<?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-33601660</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:24:40.794-07:00</updated><category term='The Family and I'/><category term='My Championship Game'/><category term='My Dogs'/><category term='Trip to Cape Cod'/><category term='Tim&apos;s Art'/><category term='&quot;Away in a Manger&quot; Remix'/><category term='Our Trip To Mohonk Mountain House'/><category term='Cragged Mt. Farm'/><category term='IS THAT MY BROTHER?'/><category term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Sam</title><subtitle type='html'>Hey, I'm Sam! Hope you enjoy my blog! :-) God bless!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>$@M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292871542935098765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.ncgraphicarts.com/sam/sam6.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33601660.post-926337479748994006</id><published>2008-08-29T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T10:02:09.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b5626c7823e69a82" 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://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db5626c7823e69a82%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331605834%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D467004136794FC8309910A87CB2C114BF7B6F9AD.3BDADD1599A07E470742C10599EF452906A882F0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db5626c7823e69a82%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Ds8LNk4e4ZASX2wrVLJUDiR__BYo&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://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db5626c7823e69a82%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331605834%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D467004136794FC8309910A87CB2C114BF7B6F9AD.3BDADD1599A07E470742C10599EF452906A882F0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db5626c7823e69a82%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Ds8LNk4e4ZASX2wrVLJUDiR__BYo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33601660-926337479748994006?l=kerrboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b5626c7823e69a82&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/feeds/926337479748994006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33601660&amp;postID=926337479748994006&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/926337479748994006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/926337479748994006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>$@M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292871542935098765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.ncgraphicarts.com/sam/sam6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33601660.post-5724333886064581528</id><published>2007-10-01T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:43:47.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tim at College!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;The reason why Mom, Charlie and I didn't stay for the second half at church is because we had to leave for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CCSU&lt;/span&gt; to visit Tim! In case some you don't know, my brother, Tim, is a freshman at Central Conn. State University in New Britain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; Tim says hi to everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tim is having a hard time keeping up with the piles of studies he's been given but he has gotten it all done; it isn't easy for him. He doesn't like his courses but he's hanging in there and soon enough I think he'll find something he is interested in. Tim says that all kids do up there is drink and party but Tim has chosen to stay away from it. He has a really nice clump of friends, but unfortunately they are worldly kids and do what worldly kids do. Tim's roommate is awesome! Tom's his name and he is also is on the golf team. Here's a pic:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116370099478727570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RwD_f27cC5I/AAAAAAAAAis/-zHOAPu2B78/s400/DSCN3201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yea, he is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; bit taller...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; he is huge!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He are a couple more of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CCSU&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116371259119897506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RwEAjW7cC6I/AAAAAAAAAi0/wACM4Y_4y-A/s400/DSCN3199.JPG" border="0" /&gt; out on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bball&lt;/span&gt; court just below &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tim's&lt;/span&gt; dorm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116372642099366866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RwEBz27cC9I/AAAAAAAAAjM/DWRyIyv20Tg/s400/DSCN3188.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;this is the view from his dorm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116373376538774514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RwECem7cC_I/AAAAAAAAAjc/1vCekDZpuU0/s400/IMG_4226.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;with the bro! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tim's&lt;/span&gt; on the left and charlie is on the right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116373956359359490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RwEDAW7cDAI/AAAAAAAAAjk/IjuZbl6wRlY/s400/IMG_4227.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tim&lt;/span&gt; and mom in the dorm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116374613489355794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RwEDmm7cDBI/AAAAAAAAAjs/NvOgWztwp2w/s400/IMG_4211.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;tiger's always watching...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tim&lt;/span&gt; looks like he just saw a ghost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116379140384885874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RwEHuG7cDHI/AAAAAAAAAkc/06vzCPnIVmQ/s400/IMG_4219.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tim&lt;/span&gt; with his Apple and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; watching (wishing i had one)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116376069483269170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RwEE7W7cDDI/AAAAAAAAAj8/9LVoez_lHQ0/s400/IMG_4229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;we were so bored on the way back home that we just had to take some silly pics. i put this on our car the other day and charlie just had to take this pic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116377280664046658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RwEGB27cDEI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Vc8rzBcJHQk/s400/DSCN3203.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;no comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116377697275874386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RwEGaG7cDFI/AAAAAAAAAkM/MOQsj5G7FMg/s400/IMG_4204.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;this is my official "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; bored and want &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; get out of the car" face. look at my nose for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; bit and after like 5 seconds it looks huge (DO IT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116378272801492066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RwEG7m7cDGI/AAAAAAAAAkU/YNNzF55yvJg/s400/IMG_4214.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;in the prison...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;tim's&lt;/span&gt; dorm, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;that all i have. it's too bad i don't have any campus pics, ill get those next time and post them on here, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; it really is a nice campus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;WE LOVE YA TIM!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;TIM SAID HE WOULD LOVE PRAYERS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33601660-5724333886064581528?l=kerrboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5724333886064581528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33601660&amp;postID=5724333886064581528&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/5724333886064581528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/5724333886064581528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/2007/10/tim-at-college-reason-why-mom-charlie.html' title=''/><author><name>$@M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292871542935098765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.ncgraphicarts.com/sam/sam6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RwD_f27cC5I/AAAAAAAAAis/-zHOAPu2B78/s72-c/DSCN3201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33601660.post-104629058960813692</id><published>2007-06-25T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:43:48.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;-Wolf Alert-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is a picture of our dog Meesha (she is part wolf) howling at a siren.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You envy my dog...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080021323148580322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Rn_cenGuVeI/AAAAAAAAAhs/vlHwuIjK88Q/s400/DSCN2715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...CUZ IT'S SO COOL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When our 2 other dogs bark at something, Meesha will try to bark but she can't. She sounds more like a dying dog than a barking dog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I LOVE MEESHA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33601660-104629058960813692?l=kerrboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/feeds/104629058960813692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33601660&amp;postID=104629058960813692&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/104629058960813692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/104629058960813692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/wolf-alert-here-is-picture-of-our-dog.html' title=''/><author><name>$@M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292871542935098765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.ncgraphicarts.com/sam/sam6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Rn_cenGuVeI/AAAAAAAAAhs/vlHwuIjK88Q/s72-c/DSCN2715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33601660.post-7375003149373854182</id><published>2007-06-20T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:43:50.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey Delaney I did some more research and I thought these cars/boats were worth looking at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Check em' out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078182896757265778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RnlUcHGuVXI/AAAAAAAAAg0/9ZTPgtRDiIk/s400/c468227a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RnlUWnGuVWI/AAAAAAAAAgs/j-rEuZBqCmo/s1600-h/c468228a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078182802267985250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RnlUWnGuVWI/AAAAAAAAAgs/j-rEuZBqCmo/s400/c468228a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RnlUK3GuVVI/AAAAAAAAAgk/LWdqHOY5834/s1600-h/c468239a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078182600404522322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RnlUK3GuVVI/AAAAAAAAAgk/LWdqHOY5834/s400/c468239a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RnlUGHGuVUI/AAAAAAAAAgc/13aY4jLcwIw/s1600-h/c468240a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078182518800143682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RnlUGHGuVUI/AAAAAAAAAgc/13aY4jLcwIw/s400/c468240a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078183120095565202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RnlUpHGuVZI/AAAAAAAAAhE/qPQ9Tj-p7sA/s400/c468229a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078183236059682210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RnlUv3GuVaI/AAAAAAAAAhM/VNcO92INJ_U/s400/c468226a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078185117255357906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RnlWdXGuVdI/AAAAAAAAAhk/ooPyotxdgTk/s400/c468230a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RnlT93GuVTI/AAAAAAAAAgU/2pNh-8xS2lY/s1600-h/c468241a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078182377066222898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RnlT93GuVTI/AAAAAAAAAgU/2pNh-8xS2lY/s400/c468241a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then of course you need to have the Jet Ski/off road Quad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RnlT5nGuVSI/AAAAAAAAAgM/8DeFQiY8SLE/s1600-h/c468243a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078182304051778850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RnlT5nGuVSI/AAAAAAAAAgM/8DeFQiY8SLE/s400/c468243a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They are only $142,000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THESE WERE NOT PHOTOSHOPED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33601660-7375003149373854182?l=kerrboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7375003149373854182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33601660&amp;postID=7375003149373854182&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/7375003149373854182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/7375003149373854182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/hey-delaney-i-did-some-more-research.html' title=''/><author><name>$@M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292871542935098765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.ncgraphicarts.com/sam/sam6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RnlUcHGuVXI/AAAAAAAAAg0/9ZTPgtRDiIk/s72-c/c468227a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33601660.post-3615238865923189127</id><published>2007-06-20T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:43:51.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Delaney, quit wishing for an El &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Camino&lt;/span&gt; and be logical and get a car you can afford.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078134947742373122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Rnko1HGuVQI/AAAAAAAAAf8/MeF63WlTQuk/s400/Interface-2_15.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;It doesn't look to nice but I'm sure it'll start up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078133388669244562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RnknaXGuVJI/AAAAAAAAAfE/bn_dBaEJwkg/s400/55849553-M.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Looks pretty rusty but a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; rust can't hurt.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078133577647805602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RnknlXGuVKI/AAAAAAAAAfM/w7GrJEISQcU/s400/55849558-M.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I know you don't like insects but worst comes to worst you'll have to settle with this one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078133775216301250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Rnknw3GuVMI/AAAAAAAAAfc/zUoh1CB-l2c/s400/lamborghini-concept-car-wallpapers-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm not sure if you'd like the wheels but I guess you could get them replaced.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078133689316955314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Rnknr3GuVLI/AAAAAAAAAfU/WbxlAqgAr6U/s400/Lamborghini-Concept-S-Topview.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think it can fly too but I still don't think it's worth it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Rnkn1HGuVNI/AAAAAAAAAfk/9yBiRXwh9H0/s1600-h/ad_Tramontana_production.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078133848230745298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Rnkn1HGuVNI/AAAAAAAAAfk/9yBiRXwh9H0/s400/ad_Tramontana_production.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looks more like a remote control. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078133968489829618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Rnkn8HGuVPI/AAAAAAAAAf0/EpzESfvT8FA/s400/Tramontana-interior-steering-wheel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No way now that I see the inside. Looks like a Hot Wheels car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078133908360287458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Rnkn4nGuVOI/AAAAAAAAAfs/x99Du7z6WeQ/s400/ad-Tramontana-back.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So ugly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well even though they are rather ugly and rusty I think you should start with something with a reasonable price. LOL those cars are only a couple mil each.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33601660-3615238865923189127?l=kerrboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3615238865923189127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33601660&amp;postID=3615238865923189127&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/3615238865923189127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/3615238865923189127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/delaney-quit-wishing-for-el-camino-and.html' title=''/><author><name>$@M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292871542935098765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.ncgraphicarts.com/sam/sam6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Rnko1HGuVQI/AAAAAAAAAf8/MeF63WlTQuk/s72-c/Interface-2_15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33601660.post-4956440905390317662</id><published>2007-06-07T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:43:54.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey remember me? Sam Kerr, the kid that abandoned his blog for months! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, yup it's me and I'm back. It's been a while, but I'm back and I've got some new news for ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;THE NEWEST NEWS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;WITH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;THE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;KERRS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073415199590863874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RmhkPnGuVAI/AAAAAAAAAd8/LLIWgHJch5M/s400/DSCN2611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That guy up there is my oldest bro Tim (as most of you know). Tim is going to Central Connecticut State University to play on their Division 1 Golf Team!!! It's going to be weird having Tim gone!! We're all gonna miss him...right? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt; of course we will! He will be rooming on campus which will be interesting, hopefully he'll have opportunities to share the Gospel with roommates and buddies. So be praying ahead of that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073421581912265746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RmhqDHGuVBI/AAAAAAAAAeE/oW5ONF6FIXQ/s400/DSCN2614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The dude with the gun on the left in my second bro, Charlie. I've been his video man during turkey hunting season. We went on many adventurous hunts! We would start off by camping out and then wake up by 3:50am our eyes barely open tromping through the woods in search of gobblers.Unfortunately we didn't have a turkey dinner on the table this season, but we captured some great memories on film.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Charlie and his buddy, Collin Riddle, have been working like dogs for the last couple of months at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ridgewood&lt;/span&gt; CC for Dad. Collin is now literally officially my 3rd brother! He seems to be over every other day! This is what normally happens: Collin and I both have guitar practice on Tuesday at my house, and that same night we have Bible Study with a bunch of kids, which Collin also comes to. So, he comes over for guitar practice, goes home for a couple hours, then comes back for Bible Study, and sleeps over because he works the next day at the golf course. Tuesday isn't the only day he comes over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; He sleeps over anytime if he is working the following day. Sometimes I'll be walking around a corner and there's Collin, and I'll say, "Oh hey, when did you get here and who let you in?" Yeah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; Collin is now one of our best friends.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073423102330688546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RmhrbnGuVCI/AAAAAAAAAeM/YKBhkIPQ41Y/s400/DSCN2799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Charlie got a chance to cut the green with a singles mower the other day. He did a great job controlling it until he got on the green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073430536919077938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RmhyMXGuVDI/AAAAAAAAAeU/2nqaPWdj3dg/s400/DSCN2800.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073430940646003778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Rmhyj3GuVEI/AAAAAAAAAec/-7D1_JpH42Q/s400/DSCN2801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, let's put it this way, Charlie will no longer be cutting greens with a singles mower. No, I'm just kidding. H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e cut 8 greens to perfection, not a line out of place. And Collin has also been doing a great job around the course. AHA! Time for some live updates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LIVE&lt;/span&gt; UPDATES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dad literally just called me telling me that they (Dad, Char, and Collin) just had to chase a HUGE black bear off the course!!!!!!! They said it was by the Pro shop! This is the first time they have ever seen a black bear on the course! Hopefully the pics they got of the bear will be on here in a couple of days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really think we should convert the golf course to a wild animal park. I mean, goodness, you've got bears running loose, killer coyotes, and herds of vicious deer on the prowl! The main sign should read,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ridgewood Golf and Game Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073433521921348690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Rmh06HGuVFI/AAAAAAAAAek/uKdY4yIYq30/s400/IMG_3592.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;As for me, I've been finishing up my school work for the year and working for Dad too, but not as much as Charlie and Collin. I'm also learning guitar which I love! M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;y guitar teacher said that since we have done a great job so far, our next lesson (next Tuesday) will be dedicated to learning our favorite song, no matter how difficult!! I'm so psyched! I haven't decided on the song yet, but I'm looking for a good one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Basketball this year was great! When I went to my first practice we were less than perfect, to say the least. But when we stepped out on the court we won and won! For the regular season we were had only lost one game. By the time Playoffs arrived our team was predicted to be the Champs. We flew by our first game then we found ourselves in the Semi-Finals and ended up fighting for our lives in the last quarter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The game started like any other game, we took an early lead and kept it for a long time, but not long enough.In the final quarter with a minute on the clock our competitors made a shot to pull them ahead by 1. Then we called a time out and made a play that had a good chance of pulling us back on top, but unfortunately my teammate, Rich, missed the shot, but the game was far from over. Somehow time winded down to 3 seconds and we planned for a player to run up, set a pick on my man, and then I would run to the basket and take a shot around foul line. Well, the player who was supposed to set the pick never did! I was left scrambling to get open and by the time I got the ball and tried to shake my defender there was hardly any time left which forced me to throw up a low percentage shot that missed. WE HAD LOST!! And no one could believe it, and that made it twice as bad. But I was happy for the team that beat us because there were some of my friends on that team.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A few days later the Championship Game was played and the team that beat us won, so that was good. But the only reason I was kind of upset they won was because the coach was so intense and just plain mean. I got to play on the All Star Team and it just so happened that he was my coach! I got to see if it was true what all my friends on the Championship team said about him. WELL IT WAS TRUE!!! It was not a very enjoyable game, unfortunately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Despite the super competitive All Star Game and the loss in the Semi's I was lucky enough to be chosen as one of the two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;MVP's&lt;/span&gt; for the league. So that was exciting and encouraging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Summer League is coming up so I'm getting ready for that and golf has started! The golf course is better than ever so Tim and I have been going in a lot to play. It's fun and challenging playing until dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Let's see what's new? Well I think I've told you about me and guitar so that's covered but here's a pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073697980237632626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RmllbnGuVHI/AAAAAAAAAe0/SFmPEWS9GyA/s400/switchfoot06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm just joking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Here's the real me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073695214278693986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Rmli6nGuVGI/AAAAAAAAAes/hF5d_0NIJvg/s400/IMG_3795.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's been fun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;playing&lt;/span&gt; around and figuring out songs I know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'll give ya one last pic of us boys.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073700905110361218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RmloF3GuVII/AAAAAAAAAe8/mtIHvjTu_28/s400/fb3vw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;VW&lt;/span&gt; Bug ROCKS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33601660-4956440905390317662?l=kerrboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4956440905390317662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33601660&amp;postID=4956440905390317662&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/4956440905390317662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/4956440905390317662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/hey-remember-me-sam-kerr-kid-that.html' title=''/><author><name>$@M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292871542935098765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.ncgraphicarts.com/sam/sam6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RmhkPnGuVAI/AAAAAAAAAd8/LLIWgHJch5M/s72-c/DSCN2611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33601660.post-8297122077877180294</id><published>2007-04-24T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:43:56.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;-W A R N I N G-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;FLOOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;These pictures were taken at Southford Falls and Stevenson's Dam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;After a stunning 9 inches of rain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057103929140864642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Ri5xOtisZoI/AAAAAAAAAcs/kb3v_7fAb14/s400/IMG_3320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just a normal day at Southford Falls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057104242673477266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Ri5xg9isZpI/AAAAAAAAAc0/WpWk3AQpA88/s400/IMG_3321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Or maybe not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057105286350530210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="302" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Ri5ydtisZqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/NunDApiklFU/s400/DSCN2484.JPG" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Remember I said it was Southford Falls not Niagara Falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057107403769407154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Ri50Y9isZrI/AAAAAAAAAdE/XKI6ijxUNL4/s400/DSCN2494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That current looks so weak...NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057109044446914242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Ri514disZsI/AAAAAAAAAdM/aM1n9uoM5pI/s400/DSCN2486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm over on the left getting ready to dive in a swim upstream, no biggy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057109963569915602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Ri52t9isZtI/AAAAAAAAAdU/kSpJf7VVCCk/s400/DSCN2506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Man overboard!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057111174750693090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Ri530disZuI/AAAAAAAAAdc/0rNtCl96E8M/s400/DSCN2509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ETHAN B. IS THE MAN! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(read the sign, lol)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057112166888138482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Ri54uNisZvI/AAAAAAAAAdk/n2WjZm3-h_s/s400/DSCN2518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stevenson's Dam at its best. You can't really tell but the water was so high and rushing so fast...what can I say? It was just rediculous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057113721666299650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Ri56ItisZwI/AAAAAAAAAds/Om3fVwgDShE/s400/DSCN2521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I went through that little shoot on the right and that was a pretty fun ride, jk lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057116311531579154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Ri58fdisZxI/AAAAAAAAAd0/VLyOexQN23M/s400/DSCN2525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had to include this picture just because this guy was like the highlight of our day, lol. This guy was sooooo mad at all the people who were watching the dam (he is Ethan B's hero, lol).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33601660-8297122077877180294?l=kerrboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8297122077877180294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33601660&amp;postID=8297122077877180294&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/8297122077877180294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/8297122077877180294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/2007/04/w-r-n-i-n-g-flood-these-pictures-were.html' title=''/><author><name>$@M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292871542935098765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.ncgraphicarts.com/sam/sam6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Ri5xOtisZoI/AAAAAAAAAcs/kb3v_7fAb14/s72-c/IMG_3320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33601660.post-8467956850574122829</id><published>2007-02-22T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:43:59.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, you want to see something ridiculous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CHECK THIS OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These are all REAL street drawing! Not photoshoped!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Rd5EmP3R4ZI/AAAAAAAAAaE/ELRW81Mjlt4/s1600-h/fly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034536857330901394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Rd5EmP3R4ZI/AAAAAAAAAaE/ELRW81Mjlt4/s400/fly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Take that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Rd5D7_3R4YI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/nZqZApfnDjU/s1600-h/lobster2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034536131481428354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Rd5D7_3R4YI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/nZqZApfnDjU/s400/lobster2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lobster Bisque?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Rd5DXf3R4VI/AAAAAAAAAZk/nx4FOMB6-7s/s1600-h/rescue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034535504416203090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Rd5DXf3R4VI/AAAAAAAAAZk/nx4FOMB6-7s/s400/rescue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How do ya figure?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Rd5DPP3R4UI/AAAAAAAAAZc/2JA6KLhxE0k/s1600-h/spiderman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034535362682282306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Rd5DPP3R4UI/AAAAAAAAAZc/2JA6KLhxE0k/s400/spiderman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saved by Spiderman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Rd5DG_3R4TI/AAAAAAAAAZU/SLCqF5qBQi0/s1600-h/waterfall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034535220948361522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Rd5DG_3R4TI/AAAAAAAAAZU/SLCqF5qBQi0/s400/waterfall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taking a dip...RIDICULOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Rd5C_v3R4SI/AAAAAAAAAZM/pI3scPd73XI/s1600-h/mosaic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034535096394309922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Rd5C_v3R4SI/AAAAAAAAAZM/pI3scPd73XI/s400/mosaic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a discover!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Rd5CyP3R4RI/AAAAAAAAAZE/e0xYjp5OUlY/s1600-h/postmod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034534864466075922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Rd5CyP3R4RI/AAAAAAAAAZE/e0xYjp5OUlY/s400/postmod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blows me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Rd5Bpv3R4QI/AAAAAAAAAY8/3syNh5MiH9U/s1600-h/fountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034533618925560066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Rd5Bpv3R4QI/AAAAAAAAAY8/3syNh5MiH9U/s400/fountain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sewage Problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Rd5BhP3R4PI/AAAAAAAAAY0/GHqIgnQg1s8/s1600-h/batman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034533472896671986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Rd5BhP3R4PI/AAAAAAAAAY0/GHqIgnQg1s8/s400/batman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ABSOLUTELY RIDICULOUS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Rd5BQ_3R4OI/AAAAAAAAAYs/rsqGcsp5FXk/s1600-h/boat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034533193723797730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Rd5BQ_3R4OI/AAAAAAAAAYs/rsqGcsp5FXk/s400/boat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sailboat Puddle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Rd5BK_3R4NI/AAAAAAAAAYk/HZ5DI3qWYRQ/s1600-h/blair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034533090644582610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Rd5BK_3R4NI/AAAAAAAAAYk/HZ5DI3qWYRQ/s400/blair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Watch your step!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Rd5A2_3R4MI/AAAAAAAAAYc/bZ9zhz8C2UM/s1600-h/portab3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034532747047198914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Rd5A2_3R4MI/AAAAAAAAAYc/bZ9zhz8C2UM/s400/portab3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sony Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Rd499P3R4LI/AAAAAAAAAYU/yBj-nxZ3_kY/s1600-h/coke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034529555886497970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Rd499P3R4LI/AAAAAAAAAYU/yBj-nxZ3_kY/s400/coke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Biggest coke bottle ever?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034535680509862242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Rd5Dhv3R4WI/AAAAAAAAAZs/jGmspjk_-3w/s400/globe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Check this out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034535852308554098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Rd5Drv3R4XI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/kFTM7kSnCAQ/s400/globe-wrongview.jpg" border="0" /&gt;UNBELIEVABLE! This dude has some serious skill!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/33601660-8467956850574122829?l=kerrboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8467956850574122829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33601660&amp;postID=8467956850574122829&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/8467956850574122829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/8467956850574122829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/2007/02/ok-you-want-to-see-something-ridiculous.html' title=''/><author><name>$@M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292871542935098765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.ncgraphicarts.com/sam/sam6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Rd5EmP3R4ZI/AAAAAAAAAaE/ELRW81Mjlt4/s72-c/fly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33601660.post-222347516075383705</id><published>2007-02-13T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:44:03.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Kids Bible Study "The T-Shirt Race"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;"But put on the Lord Jesus Christ..."&lt;br /&gt;Romans 13:14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031061384976469570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RdHrrIa1DkI/AAAAAAAAAW0/iiYqWT5Z7bs/s400/IMG_2918.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sean is about 55 pounds and in this pic he looks like he is 155 pounds!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RdHssYa1DrI/AAAAAAAAAXs/YgmoJe6rY5o/s1600-h/IMG_2919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031062505962933938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RdHssYa1DrI/AAAAAAAAAXs/YgmoJe6rY5o/s400/IMG_2919.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Showing off...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt; SEAN IS MY HERO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RdHsfoa1DqI/AAAAAAAAAXk/QM4PFq3lA6g/s1600-h/IMG_2937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031062286919601826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RdHsfoa1DqI/AAAAAAAAAXk/QM4PFq3lA6g/s400/IMG_2937.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Brendon the Beast"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RdHsZYa1DpI/AAAAAAAAAXc/TeHHSnTFyjQ/s1600-h/IMG_2940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031062179545419410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RdHsZYa1DpI/AAAAAAAAAXc/TeHHSnTFyjQ/s400/IMG_2940.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm guessing Brendon weighs less than Sean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RdHsN4a1DoI/AAAAAAAAAXU/gFDHJpQqdMk/s1600-h/IMG_2942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031061981976923778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RdHsN4a1DoI/AAAAAAAAAXU/gFDHJpQqdMk/s400/IMG_2942.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carley is so cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RdHsJoa1DnI/AAAAAAAAAXM/WnSqVX3LI74/s1600-h/IMG_2934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031061908962479730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RdHsJoa1DnI/AAAAAAAAAXM/WnSqVX3LI74/s400/IMG_2934.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meesha looks small compared to Carley!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Remember to always put on the Lord Jesus Christ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33601660-222347516075383705?l=kerrboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/feeds/222347516075383705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33601660&amp;postID=222347516075383705&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/222347516075383705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/222347516075383705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/2007/02/kids-bible-study-t-shirt-race-but-put.html' title=''/><author><name>$@M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292871542935098765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.ncgraphicarts.com/sam/sam6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RdHrrIa1DkI/AAAAAAAAAW0/iiYqWT5Z7bs/s72-c/IMG_2918.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33601660.post-1412012227257297973</id><published>2007-02-12T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T05:56:29.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Daring&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Faith &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Book Review&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;by Sam Kerr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Little Amy Carmichael couldn’t understand why God had given her brown eyes. Every time she looked at herself in the mirror she couldn’t help but to think that her eyes were like two mud puddles. One night little Amy prayed to God that He would make her eyes blue like her mothers but in the morning when she hopped out of bed and ran over to her mirror, those dark brown eyes still stared back at her. Little did Amy know what God had in plan for her and her brown eyes.&lt;br /&gt;     Every biography I had read before this one had been boring, dull, and just didn’t seem to turn me on. But my thoughts changed when I read this powerful, exciting, inspiring, and thought provoking biography called, With Daring Faith, by Rebecca Henry Davis. With Daring Faith tells the true story of Amy Carmichael’s unpredictable life. This book takes you on a roller coaster ride with the ups and downs of Amy’s courageous missionary work in India. I honestly don’t know how you could read this book and not be convicted of your sins and realize how wonderful our God really is. The Hindus are less than cooperative and yet the Lord works through Amy and lives are saved from eternal suffering in Hell.&lt;br /&gt;     Amy is the main character in the book and lived with her two younger brothers and parents in Great Britain. When she was young she was rather mischievous and was always trying to pull a prank on someone, but when her father died a big change happened. She was forced to grow up and become one of the leaders in the house. After a few years their family moved to England and while Amy was there the Lord spoke to her to pursue missionary work. At first her mother told her that there was no way she could be a missionary with Neuralgia (a disease that makes your bones and muscles ache). But after a little while Amy decided to go to Japan where she stayed for some time, until finally her Neuralgia made her turn away from Japan and go back to England. She didn’t stay there for long though, sooner than later she received a note asking her to come to India and help a certain mission group to help spread the Gospel. She asked the Lord if she should go to India. He replied with “Go”. Off to India she went and seeds were planted but not without trials. Many times she was confined to her bed because of the painful disease that she suffered from but still the Lord brought her through these hard times. This book clearly shows that nothing is impossible with God even when it seems nothing could possibly be done.&lt;br /&gt;     This biography of Amy Carmichael is without a doubt the best biography I’ve ever read. Reading this book made me realize how hungry Amy Carmichael was to share the Gospel with so many people and it inspired me. One time when she was suffering from Neuralgia she asked the doctor when she would recover and followed the question with this: “There isn’t a second to lose! Souls are dieing and going to Hell!” I highly recommend this book! It is an easy read, short, but great book. I promise you’ll enjoy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33601660-1412012227257297973?l=kerrboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1412012227257297973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33601660&amp;postID=1412012227257297973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/1412012227257297973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/1412012227257297973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/2007/02/with-daring-faith-book-review-by-sam.html' title=''/><author><name>$@M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292871542935098765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.ncgraphicarts.com/sam/sam6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33601660.post-3042818278604279559</id><published>2007-02-12T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:44:04.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm so bored I dont even know what I'm gonna do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Here's a bunch of random stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RdBrkIa1DeI/AAAAAAAAAVo/yTJJsa4hwug/s1600-h/mysterious2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030639052252319202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RdBrkIa1DeI/AAAAAAAAAVo/yTJJsa4hwug/s400/mysterious2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Looks like i'm standing on clouds doesn't it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RdBrYIa1DdI/AAAAAAAAAVg/w2VXSL6C-Y0/s1600-h/walkingonclouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030638846093888978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RdBrYIa1DdI/AAAAAAAAAVg/w2VXSL6C-Y0/s400/walkingonclouds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; Only Collin knows what he was doing in this pic, ROFL! Looks like he is walking on clouds too though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030640173238783474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RdBslYa1DfI/AAAAAAAAAVw/r1FRVAc56kY/s400/IMG_0137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;LOL! This pic was taken in the middle of a turkey hunt! Hahaha! I can't believe I lowered myself that far, lol. It was actually pretty fun hanging out with my bro and Collin...even though we were hunting turkey. We didn't shoot anything that day...I wonder why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030641599167925762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RdBt4Ya1DgI/AAAAAAAAAV4/h1VcBVN1DTw/s400/IM000892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;ABBEY IS MY HERO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030642733039291922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RdBu6Ya1DhI/AAAAAAAAAWA/0Dh35jyvStQ/s400/IM000129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope it isn't too far away for you to read but if it is it says this, "HAPPY SCOOPERS...DOG WASTE REMOVAL SERVICE... 1-866- SCOOP UP" ROFL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030644206213074466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RdBwQIa1DiI/AAAAAAAAAWI/aY1gNZ_fEDI/s400/IMG_1275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I stood next to a llama! You can tell he hasn't brushed his teeth in a couple years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030645215530389042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RdBxK4a1DjI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ZWfewhmeHCY/s400/Enter+the+Deep.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Delaney sent me this picture and I cant tell if it is real or Photoshoped but either way it looks pretty cool to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33601660-3042818278604279559?l=kerrboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3042818278604279559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33601660&amp;postID=3042818278604279559&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/3042818278604279559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/3042818278604279559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-so-bored-i-dont-even-know-what-im.html' title=''/><author><name>$@M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292871542935098765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.ncgraphicarts.com/sam/sam6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RdBrkIa1DeI/AAAAAAAAAVo/yTJJsa4hwug/s72-c/mysterious2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33601660.post-1328330849812391214</id><published>2007-01-22T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:44:06.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Back for More...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Fun on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Photoshop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RbVGjmFbt3I/AAAAAAAAAQw/HgqyRjnlICc/s1600-h/sick+pic16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022998536734357362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RbVGjmFbt3I/AAAAAAAAAQw/HgqyRjnlICc/s400/sick+pic16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Glowing eye (If anyone thinks I'm trying to look evil I'm not, I was just having fun on photoshop to see what I could do, lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022999666310756274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RbVHlWFbt7I/AAAAAAAAARQ/7sIKebsDGBI/s400/creature.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Jawas&lt;/span&gt;!! I was trying desperately to look like one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Jawas&lt;/span&gt; in Star Wars and I think I had a success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022999004885792658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RbVG-2Fbt5I/AAAAAAAAARA/dnKvn_cWvIQ/s400/sick+pic13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Christmas fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022999142324746146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RbVHG2Fbt6I/AAAAAAAAARI/3kefaITNS90/s400/sick+pic18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Gramps&lt;/span&gt; again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023006035747256258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RbVNYGFbt8I/AAAAAAAAARY/oei3CIR4BWE/s400/creature2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Holding the Sun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023006396524509138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RbVNtGFbt9I/AAAAAAAAARg/fSzKei_Wlu8/s400/rock+star.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Last but not least one more Darth Vader pic...I labeled this pic, "Rock Star", &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33601660-1328330849812391214?l=kerrboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1328330849812391214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33601660&amp;postID=1328330849812391214&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/1328330849812391214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/1328330849812391214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/2007/01/back-for-more.html' title=''/><author><name>$@M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292871542935098765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.ncgraphicarts.com/sam/sam6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RbVGjmFbt3I/AAAAAAAAAQw/HgqyRjnlICc/s72-c/sick+pic16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33601660.post-913096331712030799</id><published>2007-01-06T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T06:51:36.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Funniest TRUE Story Ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One of Tim's friends (Katie) told him a story about her cousin the other day that made him crack up, here it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Katie's cousin was dog sitting for a friend of hers in downtown Boston. Unfortunately, the dog died during one of the days she was sitting it so she called up the owners of the dog and said, "Hi, I'm so sorry but your dog died last night." Surprisingly the owners weren't shocked and replied saying that they had been sort of expecting it since he was so old. Katie's cousin was shocked at their reply and then asked relieved, "Oh, well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, what do I do with the body?" The owners instructed her to take it down to the pound and that they would get rid of it. Well, Katie's cousin didn't have a car so she couldn't drive down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What she is about to do is hilarious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So she stuffed the dead dog into a suitcase!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She approached a bus with her extremely heavy suitcase and when she tried to get up the stairs and into the bus she found that the suitcase was way to heavy for her to drag up the stairs. A man came over to her and asked if she needed help and she excepted it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gratefully&lt;/span&gt;. The big man dragged it up into the bus and asked,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Wow, that is heavy, what do you have in there?" Katie's cousin wasn't about to tell him that a dead dog was in it so she replied,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Oh, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, computers and computer parts I'm going to meet a client right now actually." The man kindly said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Please take my seat, with that heavy a suitcase it will drag you to the floor if we stop short."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt; sir." she replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You won't believe what happens next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It turns out that at the next stop the the same man who had helped her pull her suitcase up the steep stairs and offered her his seat suddenly turned around, punched her in the stomach, grabbed her suitcase and took off down the street!!!!! Can you imagine the guy's face when he opened the suitcase!!! I wasn't told anything else but I don't think she was hurt at all. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! Pretty priceless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33601660-913096331712030799?l=kerrboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/feeds/913096331712030799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33601660&amp;postID=913096331712030799&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/913096331712030799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/913096331712030799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/2007/01/funniest-true-story-ever-one-of-tims.html' title=''/><author><name>$@M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292871542935098765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.ncgraphicarts.com/sam/sam6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33601660.post-2997450730908160193</id><published>2007-01-05T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:44:10.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My Trip to NYC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm not going to kill myself and write an essay on our time down in Manhattan, but I will give you a quick (but nice) run through and show you some AMAZING pictures of the one and only...New York City!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;The whole reason we went down there is because we wanted to go to Bodies Exhibition. I know it sounds weird but it really wasn't. It was a museum that displayed preserved cadavers (a dead body, lol). It also their veins, nervous system, brain, muscles, heart, liver, lungs and more out in the open without skin covering them! IT WAS AMAZING!! You name it they had it. It was mind blowing! It was amazing to see what goes on inside of us! Its name said it all. I don't know how you could go there and yet still not believe there is a God!!!!! Unfortunately, they wouldn't allow me to take pictures while we were in the museum, but obviously I snapped plenty while we walked around the city with Collin and Bradleigh Riddle who were our prize guests for the trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;After we found a parking a place we pretty much just walked around the seaport and then we wondered down Broadway (I WALKED PASSED TRINITY CHURCH!!!! BTW Trinity Church was where they found the treasure in National Treasure) and went to Ground Zero and saw the memorial that had been put up (that was impacting, you'll see pictures of them below) and then we went to Chinatown and then headed back towards the car and met more friends at the Body Museum. Sounds like a short time but we really spent 3 or 4 hours just roaming around...It was awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Here are some pics I know you'll love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RZ6ikgqrlAI/AAAAAAAAAHI/CrzcabaJA64/s1600-h/IMG_2403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016625783065252866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RZ6ikgqrlAI/AAAAAAAAAHI/CrzcabaJA64/s400/IMG_2403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;What a sky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016641399566341250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RZ6wxgqrlII/AAAAAAAAAIw/gpcJk8r9Nfg/s400/IMG_2380.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Having fun with mirrors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016638405974135858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RZ6uDQqrlDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/AFcAjAQaX3E/s400/IMG_2377.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;That's a better one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016638985794720834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RZ6ulAqrlEI/AAAAAAAAAHo/a9gmCj8TYlk/s400/IMG_2389.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I took this one and think it looks so cool with the American flag and then the building in the background&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016639539845502034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RZ6vFQqrlFI/AAAAAAAAAHw/VJi3VUP8i08/s400/IMG_2394.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;George staring into the distance at the NYSE (New York Stock Exchange)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016640549162816610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RZ6wAAqrlGI/AAAAAAAAAH4/s5dEwrN7fjY/s400/IMG_2411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;TRINITY CHURCH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016642039516468370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RZ6xWwqrlJI/AAAAAAAAAI4/4fnqyNDn1eI/s400/IMG_2414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016961963040413090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RZ_UUwqrlaI/AAAAAAAAAMM/nUdVM7_84ko/s400/mystery-man.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I love this photo! I took this one through a fence in front of some church cemetery. In the top picture, as you can see, Dad is in it, but thanks to Ryan he took Dad out of the pic below and I think with just one person it makes everything look more mysterious. I like to call it, "The Mystery Man" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016642997294175394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RZ6yOgqrlKI/AAAAAAAAAJA/zzw4d7_nxv0/s400/IMG_2419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ground Zero...&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016643207747572914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RZ6yawqrlLI/AAAAAAAAAJI/AQ15puqizQQ/s400/IMG_2421.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;This is one of the many pictures that they had up in memory of 9/11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016644178410181826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RZ6zTQqrlMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Zs16tiqrHeM/s400/IMG_2424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;This flute player was apparently there when it happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016644633676715218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RZ6ztwqrlNI/AAAAAAAAAJs/u6H1qfK2RXE/s400/IMG_2429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;TIM'S LEVITATING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016644938619393250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RZ6z_gqrlOI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/39csN_5AY08/s400/IMG_2431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT MOM TOO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016646575001933074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RZ61ewqrlRI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Qr-6sB75pbg/s400/IMG_2442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hahaha (Above and Below)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016647000203695410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RZ613gqrlTI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7iLfKlEPMd4/s400/IMG_2443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016647382455784770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RZ62NwqrlUI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ie4z7gIojkc/s400/IMG_2457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So much for "Raining Cats and Dogs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought this was a really cool pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016648121190159698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RZ624wqrlVI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ItGoCP5Wg3Q/s400/IMG_2476.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RZ6ikgqrlAI/AAAAAAAAAHI/CrzcabaJA64/s1600-h/IMG_2403.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Time for a ladder, I love the sky in this pic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016650290148644210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RZ643AqrlXI/AAAAAAAAALk/DMS9tt1eli0/s400/IMG_2465.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The Never Ending Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016653605863396738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RZ674AqrlYI/AAAAAAAAALs/TFdTMiLzlpU/s400/IMG_2479.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Almost dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016654104079603090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RZ68VAqrlZI/AAAAAAAAAL0/C8A4ZqWO2Mk/s400/IMG_2480.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought it would be nice to end on this one. I caught a glimpse of the Empire State Building!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Even though it was busy and crowded, I loved it and am definitely going back there again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33601660-2997450730908160193?l=kerrboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2997450730908160193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33601660&amp;postID=2997450730908160193&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/2997450730908160193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/2997450730908160193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-trip-to-nyc-im-not-going-to-kill.html' title=''/><author><name>$@M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292871542935098765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.ncgraphicarts.com/sam/sam6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RZ6ikgqrlAI/AAAAAAAAAHI/CrzcabaJA64/s72-c/IMG_2403.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33601660.post-4749575515556771226</id><published>2007-01-02T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:44:13.666-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I was just looking at my blog and wondering what was missing or what else I could write about, and then the thought came to my mind of Christmas! I had such a fun time, why not write about it. Don't worry it's just gonna be a little walk through my Christmas...so it'll be shorter than my Cape Cod story, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Life of a Chimney in Winter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here I am, up in the sky huffing and puffing&lt;br /&gt;To keep my house dry.&lt;br /&gt;It is winter now and all I can see&lt;br /&gt;Is a layer of white all around me.&lt;br /&gt;Children are romping outside in the snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Sliping&lt;/span&gt; and sliding oh look how they go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Christmas at my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Grandparents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Ho Ho Ho, Merry Christmas!" greeted Grandpa, who was wearing a red and white Santa hat. I laughed and made sure to comment on his awesome hat. I reached into the back of the car and began pulling out gifts, which were for our cousins and of course, our grandparents too. I added one after another onto my arms and stacked them like I would stack wood and then headed for the house. After bringing all the gifts in from the car, I said hello to everyone and passed hugs all around. I was extremely excited to see my Aunt Nancy, Uncle Henry and cousin, Ben Utter, who I rarely get to see. Most of you probably know a little bit about them just because of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Cragged&lt;/span&gt; Mt Farm. In case you don't or just forget, they own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Cragged&lt;/span&gt; and are the ones who are kind enough to let us go up there and have fun with the church group. Our other cousins weren't there yet but I was also excited to see them too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We walked into the playroom and flicked on the T.V. An NBA basketball game was on so we watched that for a little while and then Ben and I made a bet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Miami Heat were playing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Los&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Angeles&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Lakers&lt;/span&gt; and then Ben suddenly announced that Jason &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Kapono&lt;/span&gt; (who used to be on the college team UCLA) was on the Miami Heat and was one of the new leaders on the team. On the other hand I was quite sure (even though I had never heard or seen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Kapono&lt;/span&gt;) that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Kapono&lt;/span&gt; was on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Lakers&lt;/span&gt;. So we made a bet and a little bit of gambling broke out. I had brought my battery eating, little Canon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Powershot&lt;/span&gt; along and just in case I ran out, I had brought 4 extra batteries which laid in my pocket. So I decided to give Ben my 4 extra batteries if he won the bet and he would give me 5 dollars if I won. Sounded like a good deal to me so we watched closely and listened to see if the commentators would use the mystery players name. A commercial break came and during it Ben and I went back and forth saying things like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"You're going down big boy," or "You might as well give me those 5 dollars now." Before the break ended my other cousins came walking in and after the hugs, of course, we announced to them what was going on and who we thought was going to win. After literally 15 minutes the moment came. Suddenly the room light up with roars saying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sam, you got owned!", "Sam lost!" or "Ben wins, Ben wins!" My heart sank like an anchor, I had lost. But I suddenly remembered that the person I thought was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Kapono&lt;/span&gt; (who was actually a guy called Jordan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Farmar&lt;/span&gt;) had also used to play on UCLA! Everyone somewhat eased up on me since they found out that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Farmar&lt;/span&gt; had also played on UCLA but still I had lost the bet but Ben being the 25 year old that he is was kind enough to let the bet go and NOT take my 4 batteries. What a nice guy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. After the bet all the kids headed outside to the front yard to play some football. That was a fun time! Probably my favorite football game of all time and one of the reasons why is because we were delivered food while playing! My Uncle Henry is an amazing cook! So while we were playing out came Uncle Henry with a platter of the most delicious chicken I have ever tasted! It seemed as if it melted in my mouth. My team won and I felt as if I had somewhat redeemed myself, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; just kidding. While we were outside playing football the parents and grandparents were inside opening their gifts before ours because every year it is crazy trying to open all the gifts at once! So by the time we finished the game and walked back inside, they were almost done with their gifts, so in the meantime we just sat around and talked while watching a football game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Supper was soon announced and everyone gathered into Grandma's beautifully decorated eating room. After a prayer, the ladies grabbed plates and started the line around the large eating room table. My plate was piled high with tasty delicacies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; It was so long ago that I forget all the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;delicious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; meals, unfortunately, so you ladies won't be getting any recipes, sorry, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I found a comfortable spot in the T.V room where all the kids were and just had a good time talking, joking, watching some football, and most of all, eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some pics of my awesome Christmas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018906466087931778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Raa81vAVD4I/AAAAAAAAANI/eYJCaWgOCxg/s400/IMG_2206.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Uncle Henry posses for a pic over his AMAZING deserts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018906728080936850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Raa9E_AVD5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/v3v9cNcXrYM/s400/IMG_2209.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Randy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt; Man &amp; me...funny pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018901183278157634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Raa4CPAVD0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/QMfgmN0sqxc/s400/IMG_2210.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;, Me and Ben joking around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018902982869454674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Raa5q_AVD1I/AAAAAAAAAMw/clJEG0ZWmaI/s400/IMG_2168.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Me, Grandpa, and Charlie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018903541215203170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Raa6LfAVD2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/9rSsvhv-_Jg/s400/IMG_2214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Another great pic with Ben, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Gramps&lt;/span&gt;, and Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018904730921144178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Raa7QvAVD3I/AAAAAAAAANA/dIytn-VQ214/s400/IMG_2203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mom &amp; Grandma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018907509764984738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Raa9yfAVD6I/AAAAAAAAANY/SOVW3x3K178/s400/IMG_2200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Chelly&lt;/span&gt; Bell (Chelsea) &amp; Tim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018908119650340786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Raa-V_AVD7I/AAAAAAAAANg/x67rpb2OExw/s400/IMG_2171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Randy &amp; Stevie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018908544852103106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Raa-uvAVD8I/AAAAAAAAANo/w-SDNtdPpjE/s400/IMG_2181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Uncle Bill doing his classic laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018909120377720786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Raa_QPAVD9I/AAAAAAAAANw/mw-XNkFtyTA/s400/IMG_2182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Aunt Nancy &amp; Aunt Kerry (You can tell Nancy is Mom's sister. Nancy looks just like Mom doesn't she?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018910795414966242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RabAxvAVD-I/AAAAAAAAAOo/dP2aM3lT0ao/s400/IMG_2180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Couldn't leave Tim out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018912118264893426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RabB-vAVD_I/AAAAAAAAAOw/9mKJmtN301I/s400/IMG_2216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Say "cheese"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018914428957298706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RabEFPAVEBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/mvQg4wkoDsI/s400/IMG_2218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ben took this one. Great shot of the entire family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sorry I kinda cut the story short but basically the rest of the night was a ball. I LOVE MY COUSINS, AUNTS, UNCLES, GRANDPARENTS, BRO'S AND PARENTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33601660-4749575515556771226?l=kerrboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4749575515556771226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33601660&amp;postID=4749575515556771226&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/4749575515556771226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/4749575515556771226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-was-just-looking-at-my-blog-and.html' title=''/><author><name>$@M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292871542935098765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.ncgraphicarts.com/sam/sam6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/Raa81vAVD4I/AAAAAAAAANI/eYJCaWgOCxg/s72-c/IMG_2206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33601660.post-7184539978587887110</id><published>2007-01-02T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:44:14.066-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IS THAT MY BROTHER?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;IS THAT MY BROTHER?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, on one lonely, December night, my brother, Charlie, at the age of two, jumped out of his cradle, grabbed some of his belongings, and then vanished. He’s been missing for fourteen years now and still no one knows where he went. Some say he couldn't have survived the harsh winter, but deep down inside I knew he was still out there...somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Mom, can I check the channels?” I asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Sure, but make it quick.”&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed the clicker and pressed &lt;strong&gt;Power&lt;/strong&gt;. I raddled of the numbers as they went by.&lt;br /&gt;“Two, three, four, five, six, seven…” I stopped on seven and listened.&lt;br /&gt;“Hi, I’m Josh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Dollen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on ABC News and I just got word that a near catastrophe happened on Route 6 in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Newtown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Connecticut.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My heart skipped a beat; our house was just off Route 6.&lt;br /&gt;“The person to blame is a bizarre looking young boy who ran out of the woods and was nearly hit while crossing the road! He was hunched over like an ape and covered in mud from head to toe; all he wore was an old pair of jeans and brown sneakers. But after crossing he made his way into someone’s front yard where he posed for pictures before scurrying into the underbrush. We got an interview with the man who was lucky enough to get the photos. He said he believed it was the legendary ape man who had been sighted twice in the mid nineties and now in 2007 has resurfaced.”&lt;br /&gt;By now the entire family was in front of the T.V, and listening carefully. The newscaster continued, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Here are the photos of the ape-like creature.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015448195415531298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RZpzj40d3yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Fa9Cx05hgNo/s400/IM001075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015449144603303730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RZp0bI0d3zI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dweELKwznhk/s400/IM001076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015449664294346562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RZp05Y0d30I/AAAAAAAAAGc/n6jYlfS4H6I/s400/IM001077.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the odd looking creature with a mixture of fear and excitement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;“And that will be all for tonight, this was ABC News with Josh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Dollen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, thanks for watching.”&lt;br /&gt;As I turned off the TV I turned to Tim and asked,&lt;br /&gt;“WAS THAT OUR BROTHER?!?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had a good long laugh after writing this. If you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’t know, my real brother’s name is Charlie, and one day he decided to jump into a mud puddle (as you can see above). This was one big joke on Charlie. The story was “made up”, so don't worry about seeing him in your backyard anytime soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33601660-7184539978587887110?l=kerrboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7184539978587887110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33601660&amp;postID=7184539978587887110&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/7184539978587887110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/7184539978587887110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/2007/01/is-that-my-brother-well-one-night-my.html' title=''/><author><name>$@M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292871542935098765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.ncgraphicarts.com/sam/sam6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RZpzj40d3yI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Fa9Cx05hgNo/s72-c/IM001075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33601660.post-5704710610340792904</id><published>2006-12-24T15:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T15:10:56.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiger Woods and his Crazy Shot</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=8444720766392540974&amp;hl=en" flashvars=""&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;This is a video of Tiger Woods in the Masters on the 16th hole for a birdie and to take the lead. It is a real shot that actually happened, I saw it live on T.V!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33601660-5704710610340792904?l=kerrboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5704710610340792904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33601660&amp;postID=5704710610340792904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/5704710610340792904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/5704710610340792904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/2006/12/tiger-woods-and-his-crazy-shot.html' title='Tiger Woods and his Crazy Shot'/><author><name>$@M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292871542935098765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.ncgraphicarts.com/sam/sam6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33601660.post-4952548054899025192</id><published>2006-12-24T12:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T12:43:59.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball: At the Buzzard Full Court Amazing Basketball Shot</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=6933925106184821560&amp;hl=en" flashvars=""&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Basketball Shot of the year! A kid throws a shot at the buzzard from full court and makes it. Amazing!!!        &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33601660-4952548054899025192?l=kerrboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4952548054899025192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33601660&amp;postID=4952548054899025192&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/4952548054899025192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/4952548054899025192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/2006/12/basketball-at-buzzard-full-court.html' title='Basketball: At the Buzzard Full Court Amazing Basketball Shot'/><author><name>$@M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292871542935098765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.ncgraphicarts.com/sam/sam6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33601660.post-2418195510135159255</id><published>2006-12-24T11:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T11:04:07.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acrobatic Basketball Stunts</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=7877199935275122199&amp;hl=en" flashvars=""&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;This video shows some AMAZING baskets from some trained acrobats. Great amazing basketball tricks. INSANE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33601660-2418195510135159255?l=kerrboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2418195510135159255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33601660&amp;postID=2418195510135159255&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/2418195510135159255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/2418195510135159255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/2006/12/acrobatic-basketball-stunts.html' title='Acrobatic Basketball Stunts'/><author><name>$@M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292871542935098765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.ncgraphicarts.com/sam/sam6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33601660.post-7748202798192505747</id><published>2006-12-19T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:44:14.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;VISCOUS!! RABID!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I was looking through our pictures today and I saw two that I can't believe got left out of my previous Cragged post...Here they are. Sorry, I didn't realize they were so far away but I think you can still see them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Meesha enjoying a pet by Noah and Charlie and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;THEN SUDDENLY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010234074383483218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RYftWGUvgVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/V_hJLHwQwKY/s400/DSCN1212.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;SHE TURNS RABID!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010231342784282930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RYfq3GUvgTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/dXklWZaNQ2k/s400/DSCN1213.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Meesha is yawning not gnawing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;It makes her look like she's eating Noah's arm off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I just had to add those two little pics cause I thought they were so funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33601660-7748202798192505747?l=kerrboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7748202798192505747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33601660&amp;postID=7748202798192505747&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/7748202798192505747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/7748202798192505747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/2006/12/viscous-rabid-i-was-looking-through-our.html' title=''/><author><name>$@M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292871542935098765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.ncgraphicarts.com/sam/sam6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RYftWGUvgVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/V_hJLHwQwKY/s72-c/DSCN1212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33601660.post-2759193722611751976</id><published>2006-12-13T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:44:18.256-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Trip To Mohonk Mountain House'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Our Trip To &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Mohonk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Mountain House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the many pictures we have of this amazing place out in the middle of no where in New York. The pictures are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sporadic&lt;/span&gt; because when I inserted them I thought I could cut and paste but I can't...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;UGH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Living Dangerously&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is one of the many little resting places along the trails and hikes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RYBtxYq957I/AAAAAAAAAEM/S1_g4OaF__Q/s1600-h/IMG_1145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008123480839677874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RYBtxYq957I/AAAAAAAAAEM/S1_g4OaF__Q/s400/IMG_1145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture is of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;crevice&lt;/span&gt; you can climb on one of the trails...it is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RYBtnoq956I/AAAAAAAAAEE/5NctadFZ2FM/s1600-h/IMG_1090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008123313335953314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RYBtnoq956I/AAAAAAAAAEE/5NctadFZ2FM/s400/IMG_1090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the view you get once you reach the top of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;crevice. You can see 3 or 4 states from there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RYBs_Iq955I/AAAAAAAAAD8/ZIlt8tLDYxU/s1600-h/IMG_1112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008122617551251346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RYBs_Iq955I/AAAAAAAAAD8/ZIlt8tLDYxU/s400/IMG_1112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture I snapped when I was half way up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;crevice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RYBs1Iq954I/AAAAAAAAAD0/_mSVJ0aCqPE/s1600-h/IMG_1099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008122445752559490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RYBs1Iq954I/AAAAAAAAAD0/_mSVJ0aCqPE/s400/IMG_1099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one is of the amazing view from the top of the mountain. You get a clear view of the main Mountain House...AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RYBsr4q953I/AAAAAAAAADs/hd6s0_DNGKw/s1600-h/IMG_1161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008122286838769522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RYBsr4q953I/AAAAAAAAADs/hd6s0_DNGKw/s400/IMG_1161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The garden is awesome and huge! That it's a pic of their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Mohonk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mountain&lt;/span&gt; House symbol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RYBskIq952I/AAAAAAAAADk/KmzSZ-_htRQ/s1600-h/IMG_1170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008122153694783330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RYBskIq952I/AAAAAAAAADk/KmzSZ-_htRQ/s400/IMG_1170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Garden of Adam and Eve...literally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RYBsaYq951I/AAAAAAAAADc/2hEm0VgXKyg/s1600-h/IMG_1169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008121986191058770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RYBsaYq951I/AAAAAAAAADc/2hEm0VgXKyg/s400/IMG_1169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just down right awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RYBsRYq950I/AAAAAAAAADU/D-0r3ZJyy48/s1600-h/IMG_1171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008121831572236098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RYBsRYq950I/AAAAAAAAADU/D-0r3ZJyy48/s400/IMG_1171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the tower that waits for you at the top of the mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RYBsIYq95zI/AAAAAAAAADM/3d6osuwYyn4/s1600-h/IMG_1146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008121676953413426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RYBsIYq95zI/AAAAAAAAADM/3d6osuwYyn4/s400/IMG_1146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From below at the Mountain House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RYBr_oq95yI/AAAAAAAAADE/1HNiS_Go-OM/s1600-h/IMG_0954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008121526629558050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RYBr_oq95yI/AAAAAAAAADE/1HNiS_Go-OM/s400/IMG_0954.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another one of the resting spots but this one is right next to a 15 yard drop off into a lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RYBr0Yq95xI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Go-GZpsLRGE/s1600-h/IMG_0959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008121333356029714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RYBr0Yq95xI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Go-GZpsLRGE/s400/IMG_0959.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Mountain House close up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RYBrkYq95wI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sWeyKaVzOhU/s1600-h/IMG_0932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008121058478122754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RYBrkYq95wI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sWeyKaVzOhU/s400/IMG_0932.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cool shot I got off while climbing the Rock Scrambles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RYBrdIq95vI/AAAAAAAAACs/sVZarvpcDyg/s1600-h/IMG_1027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008120933924071154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RYBrdIq95vI/AAAAAAAAACs/sVZarvpcDyg/s400/IMG_1027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look out below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RYBrT4q95uI/AAAAAAAAACk/rgen_9sE9mw/s1600-h/IMG_1071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008120775010281186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RYBrT4q95uI/AAAAAAAAACk/rgen_9sE9mw/s400/IMG_1071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cool little ladders that get you over small &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;crevices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RYBrGYq95tI/AAAAAAAAACc/JUpYqQhe3WE/s1600-h/IMG_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008120543082047186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RYBrGYq95tI/AAAAAAAAACc/JUpYqQhe3WE/s400/IMG_1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Awesome shot of Charlie climbing one of the ladders with the sun in the background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RYBq7oq95sI/AAAAAAAAACU/i_PLKcAFBxM/s1600-h/IMG_1022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008120358398453442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RYBq7oq95sI/AAAAAAAAACU/i_PLKcAFBxM/s400/IMG_1022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SUPERMAN RETURNS!!! Charlie is a nut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RYBqmoq95rI/AAAAAAAAACM/SRfOhqUMu6A/s1600-h/IMG_1008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008119997621200562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RYBqmoq95rI/AAAAAAAAACM/SRfOhqUMu6A/s400/IMG_1008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; View across the lake &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RYBqRIq95qI/AAAAAAAAACE/KXmW9dekL6s/s1600-h/IMG_0990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008119628254013090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RYBqRIq95qI/AAAAAAAAACE/KXmW9dekL6s/s400/IMG_0990.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those are some of the cool pictures I thought you guys would like to see. I totally advise you to go there!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33601660-2759193722611751976?l=kerrboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2759193722611751976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33601660&amp;postID=2759193722611751976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/2759193722611751976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/2759193722611751976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/2006/12/our-trip-to-mohonk-mountain-house-these.html' title=''/><author><name>$@M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292871542935098765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.ncgraphicarts.com/sam/sam6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RYBtxYq957I/AAAAAAAAAEM/S1_g4OaF__Q/s72-c/IMG_1145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33601660.post-1168399048203908900</id><published>2006-12-08T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:44:19.245-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Away in a Manger&quot; Remix'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;"AWAY IN A MANGER"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;~REMIX by &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;DJ&lt;/span&gt; $ammy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Away in a manger no crib for a bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;The little MeMe Rider lay down her sweet head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;The stars and the sky looked down where she lay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;The little wolf doggy asleep on the hay..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006349611725250450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RXogcnRMX5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3g93vqSRYro/s400/IMG_1929.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Meesha sleeping in our flower pot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006348525098524530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RXofdXRMX3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/dAuVe49W_bA/s400/IMG_1919.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006349233768128386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RXogGnRMX4I/AAAAAAAAAAc/3M2mA0oMHBg/s400/IMG_1920.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006350762776485794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RXohfnRMX6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/Zly_QEuK9Bo/s400/IMG_1923.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MEESHA IS CRAZY!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;By the way, Meesha's nichname is MeMe Rider...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33601660-1168399048203908900?l=kerrboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1168399048203908900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33601660&amp;postID=1168399048203908900&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/1168399048203908900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/1168399048203908900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/2006/12/away-in-manger-remix-by-dj-ammy-away-in.html' title=''/><author><name>$@M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292871542935098765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.ncgraphicarts.com/sam/sam6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwEBW6PW7kw/RXogcnRMX5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3g93vqSRYro/s72-c/IMG_1929.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33601660.post-7617976846709262009</id><published>2006-12-06T14:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T14:41:16.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;CHECK THIS OUT!!! THEY'RE LIKE MONKEYS!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I didn't make this video)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Turn off the volume if you don't want to here the music)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="http://talentshow.yahoo.com/#v=" contenteditable="false" href="http://talentshow.yahoo.com/#v=104778" unselectable="on"&gt;http://talentshow.yahoo.com/#v=104778&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33601660-7617976846709262009?l=kerrboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7617976846709262009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33601660&amp;postID=7617976846709262009&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/7617976846709262009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/7617976846709262009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/2006/12/check-this-out-theyre-like-monkeys-i_06.html' title=''/><author><name>$@M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292871542935098765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.ncgraphicarts.com/sam/sam6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33601660.post-4639501954795322513</id><published>2006-11-14T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:02:19.467-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tim&apos;s Art'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tim's Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tim has a great talent that I wish I had...art. Here are some of his drawings/paintings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6268/4101/400/DSCN0109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;This one is of some famous golf hole. It's his first drawing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6268/4101/400/DSCN1739.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sorry for the glare, this definitely isn't the greatest picture of it, but I couldn't find any other pictures of it! This is his second drawing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6268/4101/400/DSCN1736.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This one is of Tiger Woods lining up a putt. It's his latest one. He painted the background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Not bad huh? I think they are awesome! But leave a comment and let me know if you like them too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33601660-4639501954795322513?l=kerrboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4639501954795322513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33601660&amp;postID=4639501954795322513&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/4639501954795322513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/4639501954795322513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/2006/11/tims-art-tim-has-great-talent-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>$@M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292871542935098765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.ncgraphicarts.com/sam/sam6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33601660.post-7671727456966052988</id><published>2006-11-11T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T13:12:07.434-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Family and I'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Me and my Crazy Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I figured I haven't put any pictures of me and my family on this little blog of mine, so here are a couple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's a funny one of me (left) and Charlie's best friend, Collin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;The lighting isn't the greatest but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6268/4101/320/IMG_1185.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;All decked out for my Grandma and Grandpa's 50th Anniversary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6268/4101/320/DSCN0292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;This is my Mom's side of the family...love all of them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6268/4101/400/DSCN0373.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;The two Charlies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Charlie and our cousin Charlie Utter joking around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6268/4101/400/DSCN0324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tim and Charlie being weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Is Charlie's face priceless or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6268/4101/320/March%202006%20048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6268/4101/400/DSCN1051.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Us at Hammonasett State Park. Chilling at the beach, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I can't not put a couple pictures of my Uncle Bill on here as the grand finale. Drum roll please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Nice wig! Aunt Kerry is in the background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6268/4101/400/DSCN0301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6268/4101/400/DSCN0273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;This is him again in the same outfit. This was on my Grandparents' 50th Anniversary. He set up a game of Jeopardy! It was so funny. The catagories you could pick from were: Ancient History (about my grandparents' life), Groovy Grove (where my grandparents' summer home is), You Do the Math (important years when things happened my grandparents' life), and then Location, Location, Location (where something important happened during my grandparents' marriage).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Those are some pictures of my awesome family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33601660-7671727456966052988?l=kerrboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7671727456966052988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33601660&amp;postID=7671727456966052988&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/7671727456966052988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/7671727456966052988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/2006/11/me-and-crazy-family-i-figured-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>$@M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292871542935098765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.ncgraphicarts.com/sam/sam6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33601660.post-115748860203053405</id><published>2006-09-05T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T08:47:38.895-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trip to Cape Cod'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Trip to Cape Cod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mom came walking up to me at supper time and said she had a surprise for us boys. Well she exclaimed that we (Tim, Charlie, and I) were going to Cape Cod with our Uncle Bill and his family to stay at their summer house for 4 days. They are all Christians. I knew we were going to have a blast! I was so excited I couldn't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;*The Beginning of an Adventure*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;We drove over to my uncle's house at about 9:00 pm. The rest of their family was already up at the Cape, so we were the last brigade. I went with Uncle Bill and Stevie in their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;VW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bus (it is really old) and Tim and Charlie drove up in our Honda Civic. The adventure begins! We took the lead and Tim and Charlie tagged along behind us. Charlie stayed with Tim to keep him awake, it's like a 6 hour long drive. Before we hopped on the highway we got some gas and grabbed a couple of Coffee Collates at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dunkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' Donuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;WARNING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;IF YOU HAVE A BLADDER PROBLEM OR SOME OTHER DISABILITY LIKE THAT, YOU SHOULD NOT TAKE A RIDE WITH MY UNCLE! BUT IF YOU WANT TO GET YOUR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ABDOMINALS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; GOOD AND STRONG...GO RIGHT AHEAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;y uncle is the kind of guy that should have his own comedy show on T.V. He can't stop cracking jokes! He is so enjoyable to be around. It was about 10:00pm, so I decided to try to take a nap, I COULDN'T! I just kept laughing at him! Stevie is a little more subdued, but he still has his Dad's genes.&lt;br /&gt;When we stopped for a bathroom brake, Stevie and I couldn't stop laughing at Uncle Bill, because he kept playing the same song over and over. We would recite the lines jokingly and then all laugh at them.&lt;br /&gt;I somehow fell asleep, and it supposedly, was a long time before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I was awakened by the voices of Stevie and my Uncle saying things like,&lt;br /&gt;Stevie: "Let's get off the next exit."&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Bill: "Yeah, there's smoke coming out of our m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;uffler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Stevie: "I wonder what the problem is?"&lt;br /&gt;I sat up and said something like, "What's going on?" Stevie told me I had missed an e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;xciting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; time. They explained to me what was happening as Billy took a right off the highway and pulled into some sort of rest stop. Uncle Bill turned the car off and hopped out to inspect the injury.&lt;br /&gt;My Uncle collects old cars and then gives them a makeover. So we were with the right guy. Tim pulled up next to us and said that there was a cloud of smoke coming out the muffler. "We know," was our response. Stevie decided to go long boarding while his Dad fixed the car. While Stevie amused himself, Uncle Bill was busy looking at the engine. Oh, by the way, on the back of the car, there are two &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;bumper stickers, one says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yup, its got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hemi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, and the other, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Honk if anything falls off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Weet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Woow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (a nickname for Uncle Bill) exclaimed that he thought he had solved the problem, we all came over and got back in. He turned the key and...nothing happened. "Time for a push," said Uncle Bill. We got out again and went to the back of the car. We put all our weight against the car and pushed. We got her rolling, by the time she had gone about 30 feet...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;FFFrrruummm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! She kicked in! We jumped back into the bus and speed off. Uncle Bill told us,"If we stop, we'll stall, so basically, WE CAN'T STOP!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;We maneuvered out of the rest stop and then said a prayer for the car. When we got on the exit ramp (it was like a 15 mile an hour zone), an old, slow car, chugged in front of us at about 15mph, and here we come from behind going about 25mph! We all were screaming, "Go! Go! Go! Come on speed up!" Our car was lurching like crazy! It kept cutting out then starting up again. We managed to get on the highway without stalling, but the game wasn't over. Stevie suddenly said, "The bridge! If we stall on that, we won't be able to pull over to the side since there is a 5 foot high cement wall right against both lanes!" There was a bridge ahead that was probably 800 yards long! So if we stalled...CERTAIN DOOM! There was no turning back! We were going about 60mph as we hit the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;"Please Lord, let us get over this bridge," we begged. This was the moment of truth! It continued to sputter, but at least we weren't stalling. 600 yards left! Sputter, sputter. 400 yards left! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ffrrrumm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ffrrumm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"Come on, come on," I said excitedly. 200 yards left, almost there! Uncle Bill started to encourage her on.&lt;br /&gt;"Come on baby you can do it!" 150, 125, 100! I pressed my fists against my face in nervousness. I was relieved to see that the last hundred yards were fine. We made it! Yes! We all celebrated and gave each other high fives. The cement wall disappeared and there was enough room to pull over on the side. We pressed on, lurches and all. The bus slowly got worse as we neared the Cape. A couple more stutters and a few more lurches.&lt;br /&gt;At 1:00 am., when we were about half an hour away from the house, we hopped off the highway and got on the main road that led us straight to town. Normally when you go through town there might be a couple stop signs or stop lights. So that means you have to obey the law and stop,right? No, of course not! You just go straight through them! Easy as that. Now obviously we would stop any other day, but this wasn't your average day. Since we couldn't stop the car without it stalling, we weren't going to stop for the signs or lights! I remember Uncle Bill asking Stevie,"Do I have clearance? Can I go through?" Stevie would reply with a yes and on we went. Another thing Uncle Bill would say is,&lt;br /&gt;"Sam, are there any Po-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;pos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (police)?" I answered with nope every time. The funniest thing about this whole episode, is that every time I looked back Tim was right behind us, cruising through every red light we went through, as if it was normal.&lt;br /&gt;We went through a few more intersections but then finally pulled into the driveway, at about 1:30 am., and as Uncle Bill put the car to a &lt;strong&gt;STOP&lt;/strong&gt; Tim rolled up behind us. We climbed out of the half dead bus and were greeted by the sweet smell of salt water. We gave each other high fives; we had made it to the Cape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I hauled my sleeping bag, pillows, and gym bag out of the Honda and headed for the house. Stevie lead the way. We walked silently through the hallway, and then climbed some stairs at the end of the hall. Stevie asked us if we wanted to sleep in the "Crows Nest" or in one of the normal bedrooms. We thought the crows nest sounded pretty cool, so we turned a corner and Stevie began to climb up one of the steepest staircases I've ever seen. Here's a picture of the Crown's Nest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/3692/1600/IMG_0502.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/3692/320/IMG_0502.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;The old wooden floor boards creaked as we made our way up. It was a rather small space, but it had 4 cots, 2 windows, and a skylight. Plenty enough for me. I sat down on my cot and sighed, it was almost 2:00,a.m I was tired, and so was everyone else. I set up my sleeping bag and crawled in, it wasn't long until I was sound asleep.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;*The First Day*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I woke up to the sound of noisy sea gulls and commotion downstairs. I got dressed and headed for the first floor. I saw Aunt Kerry out on the porch and sleepily walked over to give her a hug. We talked about the crazy ride up and how exciting it was. After that she told me that they had planned to go out on her Dad's boat and go to some island that had a really nice beach. Sounded cool to me. Next she informed me that the girls, my cousin Chelsea and her friend Leah (Leah is a Christian too), had walked into town and that they'd be back soon. My 13 year old cousin, Randy, came out of the house and after a hug asked me if I wanted to play Ping Pong. "Sure", I replied, so we made our way over to a little barn next to the parked cars. Inside the barn was a Ping Pong table, a couple chairs, and a coffee table. There were tons of things covering the walls, like surfboards, skateboards, roller blades, hockey sticks, golf clubs, and even a huge Shell gasoline station sign. Randy grabbed a ball and and we started playing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WARNING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;PING PONG IS A VERY ADDICTING GAME! IF YOU PLAY IT ONCE OR MORE YOU WILL RECEIVE THE "PING PONG VIRUS"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;THIS VIRUS CAN GLUE YOU TO THE TABLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;IF YOU DON'T WANT THE "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;PING PONG VIRUS", THEN DON'T PLAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Turns out, I got the virus, bad! I couldn't stop playing! It is the most addicting game I've ever played. As a matter a fact, we all got the virus! We lived in the barn and just played Ping Pong tournaments. Not to be prideful, but I must say that I got really good over the time up there! When the girls came back, Chelsea declared that she wanted to play me, so we each grabbed a paddle and started to play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Let me give you some background here. A month earlier we had gone over to their house to celebrate my Grandpa's birthday. While we were there, Chelsea and I played a game of Ping Pong in their basement. I was so bad I couldn't even hit the ball! I'd swing, and miss, she killed me in that game. But for some odd reason I was playing like a pro up at the Cape. So Chelsea started playing me, she was playing easy to see if I could even return her shots. Once she saw that I could return them, she started playing tougher. All the guys were watching, they couldn't believe it, I was "schooling" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Chelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Bell (nickname for Chelsea)! The whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Stratton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; family is good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;at Ping Pong, especially Randy and Stevie, and the weird thing was, I was beating them! It was really queer.&lt;br /&gt;"We are ready to go to take the first clan to the beach guys, so whoever wants to go first, put the game on hold and go get your swimming clothes on," said Uncle Bill as he walked into the barn. We scrambled upstairs and got ready. Since we couldn't fit everyone on the boat at once we had to separate it into two trips. The first people to go to the beach were: Charlie, Chelsea, Leah, Randy, Jamie and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mr. Dell (my Aunt's Dad) steered the boat like an expert as we sped across the water. In about 30 minutes, we were pulling up next to the island. We jumped out, once it was shallow enough, and pulled the boat towards the shore. Mr. Dell handed us all the stuff we had brought, like: lawn chairs, towels, shoes, beach bags, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;boogyboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and lots of other stuff. We thanked Mr. Dell and waved goodbye as he turned the boat away from the beach and headed back to pick up the rest of the clan. We immediately started exploring. We found 20 foot tall dunes that you could run and jump off of. I know it sounds dangerous, but it really wasn't, because you would land on the down slope in light sand. So if your thinking we were jumping off 20 foot high dunes and landing on flat hard ground, your wrong, but we did get a little crazy later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;An hour later the second raid came, Steve, Tim, Uncle Bill, Aunt Kerry, and Mr. Dell. We headed back over to the dunes with Stevie and Tim, we brought the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;boogyboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; along. Stevie, being the dare devil that he is, said he was going to attempt going down the slope on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;boogyboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WARNING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;BOOGYBOARDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ARE NOT MEANT TO BE RIDDEN DOWN SAND DUNES! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;THE BOARD WILL STOP AND YOU WILL GO FLYING FORWARDS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;He grabbed the board and ran up to the top of the sand hill, and hopped on."Here I go!" he yelled. He shuffled over to the edge and, just as expected, fell. He made all of us want to do it. Charlie tried many times but only fell flat on his face. I decided to give it a shot. We were trying to slide down on our stomachs this time, so I got a running start and jumped. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;AHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! The board stopped and I kept going! My legs went passed my head! I felt a twang in my back and just laid there yelling in pain. All the guys came over and asked me if I was OK. It was really painful, but then after I sat up, I felt perfectly fine! It was the weirdest thing ever! I thanked God for keeping me safe. I had learned my lesson, and didn't try it again (I'm such a wimp). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;We headed back to the area where everyone else was and had lunch. Hot dogs were passed around and we were offered soda, chips, and most of all cherries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Stevie and Charlie started pegging me with the pits as I was laying on the beach! It was a mine field. It wasn't long before &lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;the cherries were gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;After lunch we went swimming off the boat. There was a 3 foot high railing that you had to jump over in order to land in the water, this railing limited us to only simple jumps (thank goodness). Although Stevie did jump off once and came up saying he had gotten poked in the rear by a sharp rock. After hearing that we decided to call it quits. The first barrage left and returned in a hour or so, but in the mean time Jamie and I were making a Sand Castle, or more like a Sand Pit. We grabbed a couple leafs and acted as if they were castles, then we would dig under them and see how long they would last before crumbling. Sounds lame but it actually was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;*Noon*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Aunt Kerry announced that she had reserved a couple tennis courts at the little tennis club down by the beach (this was a different beach, this one was like right next to the house). We grabbed some white tennis wear and rackets, and headed for the courts. The courts were packed but it was OK. I played Randy for a little bit but then we decided to play King of the Hill with everyone. Basically, you play till you lose, then the person who beats you gets to be the King. Pretty self explanatory. We were all rather rusty. Leah was having a hard time, just a little. I started joking around with her and told her things like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;"You should start teaching Andy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Rodick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (a very famous tennis player) how to play."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;"You'll be a pro in no time." She couldn't stop laughing. After realizing we weren't getting any better, we headed back for the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;When we got back we played football in the yard and Ping Pong tournaments and walked to the park to play "Manhunt" but by the time we got there we decided we weren't going to play, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. On the way back me, Leah and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Chelly&lt;/span&gt; Bell went down a short road that lead us to (what Chelsea thought was) a private beach. Since we weren't sure we decided to stay quiet. We weren't quiet for long. For some reason Chelsea and Leah wanted to swim really bad, and yet it was midnight or later already. I didn't want to swim at all, and besides I wasn't in a swimsuit, instead I was in Khaki shorts! But then again, the girls weren't in bathing suits either, so I guess that just makes me a wimp :( . Anyway, the girls decided it was way too crazy to swim so instead they got on their knees and let the waves hit them. Leah, who was totally enjoying herself (why I don't know), pleaded for me to do it. I gave in and got on my knees. Oh, by the way, the girls had been getting these tiny waves that just got high enough to get their pants wet. Well, it was a different story when I did it. Right when I kneel down a huge wave came and absolutely drenched us! We all jumped up and looked at ourselves. The wave had been so big it crashed into my stomach! WE WERE SOKED! We ran back to the house to show the guys; they all lost it. We were a sad sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Next Day-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tim, Charlie, Jamie, and I scanned the crowded street. We were trying to find the girls and Stevie. They had walked into town before we had. We walked a block without seeing them but then we spotted them at Dunkin'. The girls were sucking down their Ice Lattes while Randy was ordering a Coffee Collata. We joined up with them and also grabbed Collates. We walked outside to the sidewalk and sat down on some steps. Suddenly it looked really familiar. Then it clicked! About eleven years ago I had sat in the very same spot! I remembered because we had our trip to the C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;ape on home video back at home.&lt;br /&gt;Dad and Mom had brought us up to the Cape a long time ago with Uncle Bill and his clan. On the home video it shows Uncle Bill pushing us through town in one of those little, red wagons, then we stopped at the Ice C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;ream Shop (they tore that down and put a Dunkin'). I laughed, remembering our faces after we had our ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;The only people that really wanted to shop were the girls. We tried to stay close so we wouldn't lose eachother again. We met up w &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;ith my uncle and aunt at a store and planned to head back to the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its time to show some pictures of my crazy cousins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/3692/1600/IMG_0541.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/3692/320/IMG_0541.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Far left, Chelsea. Left, Leah (not my cousin). Center, Stevie. Far right, Randy.&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I know, they're a very scary bunch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/3692/1600/IMG_0537.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a good pic of my Aunt...opps I mean Uncle!&lt;br /&gt;He is the funniest guy on earth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/3692/1600/IMG_0560.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/3692/320/IMG_0560.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You now know everyone in this picture except... Jamie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;(The one ontop of Randy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/3692/1600/IMG_0543.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/3692/320/IMG_0543.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ok, I think you now know what my cousins are like, WEIRD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;That afternoon Aunt Kerry told us that we were going out for dinner at Westward Ho golf course. We put on on some apropriate apparel and prepaired to stuff our stomachs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I sat down next to Randy and placed my napkin in my lap. It wasn't very busy, as a matter a fact, there were only four tables being used! So it was nice and quiet...until we walked in. A waitress guided us to a table in the far corner. Don't you wonder why she put us in a far corner? While we were scanning the menu, we chatted and shared stories. Kat, our waitress, came over and took our order. It took a long time for our meals to be prepared, but it was just fine because we were enjoying ourselfs throughly. When Kat returned with our drinks, Uncle Bill told her that she reminded him of Julia Roberts (a very famous actress), this comment led to the funniest line of the night. Somehow she started talking about how she and her boy friend were begining to look alike. Uncle Bill suddenly blurted out,&lt;br /&gt;"Well thats bad news for him!" He didn't try to say it like that, but he did. Trust me, my uncle would never make fun of someone like that. Kat looked at him with wide eyes and replied back jokingly,&lt;br /&gt;"Don't expect to get you're meal tonight." We all laughed. We didn't realize that everyone was looking over at us. We tried to quiet down but it was too hard. It was one of those moments when you had to be there for it to be funny.&lt;br /&gt;When the food arrived we couldn't believe how big the platters were! They must have been 2 feet wide and 2 feet long! I said kidingly to Kat,&lt;br /&gt;"Looks like you're feeding a pack of wolfs!" I was handed a plate with a huge slab of meat on it with onion rings on the side. We asked a blessing and then dug in. It was delicous! We were all very thankful for the meal. Aunt Kerry suggested that us kids should head down and explore the dock that was past the 18th green. We piled out of the restuarant and walk across the soft green grass to the dock. Tim, Charlie and Stevie had stayed behind looking at the golf green. After the girls had a photo shoot on the dock we walked back towards the 18th. Little did we know that the guys were right around the corner waiting to scare us. Leah was the closest to their hiding spot so she was their target. BOOOOOO!! That noise was followed with a scream. I didn't jump at all, honestly, but Leah was so scared she sprited 10 yards to the opposite side of the trail. We all cracked up. Seeing that it was getting darker by the second, we decided to go back to the car and head for the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;When we got back we got back we (once again) played a huge Ping Pong tournament (very unusual), and then after we watched a movie we decided to go down to the beach (oh by the way, its 1:00am right now). We strolled down the sidewalk for about a 1/4 mile until we reached a light house, its beem of light streaked across the beach, it served as a good flashlight. We crossed the road and walked down a stairway that led down to the beach. Once we reached the shore we started writing things in the sand, such as: &lt;em&gt;"I LOVE MY COUSINS"&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;"SAM KERR WAS HERE!". &lt;/em&gt;I know, I'm such a vandal, ha. After we litered the shore with sayings like those I just listed, we had a contest to see who could dig the deepest hole in the sand. We dug holes so deep that the sand was up to our shoulders! Thats pretty deep when you think about it! By the time my hole was done (in other words, it was so deep I couldn't keep digging), I dared Leah to put her foot in it, and then, after we burried it, see if she could get back out. Being the &lt;em&gt;fearless&lt;/em&gt; girl that she was, she stuck her foot in and just as I was about to slip the sand back into the hole I heared the weirdest noise ever off in the distance. RARHOOORARWHHOOORARARHOOO!The creepy sound sent a chill up my spine. What was that noise? I turned to the guys and said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Sounds like a bunch of kids are heading this way." I shook it off and pushed the sand back into the hole. RARHOOOOOOOOO! I whirled around and starred off into the darkness, it was same noise, but much, much closer. We all were thinking the same thing...&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COYOTES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I jumped up and sprinted for the stairs! Luckily for Leah I hadn't totally buried her feet! If she had been fully buried, she probably would have been stuck there! They continued to howl. I must admit...it was pretty freaky when the coyotes howled. Once we all got up to the road I was totally fine, but man they scary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now you're probably wondering why coyotes were down on the beach. Well we aren't sure if the howling came from coyotes or foxes. There was a slight argument wheather they were foxes or coyotes, but after a while we all decided that they must have been coyotes. Because foxes don't howl, they yip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have to say that that was the highlight of the trip. It was action packed, fun, and scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Once we reached the house we were still pretty pumped up so we didnt go to bed until something like 2:30. LATE NIGHT! Lets just say this...I slept well that night, or should I that morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Last Day-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I woke up at a rediculous hour that morning and jumped out of bed. It was something like 11:00! I'm used to waking up at 7:30 or so, but then again I'm also used to going to bed at 9:00 instead of 2:30. I felt like I had slept half the day away, that's the concequence for going to bed that late. The girls were out and about but us guys were still recovering. I got up and walked around outside. I decided to stroll down to the beach to see if the Chelsea and Leah were there. I scaned the beach, they weren't there but a sea lion was (I'm not sure if it was a sea lion or a different kind of seal). A large crowd was watching a sea lion (or whatever it was) swim around not far from the shore. I watched it for a little bit but I began to get bored and right as I began to head back to the house the seal plunged under the water and disappeared. All the guys were awake when I returned and they all wanted to play tennis. The girls and Tim wanted to go to the beach but the guys and I all shipped off to the tennis courts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;When we got to the tennis courts we were shocked to find the courts soaking wet! Apparently, it had rained that morning so all the courts were really wet and gross. Here's a picture of the lovely conditions we got to play in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6268/4101/320/IMG_0512.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;You can't really tell how gross it was but right where Randy is standing it was literally slush. Oh, and I thought I'd mention that Randy &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; poddie trained that's just the rain water in the background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;But not to worry, my gang and I didn't care, and still played through the slush. It was fun, wet. We played a game were the object of the game was to hit your opponent with the tennis ball while they were standing still, but you still had to be on your side of the net...that my friends, is my kinda game. I'm brutal...no I'm not! Well anyway, we all got hit at least once, a least. It was Jamie, Randy and I against Charlie and Stevie. I have no idea who won. Whoever walked away with their head won (that means I didn't win, haha, just kidding). It was a ton of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I carried my racket back to the house with all the guys and then we all just hung out until the girls, Tim, Aunt Kerry and Uncle Bill came back, then we started to get ready to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;The &lt;em&gt;saddest&lt;/em&gt; part of the trip was when I tossed my sleeping bag into the cars trunk, the same place where I had pulled it out only a couple of days before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Since it was such a fun trip it made it that much harder to leave the Cape. But, i had no option, the train was leaving, I had to go too, and besides it wouldn't have been fun without everyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hugs were exchanged and then off we went, back to &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; homes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;All in all, I had more fun than I'd ever had in my whole life, and I think everyone enjoyed themselves! It was a ball. I had no idea it would be that much fun when Mom told me about the trip back at home, days before.&lt;/span&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/33601660-115748860203053405?l=kerrboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115748860203053405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33601660&amp;postID=115748860203053405&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/115748860203053405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/115748860203053405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/2006/09/trip-to-cape-cod-mom-came-walking-up.html' title=''/><author><name>$@M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292871542935098765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.ncgraphicarts.com/sam/sam6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33601660.post-115738187251478739</id><published>2006-09-04T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T13:59:55.947-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Dogs'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My Dogs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, I didn't want to write a big post, so I decided to post some pictures of my dogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Meesha&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Meesha's Nicknames: Sweepy Pig, Fufu, Wupers, and The Meme Rider! (I know, our family is rather strange.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/3692/1600/DSCN0686.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/3692/320/DSCN0686.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Look at the camera!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/3692/320/DSCN0692.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Getting comfortable.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/3692/320/DSCN1032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Does she look like a wolf or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hiedi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Heidi's Nicknames: Mouse and Kuddoo Bumbshkin. There are many more. Trust me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/3692/320/IM000169.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/3692/1600/IM000169.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/3692/1600/IM001122.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Mouse playing with her favorite toy.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/3692/320/IM001122.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, she's not tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pipin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pipin's Nicknames: Johnson, Whippy Johnson, and Lilly Pip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/3692/320/DSCN0243.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/3692/1600/DSCN0243.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/3692/1600/IM000166.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what we saw when we got back from church one morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/3692/320/IM000166.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Johnson making his seal face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There are some pictures of my very cool dogs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33601660-115738187251478739?l=kerrboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115738187251478739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33601660&amp;postID=115738187251478739&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/115738187251478739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/115738187251478739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-dogs-well-i-didnt-want-to-write-big.html' title=''/><author><name>$@M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292871542935098765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.ncgraphicarts.com/sam/sam6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33601660.post-115720313146397781</id><published>2006-09-02T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:00:46.214-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Championship Game'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Championship Game&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WOW!!! That was the most exciting championship game I've ever been in! Let me give you a really cut down version of last night's game. I don't recall the exact scores for each quarter, but they are pretty realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first quarter begins. We get out on the court, play well, and yet, somehow we were still losing 6 to 17!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you couldn't tell, they had the better team, for sure. The tallest kid on my team is like a inch taller than me, and I'm not that tall, so our team is somewhat short, but the other team's guys were at least my height! One of their players, was probably 6 feet tall!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next subs enter the game(that's when other players go in and take the place of another player). My sub and I walk out onto the court. Max (a good player on my team) and I worked together to get a little run going, but it wasn't enough to catch them. The score at the end of the first quarter was (something like) 17 to 23. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nothing that exciting happened in the second, but we did close the gap a little more when the half came around, 25 to 29. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the second part of the third quarter, Max and I got the team pumped up, by going on a huge run and TAKING THE LEAD! Momentum was on our side as we began the fourth period, 35 to 30! Our other substitutions kept our opponents at bay. The last 5 minutes of the game were so nerve racking for the crowd. It was to the point where all you could hear were all the mom's and dad's screaming things like, "Grab the ball! That's a travel ref! Come on call the foul!" But to tell you the truth, I wasn't that nervous. I think I had to calm Mom and Dad down, instead of them calm me down. The score was 36 to 34 with 15 seconds left! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Andy, a player on my team, got the ball and tried to waste the clock, so the other team was forced to foul him with 6 seconds left! Andy went to the foul line. If he made both, he would make it a 4 point game! Andy swished the first..... and the second! Our team went nuts on the bench! So now, in order to send us into overtime, our opponents would either have to sprint down and the court, make a layup, then steal our inbounds pass and make another layup, or they'd have to make a three pointer and get fouled, which is very hard to do. It turned out that they tried to make a three and get fouled, but he missed and didn't get fouled! So we grabbed the rebound and held the ball until the clock ran out.The final score was 48 to 44, WE WERE THE CHAMPIONS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The whole team ran over and tackled Andy. It was without a doubt was my best game ever, the teams best game ever, and the girls played well! The league is co-ed. I hated it that way (no offense girls), but we worked like a well oiled machine even with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's a picture of my team: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Top row) Me, Max, Andy, Jeff, Adam, and Matt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Bottom row) Dramain, Megan, Stephanie, Nora, and Griffin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/3692/400/DSCN1284.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33601660-115720313146397781?l=kerrboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115720313146397781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33601660&amp;postID=115720313146397781&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/115720313146397781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/115720313146397781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/2006/09/championship-game-wow-that-was-most.html' title=''/><author><name>$@M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292871542935098765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.ncgraphicarts.com/sam/sam6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33601660.post-115697308421382270</id><published>2006-08-30T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:04:10.326-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cragged Mt. Farm'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cragged Mt. Farm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday night, around 9:30 pm., my family and I returned home from Cragged. We, and most of the members from our church, head up to Freedom, NH, and spend the weekend at this camp (Cragged Mt. Farm) that my Uncle Henry owns. This year, there must have been 30 people there! I'm going to list the families that came:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chidesters&lt;br /&gt;Kresinas&lt;br /&gt;Supps&lt;br /&gt;Faringtons (only Ken and Ryan)&lt;br /&gt;Riddles (Bradly's couldn't make it...she's at collage)&lt;br /&gt;Halls (Ethan and Sarah, then Milinah, Rebecca, and Joanna)&lt;br /&gt;Heberts (including Nathan and Sarah...Mrs. Hebert couldn't come)&lt;br /&gt;AND (drumroll please)... Emily Mills!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/3692/1600/IMG_0567.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/3692/320/IMG_0567.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm kidding, that's a &lt;strong&gt;bad&lt;/strong&gt; picture of her. (right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/3692/320/IMG_0738.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's a little &lt;strong&gt;better&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We took two cars. Mom, Emily, and I were in one, and Dad and Charlie were in the other. Mom and I wouldn't have survived without Emily.&lt;br /&gt;We, like always, lived at the lake! The water was freezing! I never went all the way in, only up to my waste. We had great weather the whole time, God was good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Charlie and Collin fished every day, whether it was morning, noon, or in the later part of the day. They cought a lot! Collin cought a 5 pound monster!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/3692/1600/IMG_0584.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/394/3692/320/IMG_0584.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One thing that I found really funny, was when we (the boys) went on strike.It was 8:45 a.m and breakfast still wasn't ready! We had to speak our mind! So while the ladies continued making breakfast, we planned an attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Guys: "What could we do?"&lt;br /&gt;Seth: "We could light some fireworks!"&lt;br /&gt;The Guys: "Great thinking! Let's do it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we followed up on our plan and grabbed some fireworks that Charlie and the Heberts had brought up. We innocently walked over to the front door, lit a match, and then...BANG BANG POP POP POP BANG!!!! That noise was, of course, followed by screams, jumps, and who knows what else. It was pricless!&lt;br /&gt;You can't go to Cragged and not go on the little hike behind the camp. Well, we were too destracted by the awesome obstacle course that is en route. Here are some great pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone in this picture is trying to stand on a plack of wood that I'd say is about 3 ft long and 3 ft wide. It was hard, too say the least! 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No picture can show how awesome it looked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We had a Bible study every night in the clubhouse. Since we started it after supper it sometimes went till 11:00p.m! Dad, Daniel, and Mr. Chidester shared short messages. 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On my team were: Isaac, Milinah, and then Rachel. First we had a running race down to the lake. Nathan and his team took first on that one (obviously). Isaac ran the first half, then I took over the second leg. We surprised ourselves and ended up taking second! After the running race we hopped in a canoe and set out about 200 yards past the docks. This was quite the race! We, and all the other boats started to make a wild dash to one of the two docks. Once we reached the dock we had to make a full circle around the dock. Bonk, Bang! Someone elses canoe came up and cut us off! We were only pushed farther and farther from the dock, I think the winner of that one was Ethan Hall's team. Then, last but not least, the bike ride back to camp up Swett Hill (Swett isn't a spelling error). The power biker for our team was Isaac! Nathan (surprise, surprise) took first in that one, too. 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Nathan and his team took 1st, my team took 2nd, and I forget who took the Bronze. It was a lot of fun, probably too much fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Instead of blowing up the girls' cabin we boys decided to display some fireworks for everyone to enjoy. We set up all the remaining fireworks in the area just before the soccer field. When the evening Bible study was over we called everyone outside to watch the fireworks. We didn't have those little ones which go 4 feet in the air and have little sprinkles. No we had huge fireworks, the ones that go 50 feet in the air and then explode making them look like the fireworks you see on 4th of July! Everyone loved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just like every year, Sunday was a rainy, gross day, which was good, I'd rather the last half day be ugly, than the first. The Chidsesters left early at noon, then everyone slowly vanished from Cragged. We were all saying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; "We should make the stay a week instead of four days." But sometimes if you stay too long... it's no longer as special. So we will see what happens next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All in all, we had a GREAT time being with everyone and I think that that trip will rate up there as one of the BEST EVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33601660-115697308421382270?l=kerrboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115697308421382270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33601660&amp;postID=115697308421382270&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/115697308421382270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33601660/posts/default/115697308421382270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kerrboy.blogspot.com/2006/08/cragged-mt.html' title=''/><author><name>$@M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292871542935098765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.ncgraphicarts.com/sam/sam6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
