  My daughter's response when I ask her to do something.. "I will soon" can be anywhere from minutes to the end of time.  Then there is "ASAP" or "As soon as possible"... a popular acronym, which should have some sense of urgency, but seems to mean "when I can get around to it".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I need to know... a light appeared on my dashboard for the first time in my car's 8 year lifespan.  "Service Engine Soon" in brilliant yellow.  It's not flashing, the car is running fine as best I can tell (and it is in no way related to the amount of fuel I have left in the car).  So I am planning to get it checked out in the next day or so.  Should I be concerned?  Maybe it should have said "Service Engine ASAP".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-4315436277154671948?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/4315436277154671948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=4315436277154671948' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/4315436277154671948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/4315436277154671948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-long-is-soon-i-have-many-references.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-7366741166936704173</id><published>2007-10-15T22:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T23:19:08.567-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been an interesting few days... my big work event went well last Friday.  We have received praise from our Institute Director on down and it looks to become an annual event!  Oh joy another 12 hour workday! ;-)  I took on the D.C. beltway on a Friday evening to catch up with AM and enjoy her fun event.  Many stories have been written of the D.C. beltway, but they are only true when there is an accident, which is almost daily... I was lucky that night, no accidents and it was a relatively painless drive.  John the Trucker would appreciate that I did not try to cut anyone off, just patiently plodded along and listened to some soothing music. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday had me on a quest to find the title for my old pickup so I could donate it to charity.  That had the added task of sorting and filing about a years worth of documents that had piled up.  It was something that needed to be done, but it is mindless work.  I found the title in the very last pile of papers I sorted.. how does that happen all the time!  The bonus side was finding some savings bonds that had been stashed away for many years, maybe I will spend them on something extravagant? (Or save them for many more years?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a day for everyone to catch up on sleep, watch some TV, order some wedding presents, and for me to format the huge amounts of text from Friday to be ready for this week.  Another mindless (OK, semi-mindless) task that would have probably driven me crazy had I not had the appropriate beverage and TV diversions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today started off with the right plans, but after a phone call from school and a daughter who did not feel well, turned into a work at home day, doctor's appt, etc.   As AM mentioned about being off balance, these are the days I feel off balance.  I know what I should be doing, but need to adapt to the situation quickly.  She has had to adapt for a long time... I cannot complain about one day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my tasks remain, to properly "jellify" a PB&amp;J sandwich for my daughter's lunch tomorrow (her term, not mine), take out the recycling, walk the dog and get ready for another day.  Will see how things work out tomorrow. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-7366741166936704173?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/7366741166936704173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=7366741166936704173' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/7366741166936704173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/7366741166936704173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-been-interesting-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-628112566569396669</id><published>2007-10-08T00:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T01:21:04.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Updates:  My dad is doing well... he is getting chemo and radiation therapies over the last few weeks, and while it has been tiring for him, he is getting through it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM has a nice new blue cast, being decorated now by her friends and family.  She is getting around better with less pain as the days go by.  Getting out of the house from time to time for short trips and lacrosse games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me.. I have been helping out where I can.  Managing to keep all my web site projects up to date.  Trying to get ready for a big work event next Friday.  But today I got out to play some golf.  It was a long day in the heat (5.5 hours to play 18 holes), but I managed a couple of pars and a birdie, even though I had a few meltdown holes (an 8 on a par 3.. ugh).  Then off to meet up with some friends for some 8-ball.  I had some good shots there too.  Tomorrow is a work holiday, so not feeling too guilty about indulging myself. (OK, those who know me might wonder about that). Tomorrow, I will have to do a lot of good things for others to make up for this!  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blessed with a lot of laughter over the last few days... a mom's text messaging attempts...friendly teasing about new tattoos (not mine)... creative use of trees in golf shots (mine)... my friend's pool banter (My good friend Chad used to keep me in stitches when we were shooting pool, looking forward to celebrating at his wedding in two weeks!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are some of the things that have made you laugh recently?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-628112566569396669?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/628112566569396669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=628112566569396669' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/628112566569396669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/628112566569396669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/10/updates-my-dad-is-doing-well.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-533404625811387041</id><published>2007-10-02T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T00:32:52.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ran to the liquor store tonight to pick up a few items.  While waiting for my turn to check out I noticed the patron ahead of me having a conversation with the cashier.  A few seconds went by and as I got closer, I noticed that the fellow checking out was talking on his bluetooth headset and the cashier had a phone under her ear and was having a completely different conversation.   He finished his transaction and continued his conversation as he walked out the door.  The cashier continued hers and went all the way to handing me back my credit card before a muffled "Thank you".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bluetooth headset, but it's a strange sensation having conversations on it... it feels like I am just talking into space.. or most of the time to my windshield.  Maybe if I hold my hand to the side of my head and pretend to have a phone it would seem more normal?  I feel like I am being rude if I am talking on it when the drive-through speaker asks for my order, and that is not even a real person (OK, I guess there is one somewhere).  Do other people feel this way?  Or do I need to adapt to the new age of communications everywhere, all the time... I don't think I have that much to talk about! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-533404625811387041?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/533404625811387041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=533404625811387041' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/533404625811387041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/533404625811387041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/10/ran-to-liquor-store-tonight-to-pick-up.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-7110642144762775018</id><published>2007-09-25T21:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T21:40:48.555-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Odometers... you used to be able to see them all the time as they clicked over a mile at a time, waiting for those milestones of your car's life, 40,000 then 50,000 and on.  My more recent cars have reached the 100,000 point and beyond..  the 1984 Dodge Omni died at 84,000, my 1979 Triumph Spitfire had to be retired for a practical car when I joined the workforce.  Since then, my 1990 Nissan Maxima was traded in at 205,000 miles for the 1999 Nissan Maxima I currently drive.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday while driving, for some reason I decided to switch over the display from the trip odometer (which is always on, showing me how I am doing on this particular tank of gas) to the overall display. It had just passed 180,000 miles... I missed it by probably a few minutes... oh well.  Thinking back I realized that I was still married when I got this car... two years later I was separated, a few years after that divorced.. and now here I am at 8 years of owning this car.  It has taken me to the Outer Banks, Rehoboth, and Ocean City on vacations, faithfully delivered me to work and back - day in and day out, escorted me on dates, tolerated the dust and debris of numerous horse farms.  It only complained once.. when I stuck its nose into the back of an SUV one day, but that was soon rectified by my insurance company.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some fellows get very attached to their cars, very protective.  Maybe if I had a $60,000+ vehicle, I might?.. but then what would I drive to the horse farm?  Am I attached to my current car?  Well, it has been a good car... very few problems for all those miles.  So to mark this mileage landmark... I washed it... something else that doesn't happen very often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just need to get the footprints back on the windshield, the bits of straw on the floor, and a pair of riding boots in the back seat, so all feels normal again. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-7110642144762775018?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/7110642144762775018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=7110642144762775018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/7110642144762775018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/7110642144762775018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/09/odometers.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-7047276042678112260</id><published>2007-09-23T19:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:01:13.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Doesn't seem like nearly a week since I posted last.  I was in the dad routine... having my daughter with me this past week.  Had to do some emergency shopping for jeans on Monday, since she seems to have shot up again.  I really don't want her all grown up yet.. but it sure will be nice to be able to buy her clothes that will last a while!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was my girlfriend's surgery to set the breaks in her lower leg.  Was at the hospital with her parents to offer whatever support I could.  She was in at 7:30 am and out at 2:30 pm, to go home to recuperate.  I have to say I don't agree with this modern philosophy of medical care.  She should have had at least a night in the hospital with the pain medicine on demand.  Instead she had to suffer through it at home. She has her mother staying with her, who compliments her motherly nuturing with her past nursing skills, but it was still a long period of unrelenting pain. She is doing better the last few days, sleeping longer and finding the right combinations of medicines that keep her comfortable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a chance to visit on Friday and Saturday, doing a few honey-do's, cooking a few meals, trying to play Florence Nightingale (OK that is tough for a guy). :-)  I am hoping to be able to  do more in the coming weeks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/Rvb2DwOOXUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9iyg6zOIgyA/s1600-h/cgp1acropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/Rvb2DwOOXUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9iyg6zOIgyA/s200/cgp1acropped.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113544971270380866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my daughter was with me to go to our annual local horse event, the Columbia Classic Grand Prix.  We sat in the heat and watched horses that I will never be able to afford, jump over fences higher than I ever want to think of my daughter jumping.  I overheard a mother near me saying that if her daughter ever did this, she would probably have a heart attack on the spot.  Only had one bad spill.. a fellow was launched off his horse into a fence, when his mount refused at the last second (he was fine)... sometime's I wonder how many people come to watch the horses "crash".. like in NASCAR? ;-)  We saw a lot of people we know from the various horse farms and summer camps, as expected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-7047276042678112260?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/7047276042678112260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=7047276042678112260' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/7047276042678112260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/7047276042678112260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/09/doesnt-seem-like-nearly-week-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/Rvb2DwOOXUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9iyg6zOIgyA/s72-c/cgp1acropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-7672158523153499999</id><published>2007-09-17T21:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:01:14.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was a very eventful weekend.  First of all, thanks to all my Changing Focus friends who came out to the Art Gallery mixer on Friday night.. it was a great success and everyone seemed to have a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/Ru8rwJYZadI/AAAAAAAAABk/J1fIbDU23dk/s1600-h/91507boat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/Ru8rwJYZadI/AAAAAAAAABk/J1fIbDU23dk/s200/91507boat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111352208240765394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I was up early to help with a photo assignment... my girlfriend was going to photograph the start of a sailing race on the bay and we were in a power boat, chasing down catamarans that were moving along quite quickly.  The weather was a little chilly with the strong breezes and overcast sky, but we were having a good time until a series of unfortunate events collaborated to send her crashing onto the floor of the boat.  She landed badly and broke her leg near the ankle in three places (as we would learn later).  She was in a tremendous amount of pain and had to endure a bouncing boat ride back to shore to meet the ambulance crew, get some pain medicine, and then be transported to the hospital.  She is home now... on Percocet and still in a lot of pain, awaiting the scheduling of surgery later this week to set the fractures and begin the healing process.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/Ru8sUpYZaeI/AAAAAAAAABs/WoSlxB81OKs/s1600-h/MandPribbons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/Ru8sUpYZaeI/AAAAAAAAABs/WoSlxB81OKs/s200/MandPribbons.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111352835305990626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was my daughter's first horse show with her own horse.  The last one was about 6 years ago at a different farm with a cute but unpredictable pony.  She knows her horse very well now, and they did great.  Two second place, two third place and three fourth place ribbons will now decorate her room.  She really wanted to win an event, but was aware of the things she did wrong, and she, as well as her mom, stepdad, myself, various grandparents were all happy with the results.  The next show is in October, and she is looking forward to that next chance to prove her and her horse's abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there were some very good times this weekend, but the injury tempered that and made me remember how quickly things can change.  My girlfriend has a lot of people ready to help and praying for her quick recovery... I am one of them. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-7672158523153499999?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/7672158523153499999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=7672158523153499999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/7672158523153499999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/7672158523153499999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-was-very-eventful-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/Ru8rwJYZadI/AAAAAAAAABk/J1fIbDU23dk/s72-c/91507boat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-8008661902810430798</id><published>2007-09-10T22:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T23:31:15.334-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Popcorn workers' lung"  Have you ever heard of it?  I remember something about some fatalities at a popcorn plant some years ago.. but then I read this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Exposure to synthetic butter in food production and flavoring plants has been linked to hundreds of cases of workers whose lungs have been damaged or destroyed. Diacetyl is found naturally in milk, cheese, butter and other products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heated diacetyl becomes a vapor and, when inhaled over a long period of time, seems to lead the small airways in the lungs to become swollen and scarred. Sufferers can breathe in deeply, but they have difficulty exhaling. The severe form of the disease is called bronchiolitis obliterans or “popcorn workers’ lung,” which can be fatal.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am a huge fan of microwave popcorn, it was the reason microwaves were invented I think,  and it is a staple in my daughter's "diet".  So should I be concerned?   Reading further I find that the fellow the article is about is 53 years old, was eating popcorn at least twice a day for more than 10 years, and had a habit of inhaling the vapors from the bag when it came out of the microwave....which seems to be the worst thing to do.  His doctor told him to stop eating popcorn and he lost 50 lbs and can breathe better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now, I guess my daughter and I can keep eating popcorn...in moderation.. but perhaps we should stop huffing the buttery vapors from the bag? (&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/09/05/us/05popcorn.html?ex=1346731200&amp;en=af7fe3d71d637aff&amp;ei=5124&amp;partner=permalink&amp;exprod=permalink"&gt;Article from NY Times&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-8008661902810430798?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/8008661902810430798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=8008661902810430798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/8008661902810430798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/8008661902810430798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/09/popcorn-workers-lung-have-you-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-2433455505055219402</id><published>2007-09-08T23:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T00:49:15.217-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have seen some strange things in the road in my life.  Watched a huge rear axle come off the truck trailer next to me on the way to work one morning.  Have seen a sad variety of animals who fell victim to the hazards of crossing the highway.  Was in an hour backup on 270 for what seemed to be a boot in the road.  But today, driving my daughter through the countryside to a new tack store, I happened across a new addition to the highway decor.  It was, as best as I could tell on my two passes by it.. a black bra.   There were no other clothing items near it, no homes in the vicinity... just a bra in the middle of the road, in the middle of nowhere.  Made me start to wonder how it got there... anyone care to fabricate a scenario where this could happen?  Being a guy, I am not completely familiar with this item of clothing, but I am quite sure they don't fly out the car window without a bit of effort. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-2433455505055219402?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/2433455505055219402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=2433455505055219402' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/2433455505055219402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/2433455505055219402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-have-seen-some-strange-things-in-road.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-3006632207308596836</id><published>2007-09-05T22:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T23:14:30.381-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was just filling out the school picture form for my daughter.. it's picture day tomorrow.  What package to choose?  Do I really need 283 wallet size photos? With her name on them?  Maybe 4 8x10's?... I think that would bother her to have 8x10 portraits all over the house.  I usually split them with her mom, but there is always something weird, like 3 4x5's, so then have to figure out who gets the extra one.   Should she be retouched or as is?  I think she looks pretty as is.  Then the one that really confuses me.. why is it more expensive to have one background over another?  The environmental background is the cheapest.. are they trying to get us to have all our kids photos taken in the trees to raise global awareness?  Does anyone get the new laser background?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I settled on package number 3, on the traditional background - retouched (just in case she is having a bad hair day).  Now if she just looks awake in the photo, that would be great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-3006632207308596836?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/3006632207308596836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=3006632207308596836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/3006632207308596836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/3006632207308596836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/09/was-just-filling-out-school-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-3267784680585111506</id><published>2007-09-02T00:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T01:00:53.609-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:n4rHmVzNZndhqM:http://img.snlarc.jt.org/arc/char/JoBe-Samurai%2520Futaba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:n4rHmVzNZndhqM:http://img.snlarc.jt.org/arc/char/JoBe-Samurai%2520Futaba.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am watching SNL, it's a rerun, but I recall when this show first started. I was in college in 1978 when John Belushi, Chevy Chase, Gilda Radner, Dan Akroyd, and others were on this show.  We had all the great sketches, Coneheads, Two wild and crazy guys (when Steve Martin would host), the Bass-o-Matic, Swill, Samurai whatever, and many more. Our college lives revolved around it, we would go out early on Saturdays, to be back to watch the show by 11:30.  There would be a packed house in the TV lounge, laughing uncontrollably.   Have not had that experience with SNL in a long time.  Cannot even imagine a TV show these days that I would plan my evening around... of course with DVR's that is not really an issue.  What are some of your favorite sketches from the early SNL days?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-3267784680585111506?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/3267784680585111506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=3267784680585111506' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/3267784680585111506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/3267784680585111506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-watching-snl-its-rerun-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-5057988920352333689</id><published>2007-08-28T21:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T12:49:29.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.freespiritspheres.com/eryn_pics/table_side2-sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:10px 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px;" src="http://www.freespiritspheres.com/eryn_pics/table_side2-sm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freespiritspheres.com/AS1_0398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:10px 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.freespiritspheres.com/AS1_0398.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a modest home... big enough for myself and my daughter and not really a hike from one end to the other... but a coworker of mine found this today, the &lt;a href="http://www.freespiritspheres.com/index.htm"&gt;Habitat for the Un-Tamed Spirit&lt;/a&gt;.  These spheres are suspended from trees and the largest is 10.5 ft in diameter.  I can see the advantages.. if the neighborhood gets too rowdy with racoons, bears, etc.. then just move to some new trees.   But I have to think living in one of these would be difficult... especially having to climb out of the tree in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom!  I guess for a couple of squirrels it would be rather luxurious. :-)&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-5057988920352333689?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/5057988920352333689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=5057988920352333689' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/5057988920352333689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/5057988920352333689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-have-modest-home.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-3352787112661997928</id><published>2007-08-27T13:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T18:04:46.428-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.nasa.gov/cm/blog/voyager-goldenrecord/1000337main_goldenrecord-200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://blogs.nasa.gov/cm/blog/voyager-goldenrecord/1000337main_goldenrecord-200.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Voyager spacecraft were launched in 1977, they each took a golden record that contained information about earth. Music, greetings in different languages, images of life on this planet.  NASA has started a blog for suggestions to cover the last 30 years.  &lt;a href="http://blogs.nasa.gov/cm/blog/voyager-goldenrecord/posts/post_1187299526389.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://blogs.nasa.gov/cm/blog/voyager-goldenrecord/posts/post_1187299526389.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you suggest?  How would you like another civilization to perceive us? Based on the 80's videos on VH1... an alien race will think we all have big hair!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-3352787112661997928?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/3352787112661997928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=3352787112661997928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/3352787112661997928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/3352787112661997928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-voyager-spacecraft-were-launched.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-9094053892732649092</id><published>2007-08-21T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T01:18:29.534-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>David Letterman has his "brushes with greatness" where people tell their stories of meeting someone famous, usually with a funny embellishment added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 11 in England, Queen Elizabeth II came to visit our school.  We were all paraded out in our clean uniforms to greet her.  As she came down the long line of kids, I wondered if she would stop to talk to me?  We had all been "briefed" on proper behavior around the queen, and I was getting a little nervous.  As she approached me, she stopped and turned... and asked the boy next to me his name and shook his hand. Darn.. all I can say now is that I almost met the Queen of England!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, many years later, I met Walter Koenig (Chekov from Star Trek) and no it was not at a convention, it was at an overload gate during bad weather at the Cincinnati airport.. can't remember what I said to him.. but I got a smile... then realized who he was!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Care to share your brushes with greatness?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-9094053892732649092?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/9094053892732649092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=9094053892732649092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/9094053892732649092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/9094053892732649092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/08/david-letterman-has-his-brushes-with.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-8374873215207879180</id><published>2007-08-19T21:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T21:05:02.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One more week before my daughter goes back to school.  The supplies have been bought, still some shopping to do, but we are currently working on the adjustment to earlier bedtimes and wake up times.  I know that first Monday will be a shock to her system, probably mine as well!  I am looking forward to the start of the school year and getting back to a more normal schedule.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few cool evenings and the school year starting have me thinking of the fall, my favorite season of the year. It has been a wonderful summer, with a lot of great things to look back upon.  And for the first time, I can go back and look through my blog and recall all the wonderful things that have happened to me this summer.  Thanks for inspiring me to start this AM, you really are a Cool Girlfriend (among all your other titles). :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-8374873215207879180?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/8374873215207879180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=8374873215207879180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/8374873215207879180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/8374873215207879180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-more-week-before-my-daughter-goes.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-1050364934147514663</id><published>2007-08-14T23:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T00:28:53.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was a great weekend.  Based on my experiences over the past few days, I have been inspired to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Build a very short rocket in the basement (I don't have a barn)&lt;br /&gt;2.  Learn how to play the piano.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Relax and read by the pool more often.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Buy a new car (a hybrid perhaps)&lt;br /&gt;5.  Never work in a cubicle or a place called Chotchkie's&lt;br /&gt;6.  Spend as much time as possible with my girlfriend, she makes everything more enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful time, we saw Jeff Lorber at Ram's Head in Annapolis on Saturday... not sure how many people actually know who he is... but I first saw him in the 80's and it was a good show.  At Ram's Head it was a smaller band, but fun just the same.  Got to enjoy time with kids, family and friends, celebrate my dad's birthday, and toast the anniversary of our first three months together.   Another memorable weekend... I am a lucky fellow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-1050364934147514663?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/1050364934147514663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=1050364934147514663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/1050364934147514663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/1050364934147514663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/08/it-was-great-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-6200667919715808845</id><published>2007-08-08T19:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T19:39:40.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Phew! 102 degrees today.. at least that is what the weather.com thing said on my computer.  I know I endured this kind of heat and humidity as a child, but now I wonder how people survive without air conditioning in this part of the U.S.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I lived in Baltimore City, we had window units and would avoid the parts of the house not being cooled.. but I have to think of the people who lived in that house in the 1900's (it was a very old house)... maybe it was more rural then, with breezes?  Perhaps they were just "used to it"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when we lived in Florida, my parents used to keep the house at 70 degrees... brrr!.. and with 90+ degrees and 100 percent humidity outside, it was quite a shock to my system. But, the worst temperature contrast was  when I worked  in a beer and wine drive-through in Ohio.  It was 115 degrees around the cars, 40 degrees in the coolers... and all the time we had to ask people if they wanted a soft pretzel!  It was easily my least favorite summer job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were some of your least favorite summer jobs?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-6200667919715808845?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/6200667919715808845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=6200667919715808845' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/6200667919715808845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/6200667919715808845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/08/phew-102-degrees-today.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-4632905687303176672</id><published>2007-08-03T23:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:01:14.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/RrPswNsYdEI/AAAAAAAAABc/v_ewDxVZJ20/s1600-h/granddadcalvary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/RrPswNsYdEI/AAAAAAAAABc/v_ewDxVZJ20/s200/granddadcalvary.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094675916539851842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learned something new about my grandfather today when I got this photo in an e-mail from my mom.  He passed away when I was very young, so do not have any of my own memories of him, but found out he was the commander of a calvary unit in the 1920's and loved his horses. Maybe it skipped a few generations to get to my daughter?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-4632905687303176672?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/4632905687303176672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=4632905687303176672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/4632905687303176672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/4632905687303176672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/08/learned-something-new-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/RrPswNsYdEI/AAAAAAAAABc/v_ewDxVZJ20/s72-c/granddadcalvary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-7718757692140713823</id><published>2007-07-31T22:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T22:55:56.539-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm working along, waiting for midnight.  At the end of each month, the traffic patterns for my work web site need to be analyzed to see what content is most popular, how many people are visiting the site, where they are coming from, etc.  I could do this anytime I guess, but like to get this done so the computer can crunch through these huge files and we have all the data for last month when I get into the office tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading John's entertaining blog the other day about trucker language (&lt;a href="http://longmiles.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://longmiles.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) and was thinking about all our professional languages.  When I was doing photography, it was about f/stops, focal lengths, depth-of-field, fish-eye's, push/pull proceessing, D-76 (yes, I am old) and so on.  In computers, a whole new and dizzying array of terms and acronyms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight I will be rolling the logs and resetting the Apache service, then transferring them from the server and running them through the web analytics software. I am doing this all through a remote desktop connection on a VPN over TCP/IP, but on a non-standard port. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John... your language is much more interesting! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-7718757692140713823?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/7718757692140713823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=7718757692140713823' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/7718757692140713823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/7718757692140713823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-working-along-waiting-for-midnight.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-2505586832270800243</id><published>2007-07-27T00:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T02:07:38.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As the child of a military officer, I have lived in a lot of different places. Sometimes I think it would have been nice to have grown up in one area, but you don't really miss what you never knew.  On the one hand, you get to start over many times, doing things differently, on the other hand, you tend to have to give up friends and make new ones.  One thing for sure, you do get to experience different "cultures" and learn to appreciate parts of each of them, including your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started this thinking of the regional forms of my entertainment in all these different locations as I was growing up...  playing keep-away from the mosquito fogging truck in Florida (not really a game, more self-preservation); Cricket, Conkers - I think I had a 5-er once (&lt;a href="http://www.woodlands-junior.kent.sch.uk/customs/conkers.html"&gt;here is how to play this strange game using horse chestnuts&lt;/a&gt;) and Snooker in England; Euchre, Ultimate Frisbee and various drinking games in college in Ohio (part of the education.. right?).  As for living in Maryland, the games I have found unusual so far are a dart game variation on a wooden board (American Darts), Duckpin bowling and Pitch.  Any other Maryland, Northeast US games I am missing? Have any special games that you played growing up?  Any other forms of nut based entertainment?  (I have to think Conkers is one of a kind). ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-2505586832270800243?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/2505586832270800243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=2505586832270800243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/2505586832270800243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/2505586832270800243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/07/as-child-of-military-officer-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-7067353160135134670</id><published>2007-07-24T20:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T22:45:23.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been writing a lot about my dad in the blog so far, since his hospital visits and surgeries have been of concern to myself and my friends.  He is doing well, having just returned from a weekend at the Eastern Shore this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now for a little about my mom.  She lives in Bowie, is active in her church, does water aerobics, travels often, and is now semi-retired from her work in biohazard safety (she claims retired, but seems to still have a project going here and there).  She is well known in her field and is often sought out by the CDC, NIH and large corporations when they need her expertise.  I haven't blogged about her yet, since there has not been an event or activity that has sparked a blog entry... but she comes and takes my daughter to the farm some days, watches my dog when I go on vacation, and is always ready to help out if I need anything.  She clips articles of interest (I read them sometimes), tries to buy clothes that my daughter might wear (that's a tough one!), shares her Trader Joes purchases with us, makes her "war cake" recipe from time to time (that one has to be experienced, it's sort of a fruit cake), and takes part in other motherly and grandmotherly activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young, my mom and I traveled over most of Europe together, including a trip to Leningrad and Moscow in the 70's.  My dad would come along when work and military committments would allow.. but sometimes it was just the two of us, and perhaps 40 more people if she had organized the trip.  I remember her coming to my boarding school on Thursdays to take me out for chicken sandwiches and tea, always a nice break from the cafeteria food.  We don't spend that kind of time together much anymore, since I have a family of my own to take care of, but I have always been proud of my mom for her many accomplishments and sacrifices...  I believe that warrants a blog entry. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-7067353160135134670?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/7067353160135134670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=7067353160135134670' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/7067353160135134670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/7067353160135134670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-have-been-writing-lot-about-my-dad-in.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-5686184197054013180</id><published>2007-07-21T00:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T00:16:41.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back to reality again... have to refocus my brain to deal with web site issues, project planning and strategies instead of where to eat, what sunblock to use and what shops to explore.  Vacation has come to an end... but it was a wonderful two weeks and the memories should hold me over for quite a while.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few days I have been exploring Rehoboth with my girlfriend.  It was a much different energy level than the week before in Ocean city with my daughter.  I enjoyed the slower pace, the less crowded beaches and the eclectic stores... a very relaxing vacation with a very special person.  Just what I needed. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt and Uncle from Georgia were in town for a visit this week and got a chance to come out and see my daughter riding at the farm.  My dad and stepmom came also... it was good to see him out of the house.   We visited for a while then headed out for my turn to see Harry Potter.  Tomorrow the books arrive... we saw a huge crowd outside the Barnes and Noble at 11 pm tonight on our way back from the movie. I'm not in a hurry to get the last one since  I have only managed to read the first three books.. so have a lot of reading to do to catch up before everyone tells me what happens in the final book!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-5686184197054013180?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/5686184197054013180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=5686184197054013180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/5686184197054013180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/5686184197054013180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/07/back-to-reality-again.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-8358814044649961445</id><published>2007-07-13T01:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:01:16.390-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacations'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/RpcJt-Rd--I/AAAAAAAAABU/1h5FlVX8plg/s1600-h/Photo_071207_012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/RpcJt-Rd--I/AAAAAAAAABU/1h5FlVX8plg/s200/Photo_071207_012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086544989553294306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/RpcJkORd-9I/AAAAAAAAABM/Ggw2-tgq_FI/s1600-h/Photo_071207_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/RpcJkORd-9I/AAAAAAAAABM/Ggw2-tgq_FI/s200/Photo_071207_009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086544822049569746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/RpcJduRd-8I/AAAAAAAAABE/mkeEB6uEE7g/s1600-h/Photo_071207_008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/RpcJduRd-8I/AAAAAAAAABE/mkeEB6uEE7g/s200/Photo_071207_008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086544710380420034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/RpcJVeRd-7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/0BuNc5FbTNo/s1600-h/Photo_071207_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/RpcJVeRd-7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/0BuNc5FbTNo/s200/Photo_071207_004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086544568646499250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/RpcJHORd-6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/kqHIOkVUUJk/s1600-h/Photo_071007_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/RpcJHORd-6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/kqHIOkVUUJk/s200/Photo_071007_004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086544323833363362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been vacationing with my daughter, her bff Michele and her family in Ocean City the last few days.  We have been enjoying the beach, the cool breezes and summer fun.  Tonight we went to the boardwalk and did what all good tourists do.. spend money!   Henna tatoo, necklace, sunglasses, food, games, Thrasher fries, more games, rides,  yet more games... it was a long day.  I love all the games of "skill" that they have.. almost won the pellet gun shootout...so close.  Did win the pool game, shooting in 4 balls... got that on the second try and made my daughter very happy with a huge stuffed dog that will probably scare our real one.  What games do you like to play at the beach/carnival/midway?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-8358814044649961445?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/8358814044649961445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=8358814044649961445' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/8358814044649961445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/8358814044649961445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/07/have-been-vacationing-with-my-daughter.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/RpcJt-Rd--I/AAAAAAAAABU/1h5FlVX8plg/s72-c/Photo_071207_012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-2512583137638625808</id><published>2007-07-07T16:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T23:19:05.455-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dad is home and recuperating nicely.. got by to visit him while on a farm taxi run this afternoon.   Had a wonderful day yesterday... got to hang off the side of a sailing catamaran in a position they call trapezing, supposedly I was helping to keep the boat from turning over.. not sure if that was a disparaging remark about my weight or not? ;-)   It was a beautiful day to be out on the water and I was lucky to be able to tag along on this event.  Thanks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a wonderful time at the 4th of July party... met a lot of fun people and got to enjoy a poolside fireworks show.  The occasional rain shower did not impede the festivities, just moved them indoors from time to time.   I had the "honor" of working the grill, only burning a few of the burgers and managing to not set anything else on fire.. so I consider that a successful result.  The hostess certainly throws great parties... I hope I get invited again... maybe I will burn less burgers next time?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to a fun dinner date tonight with my two favorite "girls".   Have never been to a "Melting Pot" before.. but remember my parent's fondue parties from the 70's.   I used to load up my skewers since I got impatient waiting to eat... I think at this age, I should be able to be more patient. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-2512583137638625808?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/2512583137638625808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=2512583137638625808' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/2512583137638625808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/2512583137638625808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/07/dad-is-home-and-recuperating-nicely.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-8067163081156618481</id><published>2007-07-03T21:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T21:42:38.208-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good news on my dad!  He got back on solid food today and enjoyed the corned beef sandwich he has been craving since his first day out of surgery. (He cannot go to Batimore without stopping at Attman's).   Current plans are for him to go home on Thursday.  It will be a relief to us all (especially him) to have him back home and finishing his recuperation there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 4th of July!   See some of you tomorrow, looking forward to it. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-8067163081156618481?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/8067163081156618481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=8067163081156618481' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/8067163081156618481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/8067163081156618481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/07/good-news-on-my-dad-he-got-back-on.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-6121450587437004627</id><published>2007-06-30T21:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T21:40:27.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As parents, it is our job to teach our children to be independent at some stage in their life.  We try to do this appropriately, so we don't teach our 4 year olds to cut the grass and cook dinner.  As my daughter has reached teenager status, I decided a rite of passage was due.  While playing her favorite game (World of Warcraft) the other day, she was locked out of her account and after a few hours, she came to me for help.  I told her to call technical support and work it out.  Was this cruel? ;-)  She reluctantly dialed the phone and waited.  "Dad, I hate this music", comes from the other room...  I told her that it could be hours on hold and that the phone battery would probably die (trying to prepare her for the worst).   After about 10 minutes or so, I could hear her talking to someone.  "Dad, whose name is on this account?"  My reply.. "I don't know..  just know my credit card is paying for it!".  Some more time passes..  and my daughter comes walking into the kitchen.   "All fixed?", I asked.  "Yes", she replied, looking quite proud of herself.   What should be next on the list?  I guess she has a few years before she needs to deal with the MVA.  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-6121450587437004627?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/6121450587437004627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=6121450587437004627' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/6121450587437004627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/6121450587437004627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/06/as-parents-it-is-our-job-to-teach-our.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-1956260302320819839</id><published>2007-06-29T14:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T14:54:24.087-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I was right.. the first place I ended up testing this wireless internet gadget is at the horse farm.  It is working (I posted this from there), but the farm is on a fringe cell signal, so the speed is not great.   And I have found another problem, I cannot seem to access my work network through this... more research needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got some much needed rain..  probably not enough, but a little help! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be playing golf on Sunday, will post back if I can manage a birdie like Anne did in Myrtle Beach... can I get a Woohoo from AM too?  Will see what happens!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-1956260302320819839?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/1956260302320819839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=1956260302320819839' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/1956260302320819839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/1956260302320819839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/06/well-i-was-right.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-8639292024200518522</id><published>2007-06-26T23:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T23:21:22.209-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got a new toy today at work... a Sierra 875U wireless modem.  I know.. pretty nerdy, but now I can access the internet from my laptop from anywhere.  So with a little more persuasion at work, I can envision myself working some day while sitting in some relaxing location by the water, or maybe at a horse farm (OK that one is likely).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to get by to visit dad at Hopkins tonight... he looked much more rested.  They took him off his liquid diet and back to IV feeding due to a build up of fluid in his stomach, but it should only be a minor set back.   He was missing his Italian ices.. but soon we hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received a nice surprise call from a friend on a beach in California this morning.. I was at the 7-11 getting coffee..  what a contrast!  :-)   I was trying my best to picture myself there, but having never been to California it was a challenge.. so I pictured St. Martins and hoped it was close enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-8639292024200518522?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/8639292024200518522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=8639292024200518522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/8639292024200518522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/8639292024200518522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/06/got-new-toy-today-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-850105666700093304</id><published>2007-06-25T22:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T23:03:27.914-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quick update on my dad... he is still in the ICU, hoping to move to a ward tomorrow.  He has been progressing well, there have been some minor issues, I think mostly related to him not getting much sleep.  Seems like someone is in there every few minutes.  I did not get a chance to visit today, but will be there tomorrow, I hope.  I brought him Italian ices yesterday and those were a big hit.  He still is craving a corned beef sandwich from Atmans, but that is hard to convert to a liquid diet. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is getting great care and we all appreciate all the nice notes, prayers and concern.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-850105666700093304?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/850105666700093304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=850105666700093304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/850105666700093304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/850105666700093304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/06/quick-update-on-my-dad.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-3108933469101240037</id><published>2007-06-21T23:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T23:15:19.647-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My dad made it through the surgery today.  The tumor was a little larger than previously evaluated, but the surgeon was confident that he got the whole thing.   He is in ICU tonight and probably tomorrow.  I will give an update when I hear more details.  Thanks for your prayers and positive thoughts, it is appreciated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-3108933469101240037?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/3108933469101240037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=3108933469101240037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/3108933469101240037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/3108933469101240037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-dad-made-it-through-surgery-today.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-3135850002544282207</id><published>2007-06-19T22:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T22:13:19.157-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Busy days this week.. thank goodness I had such a wonderful weekend, dancing, road tripping, sunning, singing (off key?), and spending time with friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I said goodbye to the support group I had been facilitating for over the last few years.  I was one of the original members of the Ellicott City chapter that formed in 2001.   The personal growth and healing that I experienced there was so important right after my separation and I have been "giving back", trying to help others in appreciation of that.  Well, I said my goodbye and was overwhelmed with the number of people who told me that I personally helped them...  you never know how you touch others sometimes.  I will continue as an alumni and help support the organization, but my days of attending meetings and running small groups was due to come to a conclusion.  It has been a very rewarding journey and I have made some great friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father's day, I had my daughter, mom, dad and stepmom all over for an early dinner.  My daughter surprised me with a laptop holder (so my legs don't get burned by this unusually hot Mac some days) and I proceeded to try to make a big dinner for my family.  I ran out of propane 5 minutes into cooking the steaks and veggies. My spare tank was empty!  Home Depot was out of propane (what?). I managed to salvage the meal and it was enjoyed by all. A friend was just saying how well prepared I am... I guess I still need some work in the cooking department.  I wanted this Father's day to be special, since I almost lost my dad on New Year's.   He was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in November and was scheduled for surgery in January to remove it.  Unfortunately, he came down with pneumonia just before Christmas and spent the next two months in the hospital.  He came out of that too weak for the surgery, so was destined to see what happened with the cancer.  But as fate would have it, while attending a reunion of his medical school class two weeks ago.. the classmate and surgeon who was to perform the operation was so taken with his improvement in stamina and vigor that he decided to go ahead with the procedure.  So this Thursday, please put my dad in your prayers as he goes into surgery.  There are some risks involved, but I am optimistic that he will come through, if only because he still wants to beat me at chess. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all the other Fathers out there got to enjoy the time with their families!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-3135850002544282207?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/3135850002544282207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=3135850002544282207' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/3135850002544282207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/3135850002544282207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/06/busy-days-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-6312109120362917097</id><published>2007-06-13T22:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T00:44:38.040-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memorable Music'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My drive into Rockville was unusually slow this morning, but with the proper daydreaming material and some music, the time passes nicely.  I heard an old Chuck Mangione song on the jazz station this morning and was reminded of going speaker shopping in Columbus, OH with my college roommate.  He wanted to hear all these different speakers playing the same song... must have heard that 20 times that day.  I seem to have a lot of memories attached to songs... I guess everyone does.. but here are a few of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downtown by Petula Clark - first song I ever remember.. AM radio in my mom's VW Beatle in Myrtle Beach.&lt;br /&gt;Lola by the Kinks - first radio I ever owned, a freebie from a radio station tour&lt;br /&gt;Honaloochie Boogie - Mott the Hoople - first 45 I ever bought.. not a great first record, but I lived in England at the time.  Telly Savalas had a hit record there! &lt;br /&gt;Yes - Fragile tour (in the round) - first concert.&lt;br /&gt;Time for me to fly - REO Speedwagon - driving all night to Daytona Beach for Spring break in college&lt;br /&gt;She's a Beauty - The Tubes - playing DJ for my grad school dorm.  Lots of those.. Spandau Ballet, Thompson Twins... trying to find stuff to get people dancing. (It was the 80's) ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Love - Anita Baker - wedding song&lt;br /&gt;My Yellow Blanket - Barnie CD - driving my daughter to school each morning (when she was in Kindergarten)... I hated that song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many more... and I am working on some new ones!  Anyone care to share a few of their memorable songs?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-6312109120362917097?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/6312109120362917097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=6312109120362917097' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/6312109120362917097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/6312109120362917097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-drive-into-rockville-was-unusually.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-657054596066456337</id><published>2007-06-10T22:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:01:16.582-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/Rmy1PckZ4lI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xqTJbeSj8X8/s1600-h/balloons.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/Rmy1PckZ4lI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xqTJbeSj8X8/s200/balloons.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074630157111255634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's official... I am now the parent of a teenage daughter.  She turned 13 yesterday and celebrated it the way she wanted... with a sleepover party with her close friends, pizza, hot tubbing and DDR.  Oh, and there was cake and presents too of course.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expect the next few years to be an adventure as she becomes more independent, rebellious and emotional, hopefully not all on the same day!  We are a lot alike in some ways, so that may help?  She has a quick-witted sense of humor, a pretty laid back attitude on life and at most times common sense.   Of course the action/consequence thing needs some work as she and her friends demonstrated yesterday by staying up most of the night...  but I did that also when I was her age, so can't fault them too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be curious to see if I am still blogging as she reaches college age and beyond and I can look back and remember this day and the step it is towards her life on her own.  Each year I think of the things I want to do for her while she is still young and try to balance what will be best for her today, next year and 10 years from now.  Being divorced has made that harder in some ways.. but I do my best and am proud of the teenager she is today.  Will see if I write that again next year. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions from seasoned veterans out there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-657054596066456337?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/657054596066456337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=657054596066456337' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/657054596066456337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/657054596066456337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/06/well-its-official.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/Rmy1PckZ4lI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xqTJbeSj8X8/s72-c/balloons.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-751503952027322385</id><published>2007-06-03T20:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:01:16.821-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soccer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/RmWPfskZ4kI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3HKHvV41Ys/s1600-h/soccer07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:20px 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/RmWPfskZ4kI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3HKHvV41Ys/s200/soccer07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072618330005299778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at an end of season pizza dinner for my daughter's soccer team the other day... the coach was talking about how hard this season has been.  For a variety of reasons, we have usually only been able to field 9 instead of 11 players and the girls had lost all their matches, a few by 9-0 or so.  The coach was upset about this, since it was just a rec league and for fun.  So we went into the last match on Saturday with just 9 players.. expecting to be crushed.  Not so.. the other team had extra players and gave our team two of their girls to even out the squads... the girls all played hard and the game ended a 1-1 tie.  It was such a nice end to the season.. the two girls who played with us were even included in our team photo.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the weekend was very enjoyable, a charming date Saturday night, and experiencing a new church on Woman's Sunday.  I could not remember being at a Presbyterian service, then it dawned on me.. the first school I ever went to was Presbyterian Day School in Memphis, Tennessee.  I don't remember that very well (K to 2nd grade).. but between that, and the Anglican and Catholic services I have attended... I knew most of the prayers.  It was very enjoyable, I met some fellow bloggers in person and got to hear a great sermon.  Thanks for letting me be a part of that special day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-751503952027322385?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/751503952027322385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=751503952027322385' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/751503952027322385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/751503952027322385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-was-at-end-of-season-pizza-dinner-for.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/RmWPfskZ4kI/AAAAAAAAAAk/m3HKHvV41Ys/s72-c/soccer07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-3198175419464674999</id><published>2007-05-30T11:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:01:17.404-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horse'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/Rl2a04smmkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/QL-C0bgHCZ0/s1600-h/farmpaing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:20px 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/Rl2a04smmkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/QL-C0bgHCZ0/s320/farmpaing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070378988852386370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have found another side-effect of my cell phone camera... if you don't hold it perfectly still, you end up with camera blur... but in this case, I actually like it, makes it look a bit like a painting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-3198175419464674999?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/3198175419464674999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=3198175419464674999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/3198175419464674999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/3198175419464674999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/05/have-found-another-side-effect-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/Rl2a04smmkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/QL-C0bgHCZ0/s72-c/farmpaing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-9096039296794592178</id><published>2007-05-28T00:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T00:56:20.204-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psychic'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had my palms read last night.  Was on a wonderful date and we thought it would be fun (and possibly informative).   On the wall in her home were the rates... Character $5, Palms Read $10, Psychic $30, Tarot Cards $35, Future $40 (at least I think that was it, may be forgetting parts).  She asked me to hold my hands together facing up and make two wishes, then tell her my name and age.  I guess if I had paid for the Psychic reading, she would have already known those things?   I did as she asked and she proceeded to tell me things that would happen ... "on my behalf"... she said that often... some things seemed general, a few very specific.  But I took the part that God was blessing me with good things (always love to hear that) and that I should not get into an argument this week (not a good time for me to do that)...  it has been a while since I was in a good argument, so I am probably safe on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the two wishes... I probably should not say what they are.. or they won't come true.. like the ones you make blowing out your birthday cake candles... but so far.. one of them is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Memorial Day everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-9096039296794592178?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/9096039296794592178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=9096039296794592178' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/9096039296794592178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/9096039296794592178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/05/had-my-palms-read-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-3613214757378184040</id><published>2007-05-23T21:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T22:10:10.478-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been tagged!  Not sure how often this sort of thing happens in the blogosphere.. but its another first for me.  Where is it written I can't tag back?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I want to take my daughter to England in the next few years to show her where I went to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I would be lost without my Palm Treo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I am wearing pink toe nail polish.. oh wait.. that is someone else's! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I can be a little sarcastic, but in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I hope I am at least three times smarter than my daughter thinks I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I am becoming a pretty good cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I have lived (in chronological order) in, Baltimore, MD; Durham, NC; Myrtle Beach, SC; Memphis, TN; Homestead, FL; Lakenheath, England; Dayton, OH; Baltimore, MD; Bel Air, MD; Ellicott City, MD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  I can't count very well (may have to rethink #5)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-3613214757378184040?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/3613214757378184040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=3613214757378184040' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/3613214757378184040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/3613214757378184040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-have-been-tagged-not-sure-how-often.html' title=''/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-6163509977917130075</id><published>2007-05-23T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T00:18:36.670-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Courage Lion Charity'/><title type='text'>Courage Lion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.couragelion.org/images/lions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.couragelion.org/images/lions.jpg" border="2" alt="courage lion" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally heard back from one of my clients tonight.  I set up a web site for him months ago and no word since...  turns out he has been busy getting these little fellows out to the hospitals and other places to help children in crisis.   I love this program, part of the reason I volunteered to help him get the word out, at least as far as the web goes.  I expect him to bring me a lot of new information this weekend.. but here is the site... feel free to share it with anyone who may benefit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.couragelion.org"&gt; http://www.couragelion.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-6163509977917130075?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/6163509977917130075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=6163509977917130075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/6163509977917130075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/6163509977917130075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/05/courage-lion.html' title='Courage Lion'/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-2149951590029831201</id><published>2007-05-20T21:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T11:12:50.679-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When the timing is right.</title><content type='html'>I was cleaning out my garage the other day and came across a "build-a-bear" dog.. still in its box... never used.  How my daughter forgot it was there.. who knows... but she has had enough stuffed animals and is now outgrowing that stage.  I was wondering what to do with this, when my neighbor's garage door opened and out came one of his sons and their 3 to 4 year old daughter (who wanted to swing on my daughter's swingset).   Stuffed animal + young girl = a perfect match.   And the great big smile I got from her the bonus!    Things like that have been happening to me recently...  and I am enjoying all the smiles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-2149951590029831201?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/2149951590029831201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=2149951590029831201' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/2149951590029831201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/2149951590029831201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-timing-is-right.html' title='When the timing is right.'/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-4607936775430171521</id><published>2007-05-15T22:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:01:17.713-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horse'/><title type='text'>Think I Need a New Camera?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/Rkp0sIsmmjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/o1jvmWK80lI/s1600-h/PIlend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 20px 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/Rkp0sIsmmjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/o1jvmWK80lI/s320/PIlend.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064989032529173042" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/Rkp0jIsmmiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fhNw8ERcPIw/s1600-h/pil%26M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/Rkp0jIsmmiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fhNw8ERcPIw/s320/pil%26M.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064988877910350370" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending a lot of time at the farm lately. We bought a horse a few months ago and are now responsible for training and exercising the fellow.  I have been around horses for a few years now and it always amazes me how each horse has such a unique personality.  There are the stubborn ones, sneaky ones, sweet ones, high energy ones... just like us.  Our's is a very sweet guy... I may be a little biased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my duties at the farm (besides taxi service) is to document the activities of my daughter.  Unfortunately I have two digital cameras, a 4 megapixel Pentax I bought a few years ago and my cell phone.  They both have a nice 1 second or so delay before they take the photo... so its always a crap shoot if I get a good photo.   Here are the worst and the best as examples (from my cell phone).  I think its time to get a new camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not complaining about spending time at the farm.. when the weather is nice, it's a pretty place to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-4607936775430171521?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/4607936775430171521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=4607936775430171521' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/4607936775430171521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/4607936775430171521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/05/think-i-need-new-camera.html' title='Think I Need a New Camera?'/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gRU6toJjhTs/Rkp0sIsmmjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/o1jvmWK80lI/s72-c/PIlend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-7106140410557188330</id><published>2007-05-11T16:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T16:58:01.813-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>I'm Lucky</title><content type='html'>I know a lot of people and I can say that all my friends are rational, maybe not every minute of the day, but at least most of the time.  They don't automatically assume that everyone else is wrong.  They don't get angry when you disagree with them.  They try not to blame others when things go wrong... even though they are entitled to sometimes!  I am lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know they are out there.... the one's who won't talk to you about a problem, but are happy to report it to the zoning board, local police, child welfare or your boss, and cc the whole world for good measure.  &lt;i&gt;Not a personal reference... remember I know a lot of people!&lt;/i&gt;   There are the neighbors who haven't spoken to each other in 10 years because of a dispute about a fence post, two inches and a property line.  Is it that these people really don't want to have friends?  Or do they have irrational friends like them and leave us rational folks to pick up the pieces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching an old Monty Python sketch on Youtube today &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lL9oA1LFoMw"&gt;(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lL9oA1LFoMw) &lt;/a&gt;of people who pay money to be yelled at, or have an argument.  It's hilarious.  Maybe that is what the irrational people want... perhaps I just missed the memo.  If so, I am going to start charging them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-7106140410557188330?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/7106140410557188330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=7106140410557188330' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/7106140410557188330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/7106140410557188330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-lucky.html' title='I&apos;m Lucky'/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529036513317271679.post-55205517188551306</id><published>2007-05-10T23:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T23:17:55.412-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time</title><content type='html'>Well, here goes nothing...  inspired by the entertaining entries of another blogger here...  I thought I would give this a try.   Not the writer she is by any means, but I think it might be fun to share some thoughts with others and document my adventures, ponderings and other strange events that may happen to me over the coming years.   Still have to figure out how all this works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3529036513317271679-55205517188551306?l=ellicottdad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/feeds/55205517188551306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3529036513317271679&amp;postID=55205517188551306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/55205517188551306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3529036513317271679/posts/default/55205517188551306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellicottdad.blogspot.com/2007/05/first-time.html' title='First Time'/><author><name>MarkEC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543154251495578340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.couragelion.org/images/marksm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
