tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-207549302009-07-06T18:02:49.397-07:00Mot's blogMothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563489121846810421noreply@blogger.comBlogger167125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20754930.post-45727980049187113242009-07-06T17:54:00.000-07:002009-07-06T18:02:49.544-07:00Tornado 1 Train 0<br /><br />Saw this on Gizmodo. Yikes<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cFe0846RgWc&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cFe0846RgWc&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />Of course - then i spend 2 hours watching tornado videos on YouTube. So much for doing any laundry. It is a wonder I manage to feed myself.** <br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zc4WPbmtK-o&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zc4WPbmtK-o&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />**Mr. Eric would chime in here than if he did not do the grocery shopping, I would probably starve.<br /><br />I remember as kid - they told us in school that upstate NY could not have Tornados because it was too hilly. Another one of those precious nuggets of baloney.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20754930-4572798004918711324?l=motmyers.blogspot.com'/></div>Mothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563489121846810421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20754930.post-59359604623805390572009-06-04T17:39:00.000-07:002009-06-04T18:05:41.842-07:00<span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">GayStreams!</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/Sihs3SqW-CI/AAAAAAAACIk/ltu_jfSZN7M/s1600-h/CRISTINA3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/Sihs3SqW-CI/AAAAAAAACIk/ltu_jfSZN7M/s400/CRISTINA3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343640655033202722" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My Friend Cristian had told me he was interested in coming up to visit the our campground after hearing about all the construction follies from last summer. Right after getting back from NYC, I found out the campground was hosting an <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;">Airstream Rally</span> at the end of the month so it seemed like a perfect time for a campout. Cristian pulled in on Friday afternoon and as it so happened - there was a single spot in the Airstream row left for him to pull up his 1970 Airstream and join the fun. The Gay Airstream clan quickly too a <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">~shine~</span> to my straight friend on a novel visit to the campground and welcomed us to happy hour! Saturday was a trailer open house for everyone to check out the Silver wonders and Cristian stepped up to the plate in style with his camper dutifully decked out in Tiki and vintage memorabilia.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/Sihtbp2R72I/AAAAAAAACJE/ZldY8sDW6UE/s1600-h/tiki1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/Sihtbp2R72I/AAAAAAAACJE/ZldY8sDW6UE/s400/tiki1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343641279732510562" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SihtbY7S6KI/AAAAAAAACI8/aiV07L1Zsoc/s1600-h/classic.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SihtbY7S6KI/AAAAAAAACI8/aiV07L1Zsoc/s400/classic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343641275190143138" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SihtbaTewiI/AAAAAAAACI0/BhQkLgOIjE0/s1600-h/airstream3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SihtbaTewiI/AAAAAAAACI0/BhQkLgOIjE0/s400/airstream3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343641275560018466" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SihtbInQIMI/AAAAAAAACIs/tyDBOfXBnU4/s1600-h/AIRSTREA,M324.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SihtbInQIMI/AAAAAAAACIs/tyDBOfXBnU4/s400/AIRSTREA,M324.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343641270811107522" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The owners of the campground Steve and Doug also happen to collect Vintage Trailers among their many other pursuits and had all three on tour including a vintage Argessy and a Beautiful sister trailer to Lucy and Desi's in the famous movie <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Long,_Long_Trailer"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">"The Long Long Trailer"</span></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/Siht9tm5oeI/AAAAAAAACJU/godLwsaKnB4/s1600-h/lucy2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/Siht9tm5oeI/AAAAAAAACJU/godLwsaKnB4/s400/lucy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343641864857297378" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/Sihtb43xpLI/AAAAAAAACJM/Eox9iJ-1Jtk/s1600-h/lucy1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/Sihtb43xpLI/AAAAAAAACJM/Eox9iJ-1Jtk/s400/lucy1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343641283765314738" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/Siht9v3j4vI/AAAAAAAACJc/ohGzOOkrC-w/s1600-h/scotty1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/Siht9v3j4vI/AAAAAAAACJc/ohGzOOkrC-w/s400/scotty1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343641865464046322" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Besides the tours, the weekend included more deck construction, a BBQ with the new Grill and a nighttime Bocce game! More pictures, including the trailer tours at <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/motmyers/sets/72157619259512944/"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">my Flickr Site ==></span></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20754930-5935960462380539057?l=motmyers.blogspot.com'/></div>Mothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563489121846810421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20754930.post-54430950867064448982009-06-03T18:28:00.000-07:002009-06-03T18:29:12.782-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">We are Jones Cousins</span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/Sicg1sPVIyI/AAAAAAAACIU/V0ayItD_D3g/s1600-h/familyportrait2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/Sicg1sPVIyI/AAAAAAAACIU/V0ayItD_D3g/s400/familyportrait2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343275589678998306" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.. I really cannot recall the last time we all traveled together. Always seems like somebody's got somethin' else goin' as some would say.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SicgKu1JUPI/AAAAAAAACIE/pneuZZzxo7Y/s1600-h/jones3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SicgKu1JUPI/AAAAAAAACIE/pneuZZzxo7Y/s400/jones3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343274851640103154" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SicgKRpyT8I/AAAAAAAACH8/EwwSbWQt6yk/s1600-h/jones2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SicgKRpyT8I/AAAAAAAACH8/EwwSbWQt6yk/s400/jones2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343274843807829954" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SicgKKtKRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/TTKuQ6tjtRo/s1600-h/jones1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SicgKKtKRyI/AAAAAAAACH0/TTKuQ6tjtRo/s400/jones1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343274841942935330" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SicgKkkazDI/AAAAAAAACIM/gEWUdJEErww/s1600-h/jones4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SicgKkkazDI/AAAAAAAACIM/gEWUdJEErww/s400/jones4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343274848885591090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The Jones tribe made most excellent hosts as always as we took the time to tour around Phoenix before our cousin's Mary's wedding. Besides the Botanical Garden, we hit up IKEA and a Bead store along with the standard set of Jones parties and all the requisite merriment. Our Arizona and California cousins are fully equiped for silliness and revelry.. so when we are all together...it is critical mass time.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/Sicg1jXxsZI/AAAAAAAACIc/WW64rrIe2pE/s1600-h/familyportrait.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/Sicg1jXxsZI/AAAAAAAACIc/WW64rrIe2pE/s400/familyportrait.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343275587298505106" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We finally had an opportunity for a family portrait. I love the picture - yet find it a bittersweet reminder we are supposed to be a tribe of six.<br /><br />Wherever Mom is now - I know we gave her a couple of good laughs over the weekend. - Tom<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20754930-5443095086706444898?l=motmyers.blogspot.com'/></div>Mothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563489121846810421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20754930.post-75318696582973002292009-06-01T17:12:00.000-07:002009-06-01T17:15:04.417-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Time for a little Chihuly</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SiRtlgOqvgI/AAAAAAAACHs/MgHgEM0qmDw/s1600-h/azchihuly17.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SiRtlgOqvgI/AAAAAAAACHs/MgHgEM0qmDw/s400/azchihuly17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342515549042294274" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SiRtlrfooCI/AAAAAAAACHk/vQuSJtcTN0s/s1600-h/azchihuly14.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SiRtlrfooCI/AAAAAAAACHk/vQuSJtcTN0s/s400/azchihuly14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342515552066248738" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SiRtZVxV_-I/AAAAAAAACHM/HKrlnTwpHGo/s1600-h/azchihuly9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SiRtZVxV_-I/AAAAAAAACHM/HKrlnTwpHGo/s400/azchihuly9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342515340076515298" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SiRtZCr2v3I/AAAAAAAACHE/FHW3UeG7uC8/s1600-h/azchihuly8.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SiRtZCr2v3I/AAAAAAAACHE/FHW3UeG7uC8/s400/azchihuly8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342515334953222002" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SiRtYzWeHpI/AAAAAAAACG8/g8oXqZp_ftM/s1600-h/azchihuly7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SiRtYzWeHpI/AAAAAAAACG8/g8oXqZp_ftM/s400/azchihuly7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342515330836995730" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SiRtYjiD2II/AAAAAAAACG0/u-CrqMfRFfY/s1600-h/azchihuly6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SiRtYjiD2II/AAAAAAAACG0/u-CrqMfRFfY/s400/azchihuly6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342515326590638210" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SiRtInKSI5I/AAAAAAAACGs/PPWAR_sayeI/s1600-h/azchihuly5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SiRtInKSI5I/AAAAAAAACGs/PPWAR_sayeI/s400/azchihuly5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342515052686746514" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SiRtIasuRqI/AAAAAAAACGk/qRJRUpqrR3A/s1600-h/azchihuly4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SiRtIasuRqI/AAAAAAAACGk/qRJRUpqrR3A/s400/azchihuly4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342515049341535906" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SiRtIIm6nRI/AAAAAAAACGc/hcRU76SI4Fk/s1600-h/azchihuly3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SiRtIIm6nRI/AAAAAAAACGc/hcRU76SI4Fk/s400/azchihuly3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342515044485340434" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SiRtIOBGg5I/AAAAAAAACGU/k8N-JY7eqLk/s1600-h/azchihuly2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SiRtIOBGg5I/AAAAAAAACGU/k8N-JY7eqLk/s400/azchihuly2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342515045937349522" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SiRtH3Wc8eI/AAAAAAAACGM/YYiD17I2bCs/s1600-h/azchihuly1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SiRtH3Wc8eI/AAAAAAAACGM/YYiD17I2bCs/s400/azchihuly1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342515039852884450" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SiRtZshKuRI/AAAAAAAACHU/sfSZxmm51zk/s1600-h/azchihuly10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SiRtZshKuRI/AAAAAAAACHU/sfSZxmm51zk/s400/azchihuly10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342515346182682898" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SiRtlAtg1FI/AAAAAAAACHc/ADXLprcKe8k/s1600-h/azchihuly12.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SiRtlAtg1FI/AAAAAAAACHc/ADXLprcKe8k/s400/azchihuly12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342515540581733458" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We stopped by the Phoenix Botanical Garden while we were in town to check out the desert flora and the <a href="http://www.chihuly.com/">Dale Chihuly Exhibit</a>. Simply stunning. My brother Jim correctly noted how the artist was capturing within the glass the intensity and contrast of the desert flowers against the rather bleak desert landscape. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/motmyers/sets/72157619068868202/">More pics on my Flickr Site --></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20754930-7531869658297300229?l=motmyers.blogspot.com'/></div>Mothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563489121846810421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20754930.post-3678547534688085772009-05-27T17:45:00.000-07:002009-05-27T17:48:07.750-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Daytrip to Prescott</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/Sh3fGzP6ymI/AAAAAAAACGE/-xWHrlET2CI/s1600-h/prescott.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/Sh3fGzP6ymI/AAAAAAAACGE/-xWHrlET2CI/s400/prescott.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340670041060461154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />While in Phoenix visiting my friend Alex and his boyfriend Steve, We took a day trip up to Prescott to walk around. Very nice little town. Many good antique junk stores.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20754930-367854753468808577?l=motmyers.blogspot.com'/></div>Mothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563489121846810421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20754930.post-45702954162726486082009-05-26T18:28:00.000-07:002009-05-26T18:56:49.693-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">NYC2009</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/ShyYFiPB78I/AAAAAAAACF0/txZEYewYfpI/s1600-h/hotelchelsea.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/ShyYFiPB78I/AAAAAAAACF0/txZEYewYfpI/s400/hotelchelsea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340310479011180482" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Another fun weekend in New York with friends for the <a href="http://icff.com/page/home.asp">International Contemporary Furniture Fair</a>. I drove in Saturday morning and went on a hunt to find a flea market i had previously visited but struck out. Apparently the 25th street flea market is not the one i remember. I also struck out finding Irreplaceable Artifacts in the Bowery as well - but I did manage to find <a href="http://www.oldegoodthings.com/">Olde Good Things</a> on 24th. A great place and they have a bigger place in Scranton PA! This year we stayed at the <a href="http://www.hotelchelsea.com/">Hotel Chelsea</a>. An interesting place - part funky Art hotel, part gritty youth hostel. We hit up Trailer Park on Saturday right next to our hotel before heading downtown. We hit a few good parties at <a href="http://www.bludot.com/">BlueDot</a> and <a href="http://www.dwr.com/">Design Within Reach</a> before grabbing dinner at the <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">NotsoSpectacular Chinese Restaurant.</span><br /><br />Sunday we headed to ICFF. A good show this year - lots of good fireplaces. Sunday night was the closing party at the <a href="http://www.core77.com/blog/ny_design_week_09/ny_design_week_09_414_gallery_in_the_meatpacking_district_13516.asp">414 gallery</a> in the Meatpacking District. Our friend <a href="http://www.matthewweatherlydesign.com/">Matthew Weatherly</a> has several pieces at the show. A fun party and they even served SnowCones! Yummy! After the show we walked to a nearby restaurant and met up with my friend Colleen and her husband. A very fun night.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/ShybbgfIPeI/AAAAAAAACF8/7omH-_T-Jng/s1600-h/nyc2009collage.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 107px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/ShybbgfIPeI/AAAAAAAACF8/7omH-_T-Jng/s400/nyc2009collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340314155033837026" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />p.s. - i was lazy with my camera - so i borrowed many of the pics from my friend Cristian. When Cristian is not playing photographer - he is a busy and soon to be <a href="http://www.cristianwicha.com/">Famous Furniture Designer</a>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20754930-4570295416272648608?l=motmyers.blogspot.com'/></div>Mothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563489121846810421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20754930.post-10151001224843413972009-04-24T19:22:00.001-07:002009-04-25T18:09:55.907-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Happy Holidays!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SfOyNUNWM7I/AAAAAAAACFE/DIUgdlOMkO8/s1600-h/bedroomlight.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SfOyNUNWM7I/AAAAAAAACFE/DIUgdlOMkO8/s400/bedroomlight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328798725942162354" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SfOyZ2Je5_I/AAAAAAAACFM/-UaW3400ucU/s1600-h/gregjoetomeric.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SfOyZ2Je5_I/AAAAAAAACFM/-UaW3400ucU/s400/gregjoetomeric.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328798941211191282" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Just finished uploading all[?] of the photos from our party last December. Our friend Gerry Szymanski, proprietor of <a href="http://www.cyanotypeproductions.com/">Cyanotype Photograpy</a> took all the great photos. You can see the batch on my <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/motmyers/sets/72157617304419224/">Christmas Photoset</a> on Flickr. But here are a few collages to click on. A very fun night.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SfOz5_bB8mI/AAAAAAAACFs/xtYRV53Ci0w/s1600-h/xmass2008bb4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SfOz5_bB8mI/AAAAAAAACFs/xtYRV53Ci0w/s400/xmass2008bb4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328800592968151650" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SfOz54W6q3I/AAAAAAAACFk/0zmwSGw5m_8/s1600-h/xmass2008bb3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SfOz54W6q3I/AAAAAAAACFk/0zmwSGw5m_8/s400/xmass2008bb3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328800591071849330" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SfOz5ua6EhI/AAAAAAAACFc/B_o4QGMjfMs/s1600-h/xmass2008bb2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SfOz5ua6EhI/AAAAAAAACFc/B_o4QGMjfMs/s400/xmass2008bb2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328800588404232722" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SfOz5gUxYFI/AAAAAAAACFU/Hd47Y0FfFLU/s1600-h/xmass2008bb1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SfOz5gUxYFI/AAAAAAAACFU/Hd47Y0FfFLU/s400/xmass2008bb1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328800584620400722" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20754930-1015100122484341397?l=motmyers.blogspot.com'/></div>Mothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563489121846810421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20754930.post-24912961202131502262009-04-23T15:46:00.001-07:002009-04-23T15:47:41.118-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Family Communion</span></span><br /><br /><br />Jim and Grace had everyone over today to celebrate Grace's first communion. Jim was snapping away with his Nikon - so i am sure he will have much better pics.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SevTtHGv9aI/AAAAAAAACEk/fxBwTkQr_hA/s1600-h/commleft.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SevTtHGv9aI/AAAAAAAACEk/fxBwTkQr_hA/s400/commleft.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326583756250674594" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SevTs-qEVJI/AAAAAAAACEc/Yp7cUGGvTYs/s1600-h/commcarolyn.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 162px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SevTs-qEVJI/AAAAAAAACEc/Yp7cUGGvTYs/s400/commcarolyn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326583753982891154" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SevTsp6EzBI/AAAAAAAACEU/FdqH-_f9FOU/s1600-h/commggroup.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SevTsp6EzBI/AAAAAAAACEU/FdqH-_f9FOU/s400/commggroup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326583748412886034" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This was **supposed** to be our "Arthur between the Doubting Thomas's" - however one Thomas was not so doubting....<br /><br /><img src="http://www.geocities.com/ofaclassof85/doubting2.gif" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20754930-2491296120213150226?l=motmyers.blogspot.com'/></div>Mothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563489121846810421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20754930.post-19095501410790658792009-04-19T18:19:00.000-07:002009-04-19T18:36:57.257-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Time for Brunch</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SevRGRd0jgI/AAAAAAAACEM/a5yHUODyBBg/s1600-h/brunch4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SevRGRd0jgI/AAAAAAAACEM/a5yHUODyBBg/s400/brunch4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326580889993645570" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Eric and I got together with friends this morning for some fabulous brunch downtown. Zahra and Jennie took us to <a href="http://www.simplycrepes.com/">Simply Crepes</a> at the Downtown Rochester Public Library. Brunch was not just simply crepes, but it was definitely <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Yum Yum</span>. We arrived right as they opened and enjoyed a nice quiet brunch in the new section of the library. I ended my brunch with a dandy Creme Brulee Oatmeal cup. So good i almost forgot to use a utensil.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SevQ7nhBWTI/AAAAAAAACD8/aOHiqWgCbEQ/s1600-h/brunchfood.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SevQ7nhBWTI/AAAAAAAACD8/aOHiqWgCbEQ/s400/brunchfood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326580706934085938" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SevQ7K4HEUI/AAAAAAAACDs/1hvs9WolLo0/s1600-h/brunch3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SevQ7K4HEUI/AAAAAAAACDs/1hvs9WolLo0/s400/brunch3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326580699246301506" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SevQ7gg4QKI/AAAAAAAACEE/GLbNjOTLBQo/s1600-h/brunchzande.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SevQ7gg4QKI/AAAAAAAACEE/GLbNjOTLBQo/s400/brunchzande.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326580705054441634" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20754930-1909550141079065879?l=motmyers.blogspot.com'/></div>Mothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563489121846810421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20754930.post-4878839926507958842009-04-13T18:04:00.000-07:002009-04-13T18:10:16.397-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Easter Glass Work</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SePh1gsCUAI/AAAAAAAACCc/mpuVnZGuCaA/s1600-h/astainedglass20091.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SePh1gsCUAI/AAAAAAAACCc/mpuVnZGuCaA/s400/astainedglass20091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324347493906010114" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SePh1UselzI/AAAAAAAACCU/aHnzMK8wFAk/s1600-h/astainedglass20092.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SePh1UselzI/AAAAAAAACCU/aHnzMK8wFAk/s400/astainedglass20092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324347490686637874" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SePh1UTVuII/AAAAAAAACCM/gcMKkG5Jlp4/s1600-h/astainedglass20093.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SePh1UTVuII/AAAAAAAACCM/gcMKkG5Jlp4/s400/astainedglass20093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324347490581198978" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SePh1D1jFtI/AAAAAAAACCE/pN4Iyjjy9R0/s1600-h/astainedglass20094.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SePh1D1jFtI/AAAAAAAACCE/pN4Iyjjy9R0/s400/astainedglass20094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324347486161278674" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We took some time during the easter weekend to work on a window. I told Kristin it is not a good project unless you bleed, so Kristin happily obliged.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20754930-487883992650795884?l=motmyers.blogspot.com'/></div>Mothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563489121846810421noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20754930.post-54285282733895864432009-03-25T09:48:00.001-07:002009-03-25T09:55:25.946-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >(Notso) Best Toy I never got</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/ScphhaRuycI/AAAAAAAACB8/Gh1vtQOBqYU/s1600-h/atomic.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 391px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/ScphhaRuycI/AAAAAAAACB8/Gh1vtQOBqYU/s400/atomic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317169536681560514" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Ok - Saw this on line today. sCaRy! What was it last year with the Chinese toy Aqua Dots that had <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aqua_Dots">elements of the Date Rape drug in the plastic?</a> Geeesh.... beginners.<br /><br />Contents below!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The set came with four types of uranium ore, a beta-alpha source (Pb-210), a pure beta source (Ru-106), a gamma source (Zn-65?), a spinthariscope, a cloud chamber with its own short-lived alpha source (Po-210), an electroscope, a geiger counter, a manual, a comic book (Dagwood Splits the Atom) and a government manual "Prospecting for Uranium."</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20754930-5428528273389586443?l=motmyers.blogspot.com'/></div>Mothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563489121846810421noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20754930.post-86478569993829296092009-03-21T05:57:00.000-07:002009-03-21T06:00:07.093-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Time for a little reflection</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/ScTktqBbBHI/AAAAAAAACB0/RPcJ6ZHaI4w/s1600-h/jimmyspots.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/ScTktqBbBHI/AAAAAAAACB0/RPcJ6ZHaI4w/s400/jimmyspots.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315624933229528178" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Eric and i stopped over to see Jimmy and Grace last night. To commemorate his new kitchen - some new IKEA Medjal Cookpots were just the trick<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20754930-8647856999382929609?l=motmyers.blogspot.com'/></div>Mothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563489121846810421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20754930.post-56277244494034787602009-03-08T11:00:00.000-07:002009-03-08T20:48:50.129-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">People you meet on the train/ plane.</span></span><br /><br />As I mentioned in an earlier post - Eric and I made fast friends with our neighbor on our flight from Chicago. Cindy and I spent alot of time looking at her photos of Mexico. Very neat. Eric<br />made friends with the plane staff and managed to extract $60 worth of wine from the airline and was in a good and loud mood. He entertained Cindy quite a bit [ along with people around us]<br />The subject of Facebook came up and we discussed with Cindy about exchanging emails. After our plane landed, we walked with Cindy and helped with her camera bag until we found her family in baggage claim. Our friend Lynn soon found us and soon we were all talking with each other. After some hugs, we wished Cindy and her family off and we headed to Venice.<br /><br /><br />I had to laugh Friday after our return. The New York Times had <a href="http://travel.nytimes.com/2009/03/08/travel/08amtrak.html"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">a traveling article</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"> </span></a>about riding on the long distance Amtrak trains. The author's experience completely mirrored our own. I will be the first to admit that in certain settings - I go into antisocial mode and really do not care to speak with anyone. i expected the train trip to be one of these times, where it would really be just Eric and I and the rest of the train could for all means, be empty so far as I was concerned. BUT IT WAS NOT MEANT TO BE.<br /><br />Amtrak (1) Tom (0)<br /><br />Amtrak touts the train trips as a social experience and they are right. “There Are No Strangers on a Train.” One way the train facilitates this with group dining. You are seated in groups of 4 - so naturally Eric and I were eating meals with new people 3 times a day.<br /><br />I was not looking forward to this actually.<br /><br />My experience has been one of initial greetings and then people across the table start doing the math on Eric and I and then get all rigid and stiff lipped. Not that i really care what anyone thinks, but it gets really tiring.<br /><br />Our first dinner sorta followed the script. We sat with a couple from Fullerton who were very nice. They were on the way to Colorado Springs. The gentleman's father had just passed away and they were going to the funeral. The man spoke about how much he liked train travel but I really did not feel like they had much to say to us and I kept my best to keep the conversation going. The whole .. ask nice questions and do not expect any reciprocal interest in return game. Which was basically most of the dinner. Finally I inquired about the man's line of work and he replied he was a traveling salesman for a musical instrument distributor. From there the conversation picked up a bit and Eric and he discussed types of drums and symbols. The man was clearly impressed with Eric's knowledge and started to loosen up a bit. So the dinner ended up on a slight upshot.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">[insert whimpy rant here ]</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"> It would good to reflect on the dinner as a positive [ which it was ] but again - I do not have the energy any longer to help strangers with their Gay comfort level. I realize it is good to alter people's impressions and stereotypes - but it is like a tax burden straight people never have to deal with. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">I should not complain. At my last job over the course of my first five years, barriers were knocked down and even the most conservative of my coworkers managed to set most of their bias aside and admit that they respected my work and </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">actually liked me</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">. But all that extra barrier breaking charm routine - takes a lot of energy and effort. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"> Things are much better these days I freely volunteer. But still.... 3 weeks ago in a lunch meeting at my new job, my inquisitive boss managed to ask out loud in front of everyone "so you are going with your girlfriend?" [on the trip] and I promptly put him off his track telling him that I was going with my </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">partner Eric.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><br />[ the whole rest of the room already knew ] </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">but somehow the room got quiet as i replied</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">.</span><br /><br /></span>So you can understand the antisocial mode sometimes<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">. </span>Which made the rest of our trip on the train a bit of a surprise. Our next morning breakfast we sat with a couple told us all about their anniversary trip and as it turns out - they lived in a town next to my hometown. and they knew my brother-in-law's nephew. Small world. It was really interesting.<br /><br />After lunch, I spent 35 minutes in the lounge talking to 2 Amish famers about green technology and politics. [ seriously] The next day[?] in the lounge while I Photoshopped, an Amish group started singing for 35 minutes[?]. Eric did not quite care for it. I thought it was interesting. Though Eric's recording of it on his cellphone - does sound rather creepy.<br /><br />Of course our dinner that night took the cake. We sat with an older couple on their way back from Albuquerque. They went for a visit and during the visit - they decided to move to the area and managed to buy a house! They were on their way back home to pack their stuff. These folks were definitely on their own reality plane, <span style="font-weight: bold;">but it was a really good one</span>. They also kept asking Eric and I if we were actors. And told us we looked liked actors. We tried to pop that bubble - but that did not happen. Mrs. went on to tell us later she would look for us in the movies but she figured we might change our names <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">because movie stars do that.</span><br /><br />I really want whatever cough syrup this lady was drinking. OF course - during the dinner conversation, we asked about their line of work and [ ta da] does the man tell us he is<br /><br />an Elvis impersonator.<br /><br />....and after spending 30 minutes with them, Eric and i did not even skip a beat. He even said he did Roy Orbson. Which I could totally believe. He even pulled out pictures for us.<br /><br />You cannot for <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">pay</span> for this kinda of alter reality. Their sense of optimism was wonderful. It must have been through the train. Earlier that day Eric and I were in the lounge listening to a man tell the steward that he was moving his family to Phoenix and he just got a new job as a forklift operator at $16 a hour. He was very enthusiastic.<br /><br />Then he mentioned that he has <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">11 children</span>.<br /><br />It must have been in the train tap water or something. I shoulda drank more of it.<br /><br />At the end of our trip, we spotted our friends at the platform and exchanged hugs and wished them the best in New Mexico. Mrs. by now was referring to me as <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Tommy</span> and told us that they would be looking for us [ in the movies?]<br /><br />So despite my ranting, i think the train shaved off a layer or two of my antisocial jade. And still makes me smile.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20754930-5627724449403478760?l=motmyers.blogspot.com'/></div>Mothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563489121846810421noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20754930.post-56487939607934494952009-03-08T10:47:00.000-07:002009-03-08T10:52:46.779-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Left turn at Albuquerque</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbQFPlzUoEI/AAAAAAAACA0/qJmR8VOocZg/s1600-h/ab345.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbQFPlzUoEI/AAAAAAAACA0/qJmR8VOocZg/s400/ab345.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310875625980207170" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Our train had a 2 hour stop in Albuquerque along the way. So Eric and I hopped off the train and took a walk downtown to take a look around.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbQFrJWx3nI/AAAAAAAACBc/WkzXf9dDvcI/s1600-h/ab5076.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbQFrJWx3nI/AAAAAAAACBc/WkzXf9dDvcI/s400/ab5076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310876099380633202" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbQFq7dlfsI/AAAAAAAACBU/k7yd6PE4riI/s1600-h/ab3679.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbQFq7dlfsI/AAAAAAAACBU/k7yd6PE4riI/s400/ab3679.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310876095651086018" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbQFqgj0BqI/AAAAAAAACBM/s0jy5BbPLQc/s1600-h/ab865.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbQFqgj0BqI/AAAAAAAACBM/s0jy5BbPLQc/s400/ab865.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310876088429446818" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbQFqTVDXYI/AAAAAAAACBE/bEE3sDVfMY4/s1600-h/ab579.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbQFqTVDXYI/AAAAAAAACBE/bEE3sDVfMY4/s400/ab579.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310876084877876610" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbQFqP2GSbI/AAAAAAAACA8/zmf2enH5GMA/s1600-h/ab77.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbQFqP2GSbI/AAAAAAAACA8/zmf2enH5GMA/s400/ab77.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310876083942738354" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20754930-5648793960793449495?l=motmyers.blogspot.com'/></div>Mothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563489121846810421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20754930.post-69228255596856553382009-03-08T10:38:00.001-07:002009-03-08T10:46:45.520-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >All Aboard!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbQD8xYRktI/AAAAAAAACAs/B5kzVexjHeA/s1600-h/trainboot.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbQD8xYRktI/AAAAAAAACAs/B5kzVexjHeA/s400/trainboot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310874203158844114" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The Southwest Chief pulled out of LA at sunset and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Eric</span> and I settled in to our room before dinner. The first class rooms are very nice and probably the only way either of us could manage to spend 41[?] hours on a train. The room has a large picture window to watch the scenery change along with 2 bunks and a private bathroom. If the room gets boring, the observation car and lounge are open pretty much the whole time. Sleeping car passengers get a attendant service - so we were allowed to pick all our meal times.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbQD8QTxamI/AAAAAAAACAk/jO1b36wEOkc/s1600-h/train454365.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbQD8QTxamI/AAAAAAAACAk/jO1b36wEOkc/s400/train454365.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310874194281589346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbQD8D1dI4I/AAAAAAAACAU/hmBhp-V3moI/s1600-h/train667.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbQD8D1dI4I/AAAAAAAACAU/hmBhp-V3moI/s400/train667.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310874190933205890" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbQD78PXTqI/AAAAAAAACAM/l42cV5ZSJHk/s1600-h/train44.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbQD78PXTqI/AAAAAAAACAM/l42cV5ZSJHk/s400/train44.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310874188894391970" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20754930-6922825559685655338?l=motmyers.blogspot.com'/></div>Mothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563489121846810421noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20754930.post-64575866218825418742009-03-08T09:53:00.000-07:002009-03-08T10:10:22.079-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Waiting for the Train</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbP40icgBPI/AAAAAAAAB_k/nwcG7RmylEM/s1600-h/usstation77.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbP40icgBPI/AAAAAAAAB_k/nwcG7RmylEM/s400/usstation77.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310861967083177202" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Eric and I got the station early before our departure and I took some time to snap a few pics of the station and one of the trains. Beautiful place. Reminds me that there was a time when train travel was much more prominent transportation and hopefully will be again someday.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbP4zuN15kI/AAAAAAAAB_U/SttJTxth35w/s1600-h/usstaion4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbP4zuN15kI/AAAAAAAAB_U/SttJTxth35w/s400/usstaion4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310861953063052866" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbP5EKaEyZI/AAAAAAAAB_0/9zKzNQE9MC4/s1600-h/usstation6746.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbP5EKaEyZI/AAAAAAAAB_0/9zKzNQE9MC4/s400/usstation6746.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310862235508459922" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbP40ybrAkI/AAAAAAAAB_s/WtKBnvQJawU/s1600-h/usstation778.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbP40ybrAkI/AAAAAAAAB_s/WtKBnvQJawU/s400/usstation778.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310861971374670402" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbP4z8S0mbI/AAAAAAAAB_c/8S0mN68IM7g/s1600-h/usstaion55.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbP4z8S0mbI/AAAAAAAAB_c/8S0mN68IM7g/s400/usstaion55.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310861956842035634" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbP4zZOk8AI/AAAAAAAAB_M/9ltAq6nBQuc/s1600-h/ussstation67456.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbP4zZOk8AI/AAAAAAAAB_M/9ltAq6nBQuc/s400/ussstation67456.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310861947428990978" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is the old main concourse inside the station. Current people traffic in the station apparently does not merit its use, so it is blocked off. Hopefully one day that will change.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbP5EwacrPI/AAAAAAAACAE/3vZhdkfnXr0/s1600-h/ustrain5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbP5EwacrPI/AAAAAAAACAE/3vZhdkfnXr0/s400/ustrain5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310862245710572786" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbP5ErDF07I/AAAAAAAAB_8/j7RolPeqKaI/s1600-h/ustrain2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbP5ErDF07I/AAAAAAAAB_8/j7RolPeqKaI/s400/ustrain2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310862244270429106" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20754930-6457586621882541874?l=motmyers.blogspot.com'/></div>Mothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563489121846810421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20754930.post-63032808834618300812009-03-08T09:28:00.000-07:002009-03-08T09:45:50.768-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Last of LA<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbP0kj5vFhI/AAAAAAAAB_E/hesJkev4jkQ/s1600-h/venicehouses.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbP0kj5vFhI/AAAAAAAAB_E/hesJkev4jkQ/s400/venicehouses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310857294549816850" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Some snips of Venice and some shopping outside of Union Station before our departure from Los Angeles.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbP0jFrxtPI/AAAAAAAAB-s/sONf8dqMqPo/s1600-h/venicebuttercup.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbP0jFrxtPI/AAAAAAAAB-s/sONf8dqMqPo/s400/venicebuttercup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310857269258335474" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbP0kQkB94I/AAAAAAAAB-8/meteDY2jg-c/s1600-h/venicescoreboard.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbP0kQkB94I/AAAAAAAAB-8/meteDY2jg-c/s400/venicescoreboard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310857289358505858" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Before we left Venice, Lynn and Robert took us to a local design furnishings showroom to check out a store I liked called <a href="http://www.twentygauge.com/">Twenty Gauge</a>. They refinish old steel furniture with a modern twist. Love their stuff. I hope to take an old steel tanker desk and make it a bathroom vanity at some point. The showroom had some other cool idea as well - including this old scoreboard as a wall hanging. COOL!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbP0jVUuUbI/AAAAAAAAB-0/o8CZ1mSRQn0/s1600-h/unionstationshoppings.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbP0jVUuUbI/AAAAAAAAB-0/o8CZ1mSRQn0/s400/unionstationshoppings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310857273456611762" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We also stopped at a street vendor outside the trains station to pick up a blanket for the train trip. I had many naps planned.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20754930-6303280883461830081?l=motmyers.blogspot.com'/></div>Mothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563489121846810421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20754930.post-13475276349567311752009-03-08T09:03:00.000-07:002009-03-08T09:25:41.600-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bleu the Wonder dog</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbPusX9l6vI/AAAAAAAAB-k/bcllqeQLPT0/s1600-h/blue889.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbPusX9l6vI/AAAAAAAAB-k/bcllqeQLPT0/s400/blue889.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310850831713954546" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We met Bleu on our last day in Palm Springs. I think he is an ambassador for the <a href="http://www.orbitin.com/"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;">Orbit Inn</span></a> where we were staying. A beautiful dog, very attentive in his duties at the inn. He gave everyone an initial nice greeting and welcome and then quickly resumed his focus on his ball or orange. His owner reported that Bleu likes swimming in the pool but is not really allowed to do so at the Inn. It was clear that Blue was looking for an excuse to swim but mindful that he was told not to. So... to our surprise... when Bleu was invited to take a step out on a floaty, he did so with remarkable skill. What appeared to be a momentary exercise before the dog took the plunge..turned into a 12[?] minute long display of canine dexterity and focus on retrieval of the toy of the moment - an orange. Bleu never did take a swim...but impressed us all with a great walk on the water.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbPug2-TuvI/AAAAAAAAB-c/Jy5Ke0FZQQ8/s1600-h/blue556.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbPug2-TuvI/AAAAAAAAB-c/Jy5Ke0FZQQ8/s400/blue556.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310850633880025842" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbPugdHafxI/AAAAAAAAB-U/gACV4pOszUE/s1600-h/blue77.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbPugdHafxI/AAAAAAAAB-U/gACV4pOszUE/s400/blue77.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310850626938896146" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbPugN4OmwI/AAAAAAAAB-M/5Llc3ERgN-8/s1600-h/blue66.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbPugN4OmwI/AAAAAAAAB-M/5Llc3ERgN-8/s400/blue66.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310850622848670466" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbPuf88xCUI/AAAAAAAAB-E/kwkmrTLuRNQ/s1600-h/blue4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbPuf88xCUI/AAAAAAAAB-E/kwkmrTLuRNQ/s400/blue4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310850618304301378" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbPufmWW_VI/AAAAAAAAB98/PdWiJBJyWx8/s1600-h/blue2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbPufmWW_VI/AAAAAAAAB98/PdWiJBJyWx8/s400/blue2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310850612237630802" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20754930-1347527634956731175?l=motmyers.blogspot.com'/></div>Mothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563489121846810421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20754930.post-71793619468295343382009-03-08T08:24:00.000-07:002009-03-09T19:13:13.639-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">A Trip to the Salton Sea</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbPql0UQWLI/AAAAAAAAB90/_8XzIjbfeqQ/s1600-h/ssyaht.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbPql0UQWLI/AAAAAAAAB90/_8XzIjbfeqQ/s400/ssyaht.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310846321019607218" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbXMoeG3m9I/AAAAAAAACBs/drFXA-6WUlg/s1600-h/1533491m-1.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbXMoeG3m9I/AAAAAAAACBs/drFXA-6WUlg/s400/1533491m-1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311376331202075602" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I read last year a bit about the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salton_sea">Salton Sea</a> in California. A strange story of a large lake created by a dike failure in 1905. ... with a 356 sq mile lake as a result.. It became a tourist destination and development area at one point. [ 1940's?] The lake itself is slowly dying now and much of the development is abandoned[?] leaving strange apocalyptic sites to explore. We headed down Sunday morning to look around and came across this former public beach/playground and a former beach side resort. Strange eerie place. I felt like i was in a scene from planet of the apes.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbPpEFPRvAI/AAAAAAAAB9s/pcCnidvBLkE/s1600-h/ssarrow.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbPpEFPRvAI/AAAAAAAAB9s/pcCnidvBLkE/s400/ssarrow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310844641934949378" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbPnvV2377I/AAAAAAAAB9U/8VLiswU81eg/s1600-h/sscristianrobertpatricia.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbPnvV2377I/AAAAAAAAB9U/8VLiswU81eg/s400/sscristianrobertpatricia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310843186107117490" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbPnvHD8yVI/AAAAAAAAB9M/giQeTFEn7Eg/s1600-h/ssskelton.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbPnvHD8yVI/AAAAAAAAB9M/giQeTFEn7Eg/s400/ssskelton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310843182135429458" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbPohfrQOjI/AAAAAAAAB9k/3ehQ_ZjzGhM/s1600-h/sslynntom.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbPohfrQOjI/AAAAAAAAB9k/3ehQ_ZjzGhM/s400/sslynntom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310844047736191538" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbPnuxlVjLI/AAAAAAAAB9E/AfgeeJhzhlY/s1600-h/ssshadow.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbPnuxlVjLI/AAAAAAAAB9E/AfgeeJhzhlY/s400/ssshadow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310843176369884338" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbPnunZ8nnI/AAAAAAAAB88/MpiCvdyHep4/s1600-h/sspool4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbPnunZ8nnI/AAAAAAAAB88/MpiCvdyHep4/s400/sspool4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310843173637758578" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbPnuaVnR8I/AAAAAAAAB80/l0k2lL28fKY/s1600-h/sspool.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbPnuaVnR8I/AAAAAAAAB80/l0k2lL28fKY/s400/sspool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310843170129921986" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbPnVkXKlgI/AAAAAAAAB8s/n0CztRmqTVM/s1600-h/ssclub.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbPnVkXKlgI/AAAAAAAAB8s/n0CztRmqTVM/s400/ssclub.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310842743324055042" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbPnVLcjCiI/AAAAAAAAB8k/3xVuQfylT84/s1600-h/ssslide.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbPnVLcjCiI/AAAAAAAAB8k/3xVuQfylT84/s400/ssslide.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310842736635742754" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbPnU3tAyLI/AAAAAAAAB8c/HxHwcHwTZlo/s1600-h/ssrubble.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbPnU3tAyLI/AAAAAAAAB8c/HxHwcHwTZlo/s400/ssrubble.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310842731336091826" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbPnUhvzQ4I/AAAAAAAAB8U/wae5GDsGIHU/s1600-h/ssdrive.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbPnUhvzQ4I/AAAAAAAAB8U/wae5GDsGIHU/s400/ssdrive.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310842725442208642" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbPnUAtFsUI/AAAAAAAAB8M/efeBbPDuYzs/s1600-h/sstree.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbPnUAtFsUI/AAAAAAAAB8M/efeBbPDuYzs/s400/sstree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310842716572463426" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20754930-7179361946829534338?l=motmyers.blogspot.com'/></div>Mothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563489121846810421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20754930.post-26294541535603740022009-03-05T16:48:00.000-08:002009-03-10T16:48:12.845-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Palm Springs 2009</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbBzbXaInGI/AAAAAAAAB6M/gMohtbCRax0/s1600-h/palmspringsvistaBIG.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbBzbXaInGI/AAAAAAAAB6M/gMohtbCRax0/s400/palmspringsvistaBIG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309870874647108706" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We took off to Palm springs around 11:30 and arrived at the <a href="http://www.orbitin.com/">Orbit Inn</a><br />before any other guests. <span style="font-weight: bold;"> A GREAT PLACE</span>. It took Eric and I maybe four minutes to decide we loved the place and want to go back. A modernist 50's style place, all restored and furnished in jet set 50's furnishings by famous designers. I can see why our friends Cristian and Patricia love the place so much.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbB1SOnP9kI/AAAAAAAAB60/Od2JcrkjjZQ/s1600-h/Orbit55big.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbB1SOnP9kI/AAAAAAAAB60/Od2JcrkjjZQ/s400/Orbit55big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309872916690630210" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbB047eRrgI/AAAAAAAAB6s/agjeOhnLZzI/s1600-h/ORbit1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbB047eRrgI/AAAAAAAAB6s/agjeOhnLZzI/s400/ORbit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309872482055990786" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbB04qhKLuI/AAAAAAAAB6k/qvfcVlT4TDw/s1600-h/Orbit2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbB04qhKLuI/AAAAAAAAB6k/qvfcVlT4TDw/s400/Orbit2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309872477504679650" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbB04B_bSWI/AAAAAAAAB6c/ZAq_koF5Wto/s1600-h/Orbit77.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbB04B_bSWI/AAAAAAAAB6c/ZAq_koF5Wto/s400/Orbit77.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309872466625775970" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbB03qzrtwI/AAAAAAAAB6U/HYEE8Fwv1Nc/s1600-h/Orbit33.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbB03qzrtwI/AAAAAAAAB6U/HYEE8Fwv1Nc/s400/Orbit33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309872460402505474" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbQHTrm26EI/AAAAAAAACBk/iK4_H8mNpBU/s1600-h/PSerictom.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbQHTrm26EI/AAAAAAAACBk/iK4_H8mNpBU/s400/PSerictom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310877895281272898" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The party was a surprise, so after several other of the guests arrived early, we started plotting the best way to surprise our friend Cristian. I have an iMovie to work on for that. Palm Springs was a great place all around. i always have heard much about it, but this was our first visit. Eric and I started thinking about our future telecommuting jobs and retirement plans along with looking at real estate listings. [ This is a great time to invest......]<br /><br />More shots of Palm Springs<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbB2K1JoB-I/AAAAAAAAB7c/wf320zREyoA/s1600-h/palmspringsTALLpalmtree.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbB2K1JoB-I/AAAAAAAAB7c/wf320zREyoA/s400/palmspringsTALLpalmtree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309873889108035554" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbB2KkTaRiI/AAAAAAAAB7U/ZtSAhtvkn1A/s1600-h/palmsprings88.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbB2KkTaRiI/AAAAAAAAB7U/ZtSAhtvkn1A/s400/palmsprings88.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309873884585674274" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbB2KLY2ymI/AAAAAAAAB7M/hd8E7tpBoNo/s1600-h/palmsprings45.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbB2KLY2ymI/AAAAAAAAB7M/hd8E7tpBoNo/s400/palmsprings45.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309873877897628258" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbB2J63NBnI/AAAAAAAAB7E/NscQ9exV5fA/s1600-h/palmsprings3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 169px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbB2J63NBnI/AAAAAAAAB7E/NscQ9exV5fA/s400/palmsprings3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309873873461511794" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbB2JAEK8YI/AAAAAAAAB68/U8X8ZCyELT0/s1600-h/Palmsprings2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbB2JAEK8YI/AAAAAAAAB68/U8X8ZCyELT0/s400/Palmsprings2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309873857678209410" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Of course.... i think housing in Syracuse should probably be our priority.<br /><br />We were in Palm Springs for Cristian's 40th birthday party along with a group of his friends and family that I had always heard about but never met. It was alot of fun to meet everyone and doing another round of "What were they thinking?"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbB3JnOWt3I/AAAAAAAAB8E/z4weQvIMkxo/s1600-h/PSwhatwere2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbB3JnOWt3I/AAAAAAAAB8E/z4weQvIMkxo/s400/PSwhatwere2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309874967701534578" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbB3BwBcb7I/AAAAAAAAB78/bJW-WwrsXug/s1600-h/whatwere993.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbB3BwBcb7I/AAAAAAAAB78/bJW-WwrsXug/s400/whatwere993.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309874832624349106" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbB3Bfc6IyI/AAAAAAAAB70/AwIzPP8GbbA/s1600-h/whatwere884.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbB3Bfc6IyI/AAAAAAAAB70/AwIzPP8GbbA/s400/whatwere884.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309874828176139042" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbB3A3YqitI/AAAAAAAAB7s/AS9mGRg3Cew/s1600-h/whatwere667.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbB3A3YqitI/AAAAAAAAB7s/AS9mGRg3Cew/s400/whatwere667.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309874817420921554" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbB3AhsLgDI/AAAAAAAAB7k/fd5iHiljzeI/s1600-h/whatwere55.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbB3AhsLgDI/AAAAAAAAB7k/fd5iHiljzeI/s400/whatwere55.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309874811597193266" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20754930-2629454153560374002?l=motmyers.blogspot.com'/></div>Mothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563489121846810421noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20754930.post-67122906806016157302009-03-05T16:37:00.001-08:002009-03-05T16:47:23.078-08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Welcome to LA 2009</span><br /><br /><br />Eric and arrived in LA Thursday around 5 after a long flight. US Airways managed to make the first part of our trip somewhat interesting. I initially choose seats when i made the reservations a couple of months back. I picked the seats behind a bulkhead to give us some extra leg room but the airline had other ideas. The day before our departure, i logged on to find that USAirways had strangely forgotten about my seat selections and instead had Eric and i seated at opposite ends of the plane. BUT ALL WAS NOT LOST - the airline had a <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">new</span> feature! Whereas I could chose from the remaining seats and <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">p</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">ay an extra charge</span> for what was <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">free</span> months before. So I bought the Schnooker - and plucked down $30 bucks extra. On our departure from Chicago - it turns out the airline sold us a seat already occupied...... SO after a couple of dirty looks at the steward, we were offered free drinks for the flight and we moved over to make room for our new friend Cindy. We actually had a very fun time on the flight discussing Photoshop and looking at Cindy's photo collections from Mexico. Eric entertained the immediate vicinity of the airplane after 5 wines and took to using his outdoor voice quite a bit. Meeting Cindy proved to be a foreshadow of the new people we met along our trip.<br /><br />Lynn and her boyfriend Robert took us to a 50's style cafe the next morning before our departure to Palm Springs. We started the "what were they thinking" photo game.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbBxA21LEWI/AAAAAAAAB6E/c5EFR7vugiQ/s1600-h/LAericTom.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbBxA21LEWI/AAAAAAAAB6E/c5EFR7vugiQ/s400/LAericTom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309868220202291554" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbBxAWHslOI/AAAAAAAAB58/KrZw27OcFTw/s1600-h/LAlynnRob.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCQYKwUe6WM/SbBxAWHslOI/AAAAAAAAB58/KrZw27OcFTw/s400/LAlynnRob.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309868211421615330" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20754930-6712290680601615730?l=motmyers.blogspot.com'/></div>Mothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563489121846810421noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20754930.post-85593977540317368142009-02-21T11:02:00.000-08:002009-02-21T11:13:38.747-08:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Reunited.</span></span><br /><br /><br />Last week I blogged regarding a lost song from childhood, convinced that due to obscurity - it was lost forever. <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">BUT NOT TRUE</span>. I often forget that this blog can, and is read on occasion by a unknown visitors from cyberspace. Apparently, while doing a lyric search, my new dear friend <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">Jo</span> - stumbled across my blog and the small snippet of lyrics i had typed from my distant memory...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And what-do-you-know</span> - JO correctly identified this missing song and provided a link for me to purchase it on iTunes! It now happily sits in my collection and I have forwarded it to family members to share in the reunion joy. Eric quickly found a rather <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">colorful gentleman</span> from Ontario - who is also a fan of the song and decided to prove it on YouTube.<br /><br />Enjoy! I am and so is this guy.<br /><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rnqIMha2wQU&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rnqIMha2wQU&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20754930-8559397754031736814?l=motmyers.blogspot.com'/></div>Mothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563489121846810421noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20754930.post-50507158137020332682009-02-05T15:26:00.001-08:002009-02-05T15:36:42.834-08:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Best toy I never got</span></span><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VpFjQoWMUoU&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VpFjQoWMUoU&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />OK - I REALLY wanted one of these baby's! Some may think that my yearn for a <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">girl's toy</span> at such an early age was some kind of sign. They would be wrong.<br /><br />My keen interest in this toy was centered squarely on the concept of <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">Food Production.</span><br /><br />I was a hungry kid - and just the idea of making cake <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">in my bedroom </span>without the need [ or permission] of a parental unit was an Amazing concept.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Never got the Easy-Bake.</span> But by 7th grade i had moved into the REAL KITCHEN. Mom did not seem to mind me pulling out her old Betty Crocker cookbook and making ALOT of cake.<br />I just had to have it all cleaned up before dinner time. I did not waste my time with anything savory. Just cake. and cookies. and pasteries. And alot of red food dye.<br /><br />The Cake Baking phase died out thankfully - but I still have an embedded love for Kitchens.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20754930-5050715813702033268?l=motmyers.blogspot.com'/></div>Mothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563489121846810421noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20754930.post-44999739817222704022009-02-05T15:00:00.000-08:002009-02-21T11:02:54.907-08:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Best toy ever</span></span><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AAKZ-O70wNg&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AAKZ-O70wNg&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />I had a Close and Play just about the time this commercial came out. I am not sure if I asked for it or not - but it was love all the same. If you see in the video - the white knob on the front - that's a <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">volume knob</span>. If you wanted extra volume - i think turning the knob <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">drove the needle down harder on the record.</span> Cleaver idea. A couple of plays with extra volume and voila! - you get a box full of black shavings! cool!<br /><br />I had a very special source for records. <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">The Dry cleaning man</span>. Yes - back in 1972[?] the Dry cleaning man [ along with the milk man..] delivered right to your house. And the dry cleaning man also brought old promo records from the AM radio station in town. WEBO! So I had a special psychedelic colored record box full of records of songs <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">nobody </span>wanted to hear.<br /><br />I had one favorite record. "You keep me hangin' on" - you've heard it before?<br /><br />No you haven't.<br /><br />Despite the title similar to a Supreme's[?] song - this one was completely different.<br /><br />"You keep me hangin' on...<br /><br />You keep my love so strong..<br /><br />You keep me<br /><br />hangin'<br /><br />hangin'<br /><br />hangin'<br /><br />You keep my love SO strong......"<br /><br />The record got some major airplay in the house over the years. It became even MORE entertaining when Kristin and I figured out that if you put my electric record player on the Neutral setting - you could play the record at whatever speed your finger could spin the record. If you swung around the play arm - you could play it <span style="font-style: italic;">backwards.</span><br /><br />That's right! Al Gore may have invented the InterWeb, <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"><br /><br />but I invented record Scatchin'!</span><br /><br />It always turned into one of those events where an 8 and 7 year old are laughing so hard - their tummies hurt big time. And Mom would yell from the kitchen to <span style="font-weight: bold;">STOP WHATEVER WE ARE DOING</span> because it is sure to be <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">BAD</span> if we are laughing <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">that hard.</span><br /><br />I have searched for the record - but alas - it was a promo.<br /><br />A promo that never saw a dime -0<br /><br />So I think all 43 copies of the record are resting in landfills now. Sigh.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">UPDATE!!</span><br /><br />While I have never been on to rely on the kindness of [ internet] strangers, a visotr to my blog this week - Jo - correctly identified my long lost song!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20754930-4499973981722270402?l=motmyers.blogspot.com'/></div>Mothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563489121846810421noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20754930.post-14623168347410938452009-02-03T07:53:00.000-08:002009-02-03T07:56:24.310-08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Snuggy</span>!</span><br /></span><br /><br />I knew this was coming. Eric and I mock this every time we see it. Eric is threatening to buy a couple as Xmas gifts next year. I have an even better idea for next year - but I am keeping it under my hat.... for now. Sorry for the off color <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">language</span> - but it's funny and true.<br /><br /><br /><a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-06542086020764676 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/h05ZQ7WHw8Y&hl=en&fs=1"></a><a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-06542086020764676 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/h05ZQ7WHw8Y&hl=en&fs=1"></a><a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-06542086020764676 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/h05ZQ7WHw8Y&hl=en&fs=1"></a><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h05ZQ7WHw8Y&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h05ZQ7WHw8Y&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20754930-1462316834741093845?l=motmyers.blogspot.com'/></div>Mothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06563489121846810421noreply@blogger.com0