tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83757616742431628502024-03-05T09:55:15.153-05:00He Said, She SaidWe were going to call this "She's Always Right," but we got into a tiff today and he was right. For once.he said, she saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06702330964075745197noreply@blogger.comBlogger75125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375761674243162850.post-76573711289528130152009-06-04T20:58:00.009-04:002009-06-04T21:20:28.238-04:00Travel Yosemite on a $1.50 a dayMy good friends Mark and Chad got hired to do a bmx demo in Oakhurst, California (16 miles from Yosemite). Considering they needed someone to help film, I volunteered for the position, and found myself on a plane heading back to San Fransico on May <br />22nd. After the demo (on the 23rd), our friend Tammy (the event organizer) treated us to a full day at Yosemite. With plenty of snacks on hand to handle the non-vegan friendly park, I treated myself to a bottle of OJ for $1.50 to celebrate the day...They call me a high roller. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYiP_i5ZK4XgwLOj75wZvnDQR7NdKBJlvvZHB3eE6cju5u5mq63P_P0sXdfvPhK5L27xA-Ani5irKvV4DWSlU-OGZUH9S1MITyXWSG9H8K4PcijSrJwK5RlPPdUnMMcGB-r_-eo9TUoxU/s1600-h/IMG_1703.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYiP_i5ZK4XgwLOj75wZvnDQR7NdKBJlvvZHB3eE6cju5u5mq63P_P0sXdfvPhK5L27xA-Ani5irKvV4DWSlU-OGZUH9S1MITyXWSG9H8K4PcijSrJwK5RlPPdUnMMcGB-r_-eo9TUoxU/s320/IMG_1703.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343644148075635906" /></a><br />Chad, Mark, and Myself at Glacier Point.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji3Gpujbpuiq9MHF2yO-_BioO0o7tmu2TV39SZtZ69_7hPenkCva6rtPfUnaP9468UmoK_RBLk1997LNWu4Z4VdTDSFUY_SQ9mlWbBQwObQtqhQ2WvG2Bq7U-pUtfu7bEIu27ta36Tb8c/s1600-h/IMG_1673.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji3Gpujbpuiq9MHF2yO-_BioO0o7tmu2TV39SZtZ69_7hPenkCva6rtPfUnaP9468UmoK_RBLk1997LNWu4Z4VdTDSFUY_SQ9mlWbBQwObQtqhQ2WvG2Bq7U-pUtfu7bEIu27ta36Tb8c/s320/IMG_1673.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343644054994138578" /></a><br />The lower falls.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6DWjNucADZwVIW1hre73dMcZKXrN3reocPBIeRaOr4XmHcWZqngAJI_aE7zXkoAQD0Y-OKUzlT4fDQoFk726NzkCrY7ZIBaNgkK8ameI3t2_CYuXz65ImiDoLo4NDvahRotU_CpPRMtk/s1600-h/IMG_1692.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6DWjNucADZwVIW1hre73dMcZKXrN3reocPBIeRaOr4XmHcWZqngAJI_aE7zXkoAQD0Y-OKUzlT4fDQoFk726NzkCrY7ZIBaNgkK8ameI3t2_CYuXz65ImiDoLo4NDvahRotU_CpPRMtk/s320/IMG_1692.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343643866426868018" /></a><br />A dead tree and half dome.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLg0CmbpjeoY2zvJGSkUwZNyu9CEuN_GbVAXf3nUejkKwVU5jl1Ozn9CZQ0B_6t3p1LwdrK-_N60wOR7fCALI-c01r16rmcThHspOX_U3KVoWYoGz3jyGaQ5m_yjMgscl88hASpBRtK40/s1600-h/IMG_1694.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLg0CmbpjeoY2zvJGSkUwZNyu9CEuN_GbVAXf3nUejkKwVU5jl1Ozn9CZQ0B_6t3p1LwdrK-_N60wOR7fCALI-c01r16rmcThHspOX_U3KVoWYoGz3jyGaQ5m_yjMgscl88hASpBRtK40/s320/IMG_1694.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343643769838775106" /></a><br />El Capitan.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7yvLepV86PPd45JRlUAzssvGDOmcF6ltmP-R72bUKj-vIbiYS-CBXqkxobrc1umlteZfDzXSDhhrt9DOw1zxi-4cngY7ifwfVPUMv6naG3Wbcn1zigVfjY27-nKTW76kq7FuVfZWkodw/s1600-h/IMG_1696.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7yvLepV86PPd45JRlUAzssvGDOmcF6ltmP-R72bUKj-vIbiYS-CBXqkxobrc1umlteZfDzXSDhhrt9DOw1zxi-4cngY7ifwfVPUMv6naG3Wbcn1zigVfjY27-nKTW76kq7FuVfZWkodw/s320/IMG_1696.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343643439727888322" /></a><br />Another big rock that makes you feel inconsequential.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqcKzMnj42_D_LaUkyQpoKsDuFbmsBjZhKEvQEe8C_lNmlLSb58HZ47bQ5xg0EYz8k870o-Xut9vwOOe5ycBpU8NU10msTNFtEOmFn10Dzx-AVcv8O1EhHiqx49w1Cauy1-ee6TIfZARA/s1600-h/IMG_1698.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqcKzMnj42_D_LaUkyQpoKsDuFbmsBjZhKEvQEe8C_lNmlLSb58HZ47bQ5xg0EYz8k870o-Xut9vwOOe5ycBpU8NU10msTNFtEOmFn10Dzx-AVcv8O1EhHiqx49w1Cauy1-ee6TIfZARA/s320/IMG_1698.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343643334698530018" /></a><br />Me and Mark at the Overlook.<br /><br />-He Said.he said, she saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06702330964075745197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375761674243162850.post-86060290288041491452009-05-09T11:02:00.003-04:002009-05-09T11:12:09.433-04:00How She met He.Many, many moons ago when he was a "dandy highwayman," he stumbled across her and decided to make his move. Paparazzi made a documentary of the courting process and it went something like this...<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zhvqVqLAdLI&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zhvqVqLAdLI&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />-He Saidhe said, she saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06702330964075745197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375761674243162850.post-79756567079262604702009-05-08T17:54:00.009-04:002009-05-08T18:22:45.690-04:00I mustache you a question?--16 hours in Minneapolis, Mn.1.Grow a mustache.<br />2.Fly to Minneapolis Mn. on Saturday morning.<br />3.Meet up with the two other judges (Chad and Dave) who also grew pretty sweet mustaches.<br />4.Judge a bmx contest with a $20,000 purse.<br />5.Show our mustaches on TV.<br />6.Fly home Sunday morning after spending a grand total of 16 hours in Minneapolis.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW0VlCHN1PoeqR6UXopQENC0ZlbEsswK9J2ay2H59J5ADCYBQcZaBt6v_ig5TXWCl1UnWkl7SutNcGnjZw9U_LMZlTGBYo3qoecOzQE1bnMrJUxtfuhz0sdewBOksN85fn-P7xstqUqx4/s1600-h/IMG_1600.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW0VlCHN1PoeqR6UXopQENC0ZlbEsswK9J2ay2H59J5ADCYBQcZaBt6v_ig5TXWCl1UnWkl7SutNcGnjZw9U_LMZlTGBYo3qoecOzQE1bnMrJUxtfuhz0sdewBOksN85fn-P7xstqUqx4/s320/IMG_1600.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333578449565259698" /></a><br />Pre judging.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-RqbHgC1d0FcNv5k_dDMCVWkEbDBwcP5bxpEb6og2RsQYZs4Caod3OLffVJhNUDTlUmsrd1kVKmV_ZqbIzMCN54vAbsQHSL4e3EzblR_ZQUROpLHQG3WSHirzB16QAgRhuTjUo8OUNHo/s1600-h/IMG_1606.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-RqbHgC1d0FcNv5k_dDMCVWkEbDBwcP5bxpEb6og2RsQYZs4Caod3OLffVJhNUDTlUmsrd1kVKmV_ZqbIzMCN54vAbsQHSL4e3EzblR_ZQUROpLHQG3WSHirzB16QAgRhuTjUo8OUNHo/s320/IMG_1606.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333578779158392674" /></a><br />Judging.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu84zes98y6pPNC9VkCPNVGIoglXGptardQlPJf423788-Q-129TW6opv47aZR-mdkHB4YZOz9blZCqGUT6tJ5R2FOOLoFe5wzNwBWpZWJdP_POUYv5QRLjrbP_ngtWslP6C19rly9NgE/s1600-h/IMG_1601.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu84zes98y6pPNC9VkCPNVGIoglXGptardQlPJf423788-Q-129TW6opv47aZR-mdkHB4YZOz9blZCqGUT6tJ5R2FOOLoFe5wzNwBWpZWJdP_POUYv5QRLjrbP_ngtWslP6C19rly9NgE/s320/IMG_1601.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333578573936003714" /></a><br />Post Judging. Behind us is Prince's home venue. Too bad his pencil mustache couldn't handle what we grew.he said, she saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06702330964075745197noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375761674243162850.post-2524489907063687322009-04-14T18:36:00.003-04:002009-04-14T18:41:30.562-04:00Light Yourself on Fire, literally?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJr1i3rYwW8ohNt9AyoM1Ics0T3qyIsQKr09dV-fDLmIRqPU_T4Q4A2HRTUfeidvYeXZznOTe3GrdytyClp1h3e_fLBndUE2ddAdxBZ6KUJ9pxOegrTAz7eiiKEHdjO4nnqwfyclScaDg/s1600-h/lyofforreal%5B1%5D.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJr1i3rYwW8ohNt9AyoM1Ics0T3qyIsQKr09dV-fDLmIRqPU_T4Q4A2HRTUfeidvYeXZznOTe3GrdytyClp1h3e_fLBndUE2ddAdxBZ6KUJ9pxOegrTAz7eiiKEHdjO4nnqwfyclScaDg/s320/lyofforreal%5B1%5D.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324680759788306178" /></a><br />Last Sunday, someone took the name of our band a bit too literally. Luckily, he wasn't hurt too bad (somehow he only burnt his hand), no one else was injured, and our equipment nor the house (although both had a close call) did not become engulfed in flames.<br />(Photo care of Greg Smee)<br /><br />-He Saidhe said, she saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06702330964075745197noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375761674243162850.post-85410949948992855322009-04-12T20:37:00.006-04:002009-04-12T20:53:56.970-04:00I'm confused, what is vegan?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihcbR6KBkWvOJBHQdU1YBxLRchzaATBvsT7jILoZqHUV2ctSxyyjnImiF6zDcxaagZlHk_59I6Nk7Mdyj0J1jpFwTUDSByXpqSvoFibJS8oZp3UJiBySbDnSqRA2rqlCtHxeHyUfW4LgM/s1600-h/IMG_1586.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihcbR6KBkWvOJBHQdU1YBxLRchzaATBvsT7jILoZqHUV2ctSxyyjnImiF6zDcxaagZlHk_59I6Nk7Mdyj0J1jpFwTUDSByXpqSvoFibJS8oZp3UJiBySbDnSqRA2rqlCtHxeHyUfW4LgM/s320/IMG_1586.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323969636487294498" /></a><br />I found this on a gas pump near Micanopy this afternoon. In bewilderment, I've decided to throw the image out there to see if anyone can help me figure out why this was etched into a gas pump in the middle of backwoods Florida? 1st place prize, this creepy looking billy goat pictured below.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfR7QSJO1KTseHnRc01eZobfaq_C1OLT8xKhKOXfm8scddDGq3DsZCD-mhP-c4OZ9UgM2UhtpFMvpDphLzMMYLqKgBh9K3lF5QOjABVpbTenzJied5B2zs_hZuT6xY8dkZy3PRanxtcKE/s1600-h/IMG_0015.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfR7QSJO1KTseHnRc01eZobfaq_C1OLT8xKhKOXfm8scddDGq3DsZCD-mhP-c4OZ9UgM2UhtpFMvpDphLzMMYLqKgBh9K3lF5QOjABVpbTenzJied5B2zs_hZuT6xY8dkZy3PRanxtcKE/s320/IMG_0015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323971087596796146" /></a>he said, she saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06702330964075745197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375761674243162850.post-56973311098634096022009-03-20T23:18:00.004-04:002009-03-29T20:29:25.146-04:00What am I supposed to do?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGW7BjEYiEb96dnCw63R9PFF5xJp7eDiUJRu1acPSudDeRA_ImHz8W401qQmU59J1o0WlM1Shtxe5zxZn0_FdgdsUV0N3B4kr5QAXvFB8O3iwOW5RsT9HZKv5Xscui42u-mPbuScJWsBY/s1600-h/San+Fran+march+09+020.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGW7BjEYiEb96dnCw63R9PFF5xJp7eDiUJRu1acPSudDeRA_ImHz8W401qQmU59J1o0WlM1Shtxe5zxZn0_FdgdsUV0N3B4kr5QAXvFB8O3iwOW5RsT9HZKv5Xscui42u-mPbuScJWsBY/s320/San+Fran+march+09+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315475458233636402" /></a><br />At Golden Gate Park in San Fransisco, we found this sign upon entering. After we laughed at the absurdity of the signage, we bit our tongues and attempted to interpret the rules so as not to break any. In the end, we thought we would probably break them all, so we found something else to do.<br /><br />1.No bicycle riding if you don't have any hands or feet.<br />2.No skateboarding if your torso is not connected to your legs.<br />3.No yeti's, especially if they're standing on 8 donuts.<br />4.No Nazi skindhead scooter gangs.<br />5.Animal crackers are not permitted.<br />6.No pooping, especially if you're pooping a canon ball.<br />7.No marijuana farming.<br />8.No stomping on your marijuana if you don't get caught growing it.<br />9.Do not allow the squirrels to eat your fingers.he said, she saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06702330964075745197noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375761674243162850.post-73181821016017931212009-03-20T23:01:00.024-04:002009-03-29T20:10:40.277-04:00It was kind of a San Fransisco Vacation.Many, many moons ago, she got accepted to present a paper at 4-C's this year in San Francisco. Upon her acceptance, she invited me to come along--an invitation I couldn't refuse. So, instead of making it a 3 day trip, we made it a week long vacation. Here are pictures for proof. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvERKzh0sdraduKDeehhidw7r_oHvmAeC9jlFkfT8ErIImbw5Mf-Ooyi2DlOY9GmpI1pjw5bYWH9qIyzcQJqT-DTkzC21GReJzwkqe8_M6SGshRAoeME88a057soiJyPjDdn8KvJ9t_yA/s1600-h/San+Fran+march+09+016.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvERKzh0sdraduKDeehhidw7r_oHvmAeC9jlFkfT8ErIImbw5Mf-Ooyi2DlOY9GmpI1pjw5bYWH9qIyzcQJqT-DTkzC21GReJzwkqe8_M6SGshRAoeME88a057soiJyPjDdn8KvJ9t_yA/s320/San+Fran+march+09+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315474159639849122" /></a><br />Before figuring out public transportation, the first couple days were spent walking (sometimes aimlessly) through the city. On finding the corner of Haight and Ashbury, we stood in line with a bunch of other embarassed tourists and snapped the mandatory shot.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNcWcluPoRP0hJIOf9GJ0L-FH1q819yprElDgYgBGAhat2CB2Ch1ud0ZUv6m6TlS9U-h_5b0UH_8lidiNsWtuB4hKQrugQrdJ37IFvu0Z0uzr1rD9MmB0vfM6SRRLV18d2aAZI5buskis/s1600-h/San+Fran+march+09+018.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNcWcluPoRP0hJIOf9GJ0L-FH1q819yprElDgYgBGAhat2CB2Ch1ud0ZUv6m6TlS9U-h_5b0UH_8lidiNsWtuB4hKQrugQrdJ37IFvu0Z0uzr1rD9MmB0vfM6SRRLV18d2aAZI5buskis/s320/San+Fran+march+09+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315473751437729922" /></a><br />We had no clue what these trees were? Maybe clones from the cover of U2's album "The Joshua Tree." Regardless, they littered the city and were quite appealing to the eye. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjTfl6IAljISMsgtoj5or3gl3Lz8ysaW_oqAB4LiRVQ1ddN6nhGFROwB7mqhaqUKVRJTZwIrZg4hhjS6VV00eKz8UPp_cnI5CZJRtgiilqut0u4osM-gh1vRX946zk1LkXsBmRBDHIe20/s1600-h/San+Fran+march+09+022.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjTfl6IAljISMsgtoj5or3gl3Lz8ysaW_oqAB4LiRVQ1ddN6nhGFROwB7mqhaqUKVRJTZwIrZg4hhjS6VV00eKz8UPp_cnI5CZJRtgiilqut0u4osM-gh1vRX946zk1LkXsBmRBDHIe20/s320/San+Fran+march+09+022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315473572185547922" /></a><br />One afternoon we laid in Golden Gate Park--everyone else was doing it so why shouldn't we? I turned to Ariel and asked if I could be artsy. She approved, and this shot was the result.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggAu2wJQ5FSL9WWtSy5bhTHcu57T7k7HIO0zIJ4_mb2jUxENbw6t7kevo1H-_X_6IKru63JUTlag5B7-9ruBRmyEkSjVid-YslI-iiyqwQ3rbPtN-V64JTBH-BeqisNMihO7OKlE4d9cY/s1600-h/San+Fran+march+09+031.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggAu2wJQ5FSL9WWtSy5bhTHcu57T7k7HIO0zIJ4_mb2jUxENbw6t7kevo1H-_X_6IKru63JUTlag5B7-9ruBRmyEkSjVid-YslI-iiyqwQ3rbPtN-V64JTBH-BeqisNMihO7OKlE4d9cY/s320/San+Fran+march+09+031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315473464594717970" /></a><br />Alcatraz--going to jail has never been this fun. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihkRrxi_slD-fDcDY3ROXw_xTXUxM41GlUgvrllQ-kP00Fh2ZOuKbflfTJVEJ7JbEunWuv4IABShjRPIGbVKuS6SsAYPsAO7OulrdFcIJ4QgzUvF9dFA7uL99detmz1asPNjJHiAEdv5U/s1600-h/San+Fran+march+09+032.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihkRrxi_slD-fDcDY3ROXw_xTXUxM41GlUgvrllQ-kP00Fh2ZOuKbflfTJVEJ7JbEunWuv4IABShjRPIGbVKuS6SsAYPsAO7OulrdFcIJ4QgzUvF9dFA7uL99detmz1asPNjJHiAEdv5U/s320/San+Fran+march+09+032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315473299714758130" /></a><br />Century plants on Alcatraz. Considering the island is actually just a big rock, all plant life was imported from the main land.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGcxKwZLH4IsuWONylHw7fX80vN0hsg5AamzuPZgYYTJghijiWxEoowXv82H69X3fgFEAlBFGatM8xGI1632NyV0-lZ3FMZOiaMrEH6hVu-qu-E6mJMvY0NH5hEcapzR3a8KIIhEn8DH0/s1600-h/San+Fran+march+09+033.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGcxKwZLH4IsuWONylHw7fX80vN0hsg5AamzuPZgYYTJghijiWxEoowXv82H69X3fgFEAlBFGatM8xGI1632NyV0-lZ3FMZOiaMrEH6hVu-qu-E6mJMvY0NH5hEcapzR3a8KIIhEn8DH0/s320/San+Fran+march+09+033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315473208808003922" /></a><br />San Fran via Alcatraz. She was pondering her escape plan...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUdG2Y2C61_yfnh-ofQ819OwhdD7RuPAljLX7EqYSqrg7thuUoBSJvepkaJZeUTYtfvOrtiSydFqVYdqzsRT8wnjKzhQO_jQgNLIUdO-IVyLL022mfjD8C9rvusq1guLDO2ruTz3exxPw/s1600-h/San+Fran+march+09+035.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUdG2Y2C61_yfnh-ofQ819OwhdD7RuPAljLX7EqYSqrg7thuUoBSJvepkaJZeUTYtfvOrtiSydFqVYdqzsRT8wnjKzhQO_jQgNLIUdO-IVyLL022mfjD8C9rvusq1guLDO2ruTz3exxPw/s320/San+Fran+march+09+035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315473050937930818" /></a><br />On walking through the wharf, we stumbled upon a carnival game museum. I stepped to the plate first, dropped in a quarter and discovered that I'm a "clammy lover."<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUn8r7dbqwn9aSjP0MhscBcVTu2Q-t0ULtq0hcTjseEdkw0t8jXs-JkvqzEUMGRVOhx2Ts6yBb0bER0PiNRc9kARZyUsTmYEiGHAzjScL1zh6YTltWOysW3RJNKQqJAXGDT9VFIJ5o_GI/s1600-h/San+Fran+march+09+036.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUn8r7dbqwn9aSjP0MhscBcVTu2Q-t0ULtq0hcTjseEdkw0t8jXs-JkvqzEUMGRVOhx2Ts6yBb0bER0PiNRc9kARZyUsTmYEiGHAzjScL1zh6YTltWOysW3RJNKQqJAXGDT9VFIJ5o_GI/s320/San+Fran+march+09+036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315472942468817186" /></a><br />She stepped to the plate and I got a double whammy--Not sure how, but she's to become a rich widow. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-wtPK9vriP3hU6LE15p6XFZe7Vi-s0a3-OE-yhFsZEHdZMvTXwMGYIstxfISw7i1oSXVaSMek6PJvC1xCf4dEJ2tvRpzGaOU02jhpD_nrJlsWo29XpLMGTA4bNXmSaPbwdkQELnTVu74/s1600-h/San+Fran+march+09+037.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-wtPK9vriP3hU6LE15p6XFZe7Vi-s0a3-OE-yhFsZEHdZMvTXwMGYIstxfISw7i1oSXVaSMek6PJvC1xCf4dEJ2tvRpzGaOU02jhpD_nrJlsWo29XpLMGTA4bNXmSaPbwdkQELnTVu74/s320/San+Fran+march+09+037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315472693122187218" /></a><br />We knew we had found the famouse wharf seals when we got a sudden whiff of poop.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5a068b3hqopYl8Gbw5Meax4uuYbF21ib8pfXrfGXs0pOJgz-x71k_7G-F0dM4n8egIwhOA02bMtpDqe-i12EYInsKQ2EX52gkizTvrrbL86a8hoq-97C5G8YIfLzjrLKANdU3gewtIBE/s1600-h/San+Fran+march+09+038.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5a068b3hqopYl8Gbw5Meax4uuYbF21ib8pfXrfGXs0pOJgz-x71k_7G-F0dM4n8egIwhOA02bMtpDqe-i12EYInsKQ2EX52gkizTvrrbL86a8hoq-97C5G8YIfLzjrLKANdU3gewtIBE/s320/San+Fran+march+09+038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315472600210132834" /></a><br />Right past China-town, public transport ended. After walking up, down, and across every alley in this part of the city, she lost 3 pounds and collapsed from exhaustion. So I laughed and took a photo.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkoaQ87h33lZifFsVz84dk-DbzUFNRrNm4Fc8C-3189y9_oNJqDIkeomT92Q3cXceJ5wbNc6ubNthbX4d4cBsc_7efG1npMLTFwdmQO36Pnww-xGLixbhJOamUv1S7x47PzL11KiUw2tc/s1600-h/San+Fran+march+09+043.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkoaQ87h33lZifFsVz84dk-DbzUFNRrNm4Fc8C-3189y9_oNJqDIkeomT92Q3cXceJ5wbNc6ubNthbX4d4cBsc_7efG1npMLTFwdmQO36Pnww-xGLixbhJOamUv1S7x47PzL11KiUw2tc/s320/San+Fran+march+09+043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315472392651193154" /></a><br />Golden Gate Bridge. 9am, on our way to the Marin Headlands and beyond to Muir Woods.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP7ep2NCpZYffZS5RCKscShelNU6lKLF7d8StAJNt20bU_cguOlJzTv_brRtMBWWc8Ooq4v9QALovVcxOxSL8txPHgIaetQTmuK7xlXsZnZHO7gCTV1aQpjT4psGJkfWAytKWi2azrvlY/s1600-h/San+Fran+march+09+048.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP7ep2NCpZYffZS5RCKscShelNU6lKLF7d8StAJNt20bU_cguOlJzTv_brRtMBWWc8Ooq4v9QALovVcxOxSL8txPHgIaetQTmuK7xlXsZnZHO7gCTV1aQpjT4psGJkfWAytKWi2azrvlY/s320/San+Fran+march+09+048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315472266832007026" /></a><br />Of the many photos she takes of me, this is one of few where I don't look like an idiot. On top of some battlement from WW2 on the Marin Headlands. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPnsYrc1hF7OEGBNlUt_74tp0CoAKNM729e4Ai3XRvMZEmnBXF9htib9L2J5B0sxwjwXVGyC305zal2BPlI20mccEU7m_0I_wCy-6DZxGvc6q3mj-p68nw3WuNsJq-fWqe05dKBzwa2sk/s1600-h/San+Fran+march+09+049.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPnsYrc1hF7OEGBNlUt_74tp0CoAKNM729e4Ai3XRvMZEmnBXF9htib9L2J5B0sxwjwXVGyC305zal2BPlI20mccEU7m_0I_wCy-6DZxGvc6q3mj-p68nw3WuNsJq-fWqe05dKBzwa2sk/s320/San+Fran+march+09+049.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315472137402466434" /></a><br /> He took this.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimUOg_ChxS9m8aaBe2mhaKsZIoG28qL-5KWQZEPc4Rt2ITXKA45_ATE24EAzqZkAo0rsK7Is1Xk9FQazoPQ9w-F7bNK3tBJ6sVh0GKaehe1O6838ylJnwd9e1JWzEp_tQrzs0qIjwhXu4/s1600-h/San+Fran+march+09+047.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimUOg_ChxS9m8aaBe2mhaKsZIoG28qL-5KWQZEPc4Rt2ITXKA45_ATE24EAzqZkAo0rsK7Is1Xk9FQazoPQ9w-F7bNK3tBJ6sVh0GKaehe1O6838ylJnwd9e1JWzEp_tQrzs0qIjwhXu4/s320/San+Fran+march+09+047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315472011526224962" /></a><br /> She took this.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB0_VwpgGXo7LVDeN3y7BZvCeWtPXKUnEC2djCVxJkLqHDXJwxCJu03xmglS8L3oVSJA_oPPFh697fHpuSkZBOL5VELo4xyONWPxDtwH5C_RQ5IJ2fiDlhMhL1moU0u87v21RMV1_7o2c/s1600-h/San+Fran+march+09+056.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB0_VwpgGXo7LVDeN3y7BZvCeWtPXKUnEC2djCVxJkLqHDXJwxCJu03xmglS8L3oVSJA_oPPFh697fHpuSkZBOL5VELo4xyONWPxDtwH5C_RQ5IJ2fiDlhMhL1moU0u87v21RMV1_7o2c/s320/San+Fran+march+09+056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315471864218317090" /></a><br />Muir Woods. The lives of these four trees combined exceeds 4,500 years. One of my new favorite places to visit--trully peaceful!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBblpzCcJEfLBdu81AnpRk6sIvIIAAWbEOkK1_QqbqECtdRbGgggM0Vip2z_zoqPDzFufpyda1J7uDPoT44AgXbMQtSV11dJ8MMb9Q3bjfvoy_99g6Hj-cjvkZsEJLwC5ly1M26lhh6OI/s1600-h/San+Fran+march+09+057.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBblpzCcJEfLBdu81AnpRk6sIvIIAAWbEOkK1_QqbqECtdRbGgggM0Vip2z_zoqPDzFufpyda1J7uDPoT44AgXbMQtSV11dJ8MMb9Q3bjfvoy_99g6Hj-cjvkZsEJLwC5ly1M26lhh6OI/s320/San+Fran+march+09+057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315471502113442018" /></a><br />Random Redwood tree stump in curious lighting.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1H5M5c4uX781TplXNUKW9DB8RHnGX3rL9uAf9dXDvUELBe25SY4JyZYi4z0CPrhoSTerWvipNpCG2A-gL295KxN5KREzJw4iVRTREuPCInmv9X5RiPPCxKkAuQxgO9DXNNmdBtevZ0_0/s1600-h/San+Fran+march+09+062.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1H5M5c4uX781TplXNUKW9DB8RHnGX3rL9uAf9dXDvUELBe25SY4JyZYi4z0CPrhoSTerWvipNpCG2A-gL295KxN5KREzJw4iVRTREuPCInmv9X5RiPPCxKkAuQxgO9DXNNmdBtevZ0_0/s320/San+Fran+march+09+062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315471691130830018" /></a><br />The Gorilla came out when times were tough. Here, he forces me to stop whinning.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizCmKV-JmfUTel0oZn5yeomMCnHg5ITonXqiK3R94vFWdpAmz2bkxl0ACm6ShE0u1DHrZOpTBcYg3huuLIHVcOgCx8hyN1rsjAgxveGcJBfRVnfZcIrtGBHNpEfAWRxQ74m6djCtWhiVA/s1600-h/San+Fran+march+09+059.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizCmKV-JmfUTel0oZn5yeomMCnHg5ITonXqiK3R94vFWdpAmz2bkxl0ACm6ShE0u1DHrZOpTBcYg3huuLIHVcOgCx8hyN1rsjAgxveGcJBfRVnfZcIrtGBHNpEfAWRxQ74m6djCtWhiVA/s320/San+Fran+march+09+059.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315471312518454226" /></a><br /> Sunset at "Lands End."he said, she saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06702330964075745197noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375761674243162850.post-37948013216250964852009-02-13T23:53:00.003-05:002009-02-13T23:57:37.386-05:00Get "raw-some"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0pzfucjZJJNpDLUkWBlgNKxMNPORluqiIYP54QKwPitkRfGkpQqzuIHeKOmwhysIA1ChcHqNWyc_goHSNg_kBm6CyK6PnYWckQsnTlA7AivHwnuMgyozU-GsVmmTnVFeZsSBWpLDMq2Y/s1600-h/coplontouristadvert.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0pzfucjZJJNpDLUkWBlgNKxMNPORluqiIYP54QKwPitkRfGkpQqzuIHeKOmwhysIA1ChcHqNWyc_goHSNg_kBm6CyK6PnYWckQsnTlA7AivHwnuMgyozU-GsVmmTnVFeZsSBWpLDMq2Y/s320/coplontouristadvert.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302512630411005298" /></a><br />New Profile advert in this months issue of Ride Bmx Magazine.<br /><br />-He Saidhe said, she saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06702330964075745197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375761674243162850.post-37225542449804944832009-02-13T23:38:00.004-05:002009-02-13T23:52:33.525-05:00Friday Funnies: "Drunken Negro head cookies"<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vW-92o0OmNU&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vW-92o0OmNU&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />My favorite quotes:<br />1."My brother-in-law, he's cuban--I like everybody as long as they buy"<br />2."It's a fun face, anyone who thinks different should be ashamed of themselves"<br />3."Obama is from Illinois, he's following in the footsteps of Lincoln"<br />4."The cookie is not unflattering, it's a fun face"<br />5.The cookie "is an expression of freedom"<br />6.The cookies are a "caricature and a work of art, no one got mad at the dead geese bread"<br />I think Obama should bless us by cutting more out of education this year...maybe we'll end up with more idiots like this baker?<br /><br />-He Saidhe said, she saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06702330964075745197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375761674243162850.post-4759725395633876082009-01-26T20:43:00.010-05:002009-01-26T21:39:15.364-05:00Non-profit donation--February 2009.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7cxcT-b26Ox0oKybhVPtwizX0ZYjgab_HRLAkd5goCB78-t_dzjzX7BR6Lk8W833iBGwCV5NujkviBijb04Yiu1QCW4KfFaw1u1xySARU8UGudiE5BeMofaP3rHOLVJ7xeSzmAHPwGj4/s1600-h/IMG_1268.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7cxcT-b26Ox0oKybhVPtwizX0ZYjgab_HRLAkd5goCB78-t_dzjzX7BR6Lk8W833iBGwCV5NujkviBijb04Yiu1QCW4KfFaw1u1xySARU8UGudiE5BeMofaP3rHOLVJ7xeSzmAHPwGj4/s320/IMG_1268.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295785230958934418" /></a><br />Growing up, there was nothing that I loved more than hearing my grandpa (Joe Dawson)tell stories of his experiences during WW2. The stories of camaraderie and adventure and, unfortunately, the stories of death and destruction. The military shaped my grandpa--he was stubborn and scary, disciplined and a hard-worker as well as one of the smartest men I knew. Above all, my closest friend and my hero. <br />Before I hit my teens (and found bmx), I was set in following in his footsteps into the air force. But by mid teens my politics had changed pretty drastically, I leaned much more towards pacifism (though I do believe we need a military), and found myself more interested in learning about history and literature (hence my absolute love of telling as well as hearing a good story).<br />Most of my Grandpa Joe's stories were based around his flying in B-17's--The US's predominant bomber in the early phases of the war. I'm aghast at how this lofty airplane did what it did--brought my grandpa home safely after so many missions with the odds of return so highly stacked against him.<br />A few months ago, I got wind of a travelling air exhibit which featured a B-17: The "Nine-o-Nine." One of only 13 left in flight, I had to check it out. But then I read the fine print: "Go up in the Nine-o-Nine for a tax deductible donation." Back in November a date was set for the 17 to be displayed at St. Pete International. I immediately made the phone call, and reserved a seat with both my brother Jeff and my Boss, Jim Alley as flying buddies.<br />By 9:30am on Sunday, January 25th, the three of us were a couple thousand feet above Tampa, cruising at about 180mph. I can't even express to you how amazing this was! <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7rD4iF-r5Dsr_UsYGabwjtDiErVDCnok8UbT13CunkKygdFZbTJkcQ02GxYChvg5aklnlOhIjLT7rQT2kMFd9mW-nCwhG9T5dg26aHYfOlTpq9b4C93jN1yW9ZunQDvG1BHEE_rsxcM0/s1600-h/IMG_1263.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7rD4iF-r5Dsr_UsYGabwjtDiErVDCnok8UbT13CunkKygdFZbTJkcQ02GxYChvg5aklnlOhIjLT7rQT2kMFd9mW-nCwhG9T5dg26aHYfOlTpq9b4C93jN1yW9ZunQDvG1BHEE_rsxcM0/s320/IMG_1263.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295785108093926994" /></a><br />My brother, Jeff Coplon. Pre-flight.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOMqJUodx27GMFHYweZztNcCj_B29oYSdNh_aKi1X5H_V_-aCuACO1LG8TdEMRJAfL1dh76ytGQ-WP7UNjlUoMd4-7vjg_1NsvWqiyz_5thgxhCmuBQ2Bu1GfgZ5l1Ucn_MMMqQ7rhSaM/s1600-h/IMG_1266.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOMqJUodx27GMFHYweZztNcCj_B29oYSdNh_aKi1X5H_V_-aCuACO1LG8TdEMRJAfL1dh76ytGQ-WP7UNjlUoMd4-7vjg_1NsvWqiyz_5thgxhCmuBQ2Bu1GfgZ5l1Ucn_MMMqQ7rhSaM/s320/IMG_1266.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295784727014847330" /></a><br />Me, like a kid in a candy store.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwAbpsNhUF3Lsavxkz8aWh9iohDUjpjM7lZmjq5mQmSDyAffi5j_o4FUhTinktggHN6QZRvXiAerwZgmzjWAYpb_XQbAnX_5M7WwDYX6249DNtM7vLz-R-_oSO6mDhJ59dkxPSzWx6c3o/s1600-h/IMG_1270.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwAbpsNhUF3Lsavxkz8aWh9iohDUjpjM7lZmjq5mQmSDyAffi5j_o4FUhTinktggHN6QZRvXiAerwZgmzjWAYpb_XQbAnX_5M7WwDYX6249DNtM7vLz-R-_oSO6mDhJ59dkxPSzWx6c3o/s320/IMG_1270.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295784387191937570" /></a><br />Pilot dudes--oh, how I envy these mustachioed men.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1T9GC6vtkAGAN15ilqv8PWlDFmUtpc7eFqLVzBw3ByfKCYBc0rcMT03dXN-8tcoE45T_CtiwPuK26QnzfbppMLF7MfxEOtYMtHKtj0VMFAMZoGYLdEVZ7y03jbsPmrmR6Vzlh5PJYGTI/s1600-h/IMG_1273.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1T9GC6vtkAGAN15ilqv8PWlDFmUtpc7eFqLVzBw3ByfKCYBc0rcMT03dXN-8tcoE45T_CtiwPuK26QnzfbppMLF7MfxEOtYMtHKtj0VMFAMZoGYLdEVZ7y03jbsPmrmR6Vzlh5PJYGTI/s320/IMG_1273.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295784251710736098" /></a><br />These Pratt and Whitney engines were so loud I had to put in ear plugs. There is no other engine on earth that sounds this amazing: ground shaking--It gives me the chills just thinking about it.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOs0pL1ucuaeT8CHZkWK1hueGwQtOl9aqG5rUb_MpFyOcnTHeHoHO9yz95m_TaRKL_gj6TuZVSbwH2hzgURtMjeKGyFAws3togMveisbS1Mue1ggtltLboUwOUzlVrzWmyrK-yPtlrPCI/s1600-h/IMG_1274.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOs0pL1ucuaeT8CHZkWK1hueGwQtOl9aqG5rUb_MpFyOcnTHeHoHO9yz95m_TaRKL_gj6TuZVSbwH2hzgURtMjeKGyFAws3togMveisbS1Mue1ggtltLboUwOUzlVrzWmyrK-yPtlrPCI/s320/IMG_1274.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295784063656952178" /></a><br />The nose-cone. 180 degrees of plexi-glass. Imagine sitting in this capsule while travelling 180mph thousands of feet over the city.<br /><br />At about 1pm this afternoon, I was boxing some product up at work, and outside I heard the unmistakable sound of those four Pratt and Whitney engines flying above. I ran outside, and sure enough, the "Nine-O-Nine" was flying right over the building heading for its next stop in Naples, Florida. I'll admit, I got kind of emotional...it was as if the old rattle trap was saying goodbye. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVXdfy6Y64u8tqN4Vi3PNGMsNBMDRZBixytYDEcDSDxWH74jU1VSDW7BXnsVUttnSQCJbcEjGS6Vu293y0rB2Xu7qhU8KT46cgMFBrvQEF5rOr7X3kKWEV5qMdCsT2PDocZkkq7p4a7S8/s1600-h/b-17+in+flight.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 143px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVXdfy6Y64u8tqN4Vi3PNGMsNBMDRZBixytYDEcDSDxWH74jU1VSDW7BXnsVUttnSQCJbcEjGS6Vu293y0rB2Xu7qhU8KT46cgMFBrvQEF5rOr7X3kKWEV5qMdCsT2PDocZkkq7p4a7S8/s320/b-17+in+flight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295795896287935970" /></a><br />In Loving memory of Joe Dawson...<br /><br />-He Said.he said, she saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06702330964075745197noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375761674243162850.post-41246893308492503332009-01-24T09:29:00.002-05:002009-01-24T09:31:09.423-05:00Look back and laugh...This was a section in a video filmed in 2002. Not the greatest editing, terrible song, and yes I thought I ripped a hole in my butt. All you can do is look back and laugh.<br /><object width="400" height="267"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2657605&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" /><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2657605&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="267"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://vimeo.com/">Straight To Hell - Matt Coplon</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user278668">Sebastian Surroca</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.<br /><br />-He Saidhe said, she saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06702330964075745197noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375761674243162850.post-39169568400727861602009-01-22T23:24:00.002-05:002009-01-22T23:29:42.504-05:00Farewell, Amy Poehler<object width="512" height="296"><param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/IZLg5pZPvJcJE4hmTErVnA"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/IZLg5pZPvJcJE4hmTErVnA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="512" height="296"></embed></object><br /><br />I'll miss Kaitlin most of all.<br /><br />RICK RICK RICK!he said, she saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06702330964075745197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375761674243162850.post-17969106102429868752009-01-03T10:38:00.004-05:002009-01-03T10:53:14.950-05:00New Years check list, 2009!There were three things I wanted to check off for the New Year:<br /><br />1.Don't drink. It's been almost 32 years and I'm still the designated driver. Check.<br /><br />2.Find a rock, launch off of it and ride the side of a building. Check.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijQrQOALEXMa-6ljMwbNbgbYkNajcy8GeCKPynRO4nqj92XVpdDkxLbviJGdITrrdJjNBgGu89r8PY0Lo5wVROopwqWyiQZdQhFkfIhxlPZqU0xWf4bL0Ltj6TgQGJ6CXZ2WBbrLKL7Iw/s1600-h/matt+wallride+1-1-09.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijQrQOALEXMa-6ljMwbNbgbYkNajcy8GeCKPynRO4nqj92XVpdDkxLbviJGdITrrdJjNBgGu89r8PY0Lo5wVROopwqWyiQZdQhFkfIhxlPZqU0xWf4bL0Ltj6TgQGJ6CXZ2WBbrLKL7Iw/s320/matt+wallride+1-1-09.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287094217297240002" /></a><br /><br />3.Pedal past a leashed dog, and unexpectantly get bit on the thigh by said dog (ripping a hole in a good pair of jeans while only suffering a blood blister). Check!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5W7WzQC6TjjZGRff7Ik3BNr6ErI-RcGGxslmNQNO6YVt3Q5BXUXAvGy_3R7MX4ugLq4JB8xRJb9A6PrKNQAocVgUTehBn_MTQ2cXApr5NgxdUP9kUsels3EcTlIzMTgAGOVFeus-FhVI/s1600-h/dog+bite.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5W7WzQC6TjjZGRff7Ik3BNr6ErI-RcGGxslmNQNO6YVt3Q5BXUXAvGy_3R7MX4ugLq4JB8xRJb9A6PrKNQAocVgUTehBn_MTQ2cXApr5NgxdUP9kUsels3EcTlIzMTgAGOVFeus-FhVI/s320/dog+bite.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287095668891814674" /></a><br /><br /><br />Happy New Year.<br /><br />-He Saidhe said, she saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06702330964075745197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375761674243162850.post-23206438936521748192009-01-02T13:14:00.003-05:002009-01-02T13:18:59.837-05:00Spooky Scary<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><object width="425" height="350"><param value="http://youtube.com/v/bG65axXE-HY" name="movie"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/bG65axXE-HY" width="425" height="350"></embed></object></p>Everything He knows about Judaism comes from Tracy Jordan.<br /></div>he said, she saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06702330964075745197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375761674243162850.post-75623835493724807392008-12-22T17:53:00.004-05:002008-12-22T18:22:31.153-05:00New Year's resolution...She let me borrow a book called Mountains beyond Mountains and said "you're really going to like this." 10 pages in and I was pretty interested, by 100, totally engrossed, coming to a close at 300, and I realized I had just finished my favorite book for 08.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">MBM</span> is a story of an uncanny doctor named Paul Farmer who <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">eventually</span> co-founded a non-profit organization called "Partners in Health." Both Paul Farmer and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">PIH</span> have done incredible things for the poor and those poor who suffer from serious illness.<br /><br />Having finished the book, She and I have agreed to select an organization to donate to each month. Unfortunately, so many of them need our help...<br /><br />For the beginning of 09, I've selected my first choice: Partners in Health. Please check out their website here:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.pih.org/">http://www.pih.org/</a><br /><br />Also, Dr. Paul Farmer was featured yesterday on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">NPR's</span> special "This I believe." Listen here:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=98460202&ps=bb1">http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=98460202&<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ps</span>=<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">bb</span>1</a><br /><br />I feel invigorated and inspired! Do yourself a big favor and read this book! And maybe even consider giving Partner's in Health a little help?<br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja8ivMzsCMaTekgF7EEMIW73YWur0iQ2Fg696hMmgSQcDEGq3WAoza_QvxEdds1OTIL2Mh9_KzJUTHpT5AY_30216fS3Pc18lXmtxxj1tsu2w-G3urjxoq73WrGpXzHTPGVKF62VgzSWE/s1600-h/mts+beyond+mts.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282755716436032146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja8ivMzsCMaTekgF7EEMIW73YWur0iQ2Fg696hMmgSQcDEGq3WAoza_QvxEdds1OTIL2Mh9_KzJUTHpT5AY_30216fS3Pc18lXmtxxj1tsu2w-G3urjxoq73WrGpXzHTPGVKF62VgzSWE/s320/mts+beyond+mts.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p><p>-He Said<br /></p>he said, she saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06702330964075745197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375761674243162850.post-23926155946274629752008-12-19T19:56:00.005-05:002009-01-02T13:17:16.692-05:00Charlie's office myths debunked!<div>For years, Charlie and I have been working together in the Promotions department at Profile. We work good together, and somehow our sarcasm towards each other has never ended in fisticuffs, instead, a sincere apology by either party if its taken the wrong way. He's a good guy, and really fun to work with.</div><br /><div>Charlie used to be a hot shot radio DJ up in Boston. We'd hear the stories: about him, rubbing elbows with the elite recording artists of the day. My favorite--Debbie Harry (from Blondie) bringing him chicken soup when he was sick. We'd partially believe the stories but would always ask for proof. Well, last week we got just that. To our surprise, 7:30am morning coffee was accompanied by an amazing cache of photos that Charlie had dusted off to bring for show and tell. Pulling the photos out of a manilla envelope, the shop was aghast! Upon my request, Charlie went ahead and scanned my favorite photo of the lot dating back to 1978.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg32hujgq_gHBUVtIzoAi0kvlfPSfWM521YTUEb4XptEkjvHt6MP0tdg8QsLsmhb9b7bCzQ2XE01fJ_IYfBBlZwlC2Ea7QQFdzekSoCuLADz3s8dY9ieBtfghwUH-dt20m867Jpak0-8lc/s1600-h/david+lee+roth.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281673472306760146" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 219px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg32hujgq_gHBUVtIzoAi0kvlfPSfWM521YTUEb4XptEkjvHt6MP0tdg8QsLsmhb9b7bCzQ2XE01fJ_IYfBBlZwlC2Ea7QQFdzekSoCuLADz3s8dY9ieBtfghwUH-dt20m867Jpak0-8lc/s320/david+lee+roth.bmp" border="0" /></a> Center in the photo is young Charlie weilding crutches, fresh from playing the role as an extra in "The Bad News Bears" (or so his attire would lead us to think). To his right, three bowlers with three very different fashionable 70's mustaches, and to his left, the man who introduced sensuality and phallic shaped microphones to rock n' roll, but more importantly taught us where Panama is located (California, duh!).<br />Yes, that's David Lee Roth from Van Halen! Eyes closed, mouth slightly ajar, and thinking to himself "Jump back, what's that sound? Here she comes, burnin' down now. Hot shoe, burnin' down the avenue. Model citizen, zero discipline."<br /><br />-He Saidhe said, she saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06702330964075745197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375761674243162850.post-4420764796885322452008-12-19T16:45:00.003-05:002008-12-19T16:49:01.169-05:00One of life's great questionsEveryone knows Hitler was a man. What this <a href="http://www.catsthatlooklikehitler.com/cgi-bin/seigboardbest.pl?8:1">website </a>presupposes is... maybe he wasn't.he said, she saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06702330964075745197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375761674243162850.post-81870035821920726502008-12-11T22:26:00.002-05:002008-12-19T16:45:07.956-05:00Grandma was a cage fighter back in the day.<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kleYAyhEyh4&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kleYAyhEyh4&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>he said, she saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06702330964075745197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375761674243162850.post-26206291452004647912008-12-11T22:10:00.002-05:002008-12-11T22:24:46.254-05:00Down but not out...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjmYhYJuRgm6MngQ6waYWoEvwmMfUC9tkqNGRNgQ2yRuL8HsTv4brWGWvPPIFru3bcdeYDh04UhSlTsxUjvjKWoLqSa9CE23Tw6Vi8XM1ZBubdwlOl9wa1cl_cLrqHhqnwpozto9Q4Ylo/s1600-h/mattboatfeet_650.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278735740281364114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjmYhYJuRgm6MngQ6waYWoEvwmMfUC9tkqNGRNgQ2yRuL8HsTv4brWGWvPPIFru3bcdeYDh04UhSlTsxUjvjKWoLqSa9CE23Tw6Vi8XM1ZBubdwlOl9wa1cl_cLrqHhqnwpozto9Q4Ylo/s320/mattboatfeet_650.jpg" border="0" /></a> I've been having pains in my back for awhile now. I took a pretty hard fall about 10 months ago, and since then, my mornings avail a stiff lower back, and my afternoons, a tense, numbing upper shoulder area.<br />Finally, after fighting a losing battle, I took her advice and got some x-rays done. A day later I got a call from my chiropractor and this was the synopsis:<br />1.I have developed scoliosis.<br />2.I've had three fused upper verterba since before I was born onto earth. That leaves me with two less disks to suck up any compression.<br />3.About 10 months ago, the initial fall caused a compression fracture on my T-10 vertebra. Not having a clue of the internal situation, I've not only been mobile but I've been riding on it for that long. Luckily, over the past ten months, that old crack has filled up with calcium.<br /><br />My doctor's advice? "I know you're not going to stop riding so be careful."<br /><br />Scary, right?<br /><br /><br />-He saidhe said, she saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06702330964075745197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375761674243162850.post-74931647920110861252008-12-05T00:33:00.000-05:002008-12-05T00:38:23.810-05:00Based on true events<object height="364" width="445"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JaVTtS72X8A&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JaVTtS72X8A&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"></embed></object><br /><br />A musical interpretation of how He and She met.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">--She said<br /></div>he said, she saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06702330964075745197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375761674243162850.post-83674414923140503702008-12-04T22:21:00.001-05:002008-12-05T00:53:41.749-05:00He's crazyIn spite of its new age hippie meets corporate yuppie name, Synergy is my favorite drink. It combines 3 of my favorite things: tartness, sweetness, and carbonation. And with its possible .05% alcohol content, it's a little bit like a vinegar mimosa (hey, a vin-mosa!).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6uKIHL1lqS_tcbaF8ShFhW1WGbLKCTkClnwfz4uPmvjw6xXQ-ESKX3lLMZ5v9s2ARPz3jnup8sM56lnWTgSAXsyCqdW-y4xQJLELGdTNg-7j4N8QeMuHLK3NbKEApN0ZDJLS2_tF6Irk/s1600-h/100_3087-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6uKIHL1lqS_tcbaF8ShFhW1WGbLKCTkClnwfz4uPmvjw6xXQ-ESKX3lLMZ5v9s2ARPz3jnup8sM56lnWTgSAXsyCqdW-y4xQJLELGdTNg-7j4N8QeMuHLK3NbKEApN0ZDJLS2_tF6Irk/s320/100_3087-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276157033208901010" border="0" /></a>As much as I love this drink, He HATES it, so much so that every time I treat myself to one (they're not cheap) he retches loudly. (To add insult to injury, he likes to waste my liquid ambrosia by taking a sip to "see if it's still gross.")<br /><br />Oh, but be warned if you want to try one: the effervescence that I love so much means that the drink is prone to leaking ... and exploding.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">-- She said<br /></div>he said, she saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06702330964075745197noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375761674243162850.post-90763117801883958092008-12-03T18:39:00.001-05:002008-12-03T18:40:40.384-05:00Is this vegan?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA9TvwvZZ_G-dYMjJuA9Hk6_dAau-h_vejC5GUeDQzKBeW8pIj2qkGMRWvXx8d90sw6BCVNI4KA_2c_fiRH7IxfghOW0Vyq15wozD1Bu7McBSJp2RQDWE7o-6UuS48yXgLnhJw351nwmA/s1600-h/hotdog.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA9TvwvZZ_G-dYMjJuA9Hk6_dAau-h_vejC5GUeDQzKBeW8pIj2qkGMRWvXx8d90sw6BCVNI4KA_2c_fiRH7IxfghOW0Vyq15wozD1Bu7McBSJp2RQDWE7o-6UuS48yXgLnhJw351nwmA/s320/hotdog.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275712874197779826" /></a><br />You tell us...he said, she saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06702330964075745197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375761674243162850.post-3090980833199779952008-11-27T17:51:00.000-05:002008-11-27T20:12:10.056-05:00Man Bras. Everyone needs one.<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Cke2nCp3SY&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Cke2nCp3SY&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />Just bought mine this week. Fits good, looks great, my confidence has been boosted 200%, but mostly, I am gentler and more caring. Get one while they're hot!he said, she saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06702330964075745197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375761674243162850.post-72363012643385865272008-11-13T12:16:00.001-05:002008-11-13T12:16:40.329-05:00I have a chance on Canadian Idol...This is proof.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZkMXV4zYiHM&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZkMXV4zYiHM&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />-He Saidhe said, she saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06702330964075745197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375761674243162850.post-4255931346573195632008-11-12T12:15:00.001-05:002008-11-12T12:22:00.860-05:00The Wedding Singer...I've decided that when He and She get married down the road, this will be the song we will sing and actually re-enact during the ceremony...I will serenade her with my sunglasses, pants, shirt, and sweet hairdo. If she doesn't accept, atleast I'll have a sensational pop career to look forward to.<br /><br /><object width="400" height="300"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=242364&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" /><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=242364&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://vimeo.com/242364">Rick Astley - Never Gonna Give You Up</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user224152">UgoDuru</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.he said, she saidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06702330964075745197noreply@blogger.com0