<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:31:12.487-08:00</updated><category term='Busch Gardens on St. Patty&apos;s day'/><title type='text'>Strange stories from Virginia</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-39530741088663707</id><published>2009-04-17T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T15:44:09.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old friends are the best</title><content type='html'>Old friends are the best and Marcy is one of my oldest.  She knows all of my dirty little secrets and she loves me anyway. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;We met Marcy, Bob, and their four kids in DC and stayed for the weekend.  Then they followed us home.  I think we were all a little concerned about 10 people in a 3 bedroom house, but it couldn't have gone smoother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed a lot, too much to write about.  Here are just a few of the highlights;&lt;br /&gt;    Bob and the hot sauce incident.&lt;br /&gt;    1st roller coaster ride.&lt;br /&gt;    Using 2 bottles of ketchup at one meal.&lt;br /&gt;    Digging for fossils in our back yard.&lt;br /&gt;    VIMS touch tank.&lt;br /&gt;    Creating wii characters of our guests.&lt;br /&gt;    Seeing the White House.&lt;br /&gt;    Riding the Metro during the Cherry Blossom Festival.&lt;br /&gt;    The look on Bob's face after going for a motorcycle ride.&lt;br /&gt;    The look on Krystal face when I came out the dressing room.  Her expression was priceless.  I didn't have to ask her how I looked.  It was a definite NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We miss you already.  Come back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/SejV33tpleI/AAAAAAAAAa0/XzKoX4sQaJ4/s1600-h/IMG_2298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/SejV33tpleI/AAAAAAAAAa0/XzKoX4sQaJ4/s400/IMG_2298.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325741715190552034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/SejV353KZUI/AAAAAAAAAas/fYXxhf0n9x4/s1600-h/100_4422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/SejV353KZUI/AAAAAAAAAas/fYXxhf0n9x4/s400/100_4422.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325741715767321922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-39530741088663707?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/39530741088663707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=39530741088663707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/39530741088663707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/39530741088663707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2009/04/old-friends-are-best.html' title='Old friends are the best'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/SejV33tpleI/AAAAAAAAAa0/XzKoX4sQaJ4/s72-c/IMG_2298.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-8328243047059108148</id><published>2009-03-20T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T16:12:02.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Aaaaaarmy training Sir"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/ScQFCOWqb9I/AAAAAAAAAaU/jtUVouRQPoM/s1600-h/IMG_2247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/ScQFCOWqb9I/AAAAAAAAAaU/jtUVouRQPoM/s400/IMG_2247.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315378995975057362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since most of my military knowledge comes from movies like "Stripes" and "Private Benjamin", it was cool to see the real thing.   My FC (Favorite Cousin), and his battalion have been training at Fort AP Hill, which is only about an hour from my home.   FYI, Fort AP Hill is a war training facility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen FC since GG pasted about three years ago.  We spent the first part of the visit catching up.  Then I got the grand tour.   There wasn't much to see.   I counted six or so white cinder block buildings.   The buildings were just as plain on the inside as they were on the outside.   I am considering turning them into HGTV for a makeover.  Next we took a drive around the base.  We made a quick stop at the artillery range.   I attached a video.   I hope it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experience was really cool and I felt privileged to go see FC and meet some of the men that work so hard and have given up so much for our country.   I don't think I could do what they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note.   The strangest thing about my visit was seeing FC in action.   As kids we ran around the farm and acted stupid together.   Since I don't know who will be reading this I wont be giving any details.   I don't want to undermine his authority.   You just have to trust me that we were good at being stupid and getting into trouble.   Now he is in command 800 men!    And I would like to add that he is good at it.   I could tell that his men not only respected him but they liked him too.  But whats not to like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again for inviting me.   Stay safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps  I could not get the video to work.  Try back later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-8328243047059108148?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/8328243047059108148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=8328243047059108148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/8328243047059108148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/8328243047059108148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2009/03/aaaaaarmy-training-sir.html' title='&quot;Aaaaaarmy training Sir&quot;'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/ScQFCOWqb9I/AAAAAAAAAaU/jtUVouRQPoM/s72-c/IMG_2247.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-5999899593278985338</id><published>2009-01-20T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T16:20:29.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chance of Snow, Snow Day</title><content type='html'>I thought all you snowbound Yankees would get a kick out of this.  I know I did.  Last night there was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chance&lt;/span&gt; of 3 to 5" of snow.  Before one snowflake fell the whole Eastern Seaboard went into lock down.  The grocery stores were stripped bare.  It was announced on the 11:00 news that schools, colleges, and some factories would be closed in the morning.  V-Dot was out all night putting brine on the roads.  The best part is we did not get any snow.  In fact I don't recall seeing a snow cloud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-5999899593278985338?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/5999899593278985338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=5999899593278985338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/5999899593278985338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/5999899593278985338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2009/01/chance-of-snow-snow-day.html' title='Chance of Snow, Snow Day'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-1101551473998162840</id><published>2008-12-24T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T07:59:31.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drill Baby Drill</title><content type='html'>Tuesday our well went dry.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday we called a plumber hoping it was the pump.  We weren't so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday we called a well digger and got and emergency well permit.&lt;br /&gt;Friday it rained all day.  Did you know you can't drill in the rain?  Either did I.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday the big drill rig sunk in the mud and had to be towed out.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is Holy Day.&lt;br /&gt;Monday we had a logging road put down so the trucks could get to the back yard. &lt;br /&gt;Monday night about 8:00 we had water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to take showers at the fitness center and our neighbor, Jerry, let us fill containers so we could flush.  It was interesting to say the least.  All in all it wasn't so bad.  Every time I got frustrated I would think of my family members who were going far worse situations and it helped keep things in perspective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-1101551473998162840?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/1101551473998162840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=1101551473998162840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/1101551473998162840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/1101551473998162840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/12/drill-baby-drill.html' title='Drill Baby Drill'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-4247403047393925971</id><published>2008-11-05T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:45:38.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Day For Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/SRHahHN8kbI/AAAAAAAAAZI/XLxbodSIlN4/s1600-h/IMG_2122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/SRHahHN8kbI/AAAAAAAAAZI/XLxbodSIlN4/s400/IMG_2122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265229701780902322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/SRHagjI90MI/AAAAAAAAAZA/uxz6KllW1Jc/s1600-h/IMG_2127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/SRHagjI90MI/AAAAAAAAAZA/uxz6KllW1Jc/s400/IMG_2127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265229692096336066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/SRHagULCveI/AAAAAAAAAY4/9KzmdNJivdM/s1600-h/IMG_2124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/SRHagULCveI/AAAAAAAAAY4/9KzmdNJivdM/s400/IMG_2124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265229688078515682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fun day.  Two of our favorite things, dogs and art.  Our local library sponsored a free art class "All Gestured Up with a Dog."  The artist, Kendra Wadsworth, was awesome.  But as you can see her assistant Cassie Mae stole the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat in on the class because the girls were   feeling shy that morning.  I'm glad I did because I enjoyed watching the children create.  They didn't stress out about what others think, staying in the lines, or what colors to use.  They we just happy to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class was made up of about 10 high school, middle school, and elementary school age kids.  Kendra did and excellent job of teaching to every age group.  The teens in the class were very polite and a great role model for the younger kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd love to see Kendra and Cassie Mae come back for more classes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-4247403047393925971?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/4247403047393925971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=4247403047393925971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/4247403047393925971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/4247403047393925971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/11/great-day-for-art.html' title='A Great Day For Art'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/SRHahHN8kbI/AAAAAAAAAZI/XLxbodSIlN4/s72-c/IMG_2122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-7397274410127694738</id><published>2008-11-04T13:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:34:08.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going For Gold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/SRC-K37exeI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Jk2Lie_0Wnk/s1600-h/halloween+2008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/SRC-K37exeI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Jk2Lie_0Wnk/s400/halloween+2008+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264917058417509858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Katie and I won best couple at a Halloween party last weekend.  We were dressed as gold metal synchronized swimmers.  We had a lot of fun putting this costume together.  My favorite part is the vintage swim caps Katie found on line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-7397274410127694738?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/7397274410127694738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=7397274410127694738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/7397274410127694738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/7397274410127694738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/11/going-for-gold.html' title='Going For Gold'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/SRC-K37exeI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Jk2Lie_0Wnk/s72-c/halloween+2008+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-84223739819187970</id><published>2008-10-20T06:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T06:57:57.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalk Fest '08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/SPyLdvmW9yI/AAAAAAAAAPk/LpLa5Lfs9N8/s1600-h/IMG_1781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/SPyLdvmW9yI/AAAAAAAAAPk/LpLa5Lfs9N8/s400/IMG_1781.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259231807971718946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/SPyLd1wcuyI/AAAAAAAAAPs/J2Sfqjjv08w/s1600-h/IMG_1788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/SPyLd1wcuyI/AAAAAAAAAPs/J2Sfqjjv08w/s400/IMG_1788.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259231809624652578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Better late than never.  I am so far behind on my posts that I can't remember if Goo (Goo is a nick name her best friend gave her) got 2nd or 3rd place.  Bad mommy.  She won 2 movie tickets with popcorn and drinks, plus one free art class of her choice at the Bay School for the Arts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-84223739819187970?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/84223739819187970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=84223739819187970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/84223739819187970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/84223739819187970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/10/chalk-fest-08.html' title='Chalk Fest &apos;08'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/SPyLdvmW9yI/AAAAAAAAAPk/LpLa5Lfs9N8/s72-c/IMG_1781.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-5685816835388107745</id><published>2008-10-13T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T05:51:59.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neptune Fest 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/SPNSLsyBThI/AAAAAAAAAPU/1_XTdTUR7u0/s1600-h/IMG_2058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/SPNSLsyBThI/AAAAAAAAAPU/1_XTdTUR7u0/s400/IMG_2058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256635551024500242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/SPNSL42lEoI/AAAAAAAAAPc/DxD_z5M6fIE/s1600-h/IMG_2080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/SPNSL42lEoI/AAAAAAAAAPc/DxD_z5M6fIE/s400/IMG_2080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256635554264846978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the other kid's birthday we went back to VB just to hangout.  We were all very surprised to see that the sandcastles from Neptune Fest were still intact.  The week of the fest we had a nor easter come through.  It lasted 3 to 4 days and had sustained winds of 60 miles per hour.  Not exactly sandcastle weather. You can see more at these  links.&lt;a href="file:///Users/Tony/Desktop/davidnotes.com:2008:09:30:neptune-festival-2:.webloc"&gt;file:///Users/Tony/Desktop/davidnotes.com:2008:09:30:neptune-festival-2:.webloc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="file:///Users/Tony/Desktop/www.metacafe.com:.webloc"&gt;file:///Users/Tony/Desktop/www.metacafe.com:.webloc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-5685816835388107745?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/5685816835388107745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=5685816835388107745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/5685816835388107745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/5685816835388107745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/10/neptune-fest-2008.html' title='Neptune Fest 2008'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/SPNSLsyBThI/AAAAAAAAAPU/1_XTdTUR7u0/s72-c/IMG_2058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-6379872672611147568</id><published>2008-10-06T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:34:57.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Wishes Can Come True</title><content type='html'>My #1 recently celebrated her 11th birthday.  Some of you may not know this but she is a huge Billy Idol fan.  So, what could be better than getting tickets to a Billy Idol concert for your birthday?  How about going to see him on your birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy came to Virginia Beach, and preformed right on the beach.  The sponsors,Beach Street USA, set up a full size stage right on the beach.  We were able to get about 30 feet from the stage.  We all had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how we'll ever top this birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps  we met a photographer at the concert and she forwarded us some pics from the big night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="file:///Users/Tony/Desktop/flickr.com:photos:ragefoto.webloc"&gt;file:///Users/Tony/Desktop/flickr.com:photos:ragefoto.webloc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-6379872672611147568?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/6379872672611147568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=6379872672611147568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/6379872672611147568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/6379872672611147568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/10/birthday-wishes-can-come-true.html' title='Birthday Wishes Can Come True'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-786318577620475588</id><published>2008-09-26T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T08:20:51.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on line</title><content type='html'>I have been having technical difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;Please stand by for new posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-786318577620475588?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/786318577620475588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=786318577620475588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/786318577620475588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/786318577620475588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-on-line.html' title='Back on line'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-5794018020922008792</id><published>2008-02-25T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:32:39.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As the Nest Turns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/R8NdXrz_51I/AAAAAAAAAPM/IT89f2W9J-g/s1600-h/IMG_1536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/R8NdXrz_51I/AAAAAAAAAPM/IT89f2W9J-g/s400/IMG_1536.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171079458630657874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the eagles for a year my Mom and I finally made the trip over to the Norfolk Botanical Gardens.  It was a little chilly and over cast, but not too bad.  We could see the nest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt;, and the female resting on a branch.  We watched from the ground for a few minutes, then went up into the observation tower.   It was so cool to be there in person instead of looking at a small video screen on my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Channel 13 did an update story, here's the link.   It's a must see.  Let us know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.wvec.com/video/topvideo-index.html?nvid=221426&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the link doesn't work copy and paste into your browser.&lt;br /&gt;Wait for the fat dog bit to finish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-5794018020922008792?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/5794018020922008792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=5794018020922008792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/5794018020922008792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/5794018020922008792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/02/as-nest-turns.html' title='As the Nest Turns'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/R8NdXrz_51I/AAAAAAAAAPM/IT89f2W9J-g/s72-c/IMG_1536.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-1079156756586857367</id><published>2008-02-18T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T16:08:52.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eagle Update</title><content type='html'>http://www.wvec.com/video/topvideo-index.html?nvid=219190&amp;amp;shu=1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a link to the local news story about the eagles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-1079156756586857367?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/1079156756586857367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=1079156756586857367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/1079156756586857367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/1079156756586857367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/02/eagle-update.html' title='Eagle Update'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-5601836934308020093</id><published>2008-02-17T17:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T17:20:58.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Eagles are in Distress</title><content type='html'>Last Spring we were on the edge of our seats as we watched three eagles hatch and fledge their nest.  It was awesome!  This year the Eagle Cam has recorded the eagles build a new nest and lay three new eggs.  I just read that our eagles were attacked by a third eagle.  They were forced to leave the nest for long periods of time.  It is not know if the eggs are still viable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read more and see a slide show of the attack at www.wvec.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-5601836934308020093?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/5601836934308020093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=5601836934308020093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/5601836934308020093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/5601836934308020093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/02/our-eagles-are-in-distress.html' title='Our Eagles are in Distress'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-1701232231919823206</id><published>2008-02-05T13:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:32:39.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's our girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/R6jVHbXDsxI/AAAAAAAAAO0/f3hTl0yM0WM/s1600-h/IMG_1409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/R6jVHbXDsxI/AAAAAAAAAO0/f3hTl0yM0WM/s320/IMG_1409.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163611296360542994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She did it again!  The 5th graders were all asked to design an anti smoking t-shirt.  You are looking at the winner!!!!  It says "Don't Smoke.  When you do you kill."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to see the details.  If you look closely you will see that these aren't just any old ground squirrels, they are thirteen line ground squirrels.  You will also see that the words "don't smoke" have fire on them.  My favorite part is the baby.   She is so cute.   She is covering her eyes because the entrance to her home is filled with cigarette butts and the ground is also littered with cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click photo enlarge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her message is clear.  Smoking not only hurts the smoker, it hurts everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To order please send $19.95 in a self addressed stamped envelope (sase) to.... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-1701232231919823206?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/1701232231919823206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=1701232231919823206' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/1701232231919823206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/1701232231919823206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/02/thats-our-girl.html' title='That&apos;s our girl!'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/R6jVHbXDsxI/AAAAAAAAAO0/f3hTl0yM0WM/s72-c/IMG_1409.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-4523257752362685206</id><published>2008-02-03T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:32:40.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our new favorite place</title><content type='html'>Over Christmas break we went to the Virginia Air and Space Center.  We bought a season pass so any and everyone who comes to visit this year can count on dropping in.  There is an ice skating ring, an Imax theater, and lots of flight simulators, just to name a few things.  I also found out that I only weight 7 lbs. on Pluto.  Maybe I'll try to get weight wathchers to have a meeting there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a total blast, and have even been back for a second visit.  We are planning our next visit soon because Jelly Belly is sponsoring a traveling exhibit called "Candy Unwrapped." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/R6ZH_bXDsuI/AAAAAAAAAOc/de24xTios2M/s1600-h/IMG_1372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/R6ZH_bXDsuI/AAAAAAAAAOc/de24xTios2M/s320/IMG_1372.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162893177828651746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/R6ZH_7XDsvI/AAAAAAAAAOk/HoEfL9RSpm4/s1600-h/IMG_1395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/R6ZH_7XDsvI/AAAAAAAAAOk/HoEfL9RSpm4/s320/IMG_1395.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162893186418586354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/R6ZIDbXDswI/AAAAAAAAAOs/QPACxjx8TVk/s1600-h/IMG_1404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/R6ZIDbXDswI/AAAAAAAAAOs/QPACxjx8TVk/s320/IMG_1404.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162893246548128514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-4523257752362685206?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/4523257752362685206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=4523257752362685206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/4523257752362685206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/4523257752362685206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2008/02/our-new-favorite-place.html' title='Our new favorite place'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/R6ZH_bXDsuI/AAAAAAAAAOc/de24xTios2M/s72-c/IMG_1372.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-2327332823937547331</id><published>2007-12-21T20:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:32:41.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIGFOOT IN GLOUCESTER?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/R2yQ0EmBXtI/AAAAAAAAAN8/7cpAVNfq5b8/s1600-h/IMG_1286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/R2yQ0EmBXtI/AAAAAAAAAN8/7cpAVNfq5b8/s320/IMG_1286.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146647698438446802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/R2yQ0kmBXuI/AAAAAAAAAOE/OnsNGkrU2WM/s1600-h/BIGFOOT1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/R2yQ0kmBXuI/AAAAAAAAAOE/OnsNGkrU2WM/s320/BIGFOOT1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146647707028381410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Click photo to enlarge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/R2yQ00mBXvI/AAAAAAAAAOM/7bqz2eiSbso/s1600-h/IMG_1284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/R2yQ00mBXvI/AAAAAAAAAOM/7bqz2eiSbso/s320/IMG_1284.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146647711323348722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/R2yQ00mBXwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/BIOMq7cMphg/s1600-h/WAWA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/R2yQ00mBXwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/BIOMq7cMphg/s320/WAWA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146647711323348738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the actual photo of the WaWa in question.  This is an artists rendering of the sighting.  Who knew that Bigfoot is a live and well and living in Gloucester?  We are not alone......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-2327332823937547331?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/2327332823937547331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=2327332823937547331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/2327332823937547331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/2327332823937547331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2007/12/bigfoot-in-gloucester.html' title='BIGFOOT IN GLOUCESTER?'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/R2yQ0EmBXtI/AAAAAAAAAN8/7cpAVNfq5b8/s72-c/IMG_1286.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-1824537327587817561</id><published>2007-12-16T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T15:11:23.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>COMING SOON!</title><content type='html'>Our best Strange Stories blog update ever!  I am gathering information as you read this.  This one is going to get hairy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-1824537327587817561?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/1824537327587817561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=1824537327587817561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/1824537327587817561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/1824537327587817561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2007/12/coming-soon.html' title='COMING SOON!'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-8966284992744348178</id><published>2007-10-20T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T16:54:46.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got the joy joy joy joy.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nothing brings me more joy that finding a great deal. &lt;br /&gt;My motto is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"retail is for suckers."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Peebles had a one day only sale and this is what I got;&lt;br /&gt;    3 shirts @ $18.00 each&lt;br /&gt;    1 shirt/jacket @ $22.00&lt;br /&gt;    1 pair of capris @ $36.00&lt;br /&gt;                &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;    1 pair of capris @ $50.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retail price $162.00.&lt;br /&gt;I spent $17.32.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. &lt;br /&gt;I got 6 items for less than the price of one.&lt;br /&gt;Damn I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-8966284992744348178?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/8966284992744348178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=8966284992744348178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/8966284992744348178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/8966284992744348178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2007/10/ive-got-joy-joy-joy-joy.html' title='I&apos;ve got the joy joy joy joy.....'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-2320563092584071043</id><published>2007-10-17T14:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:32:42.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some rules are meant to be broken.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RxZ4vogouEI/AAAAAAAAANc/3hUEFyqd3I4/s1600-h/IMG_1121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RxZ4vogouEI/AAAAAAAAANc/3hUEFyqd3I4/s320/IMG_1121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122414385904007234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have been trying to enjoy our last few weekends at Busch Gardens before it closes for the winter.  We all love  to ride the coasters, especially Anna.  There are three big coasters that she has not been able to ride, Apollo's Chariot, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alpengueist&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Alpine&lt;/span&gt; Ghost, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;help me out FG&lt;/span&gt;), and Griffon.  It's been hard for her to watch everyone having fun while she waits.  That was until now.  I wont go into the details of how it came to be but Anna got to ride Apollo's and Alpine Ghost.  As you can see by her giant smiles she loved every second of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RxZ4wIgouFI/AAAAAAAAANk/1orJzTNEFRY/s1600-h/IMG_1134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RxZ4wIgouFI/AAAAAAAAANk/1orJzTNEFRY/s320/IMG_1134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122414394493941842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-2320563092584071043?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/2320563092584071043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=2320563092584071043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/2320563092584071043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/2320563092584071043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2007/10/some-rules-are-meant-to-be-broken.html' title='Some rules are meant to be broken.'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RxZ4vogouEI/AAAAAAAAANc/3hUEFyqd3I4/s72-c/IMG_1121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-2305529792029380310</id><published>2007-10-11T16:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:32:43.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rw6xBogouDI/AAAAAAAAANU/W-qFgGwNOGk/s1600-h/IMG_1014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rw6xBogouDI/AAAAAAAAANU/W-qFgGwNOGk/s320/IMG_1014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120224467979122738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why didn't the skeleton go to the ball?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because he didn't have any "body" to go with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why was the ghost wearing a bra?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To hold up her booooo-bies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why wouldn't the skeleton cross the road?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because he didn't have any guts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where do baby ghosts go for the day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The dayscare center.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who did Frankenstien take to the party?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;His ghoul friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you call it when a ghost makes a mistake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A boo boo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;How do you fix a broken pumpkin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With a pumpkin patch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is a monsters favorite treat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ghoul scout cookies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is a mummies favorite type of music?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wrap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoyed our jokes.&lt;br /&gt;These pic's are from Hallow-Scream at Busch Gardens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rw6wQIgouBI/AAAAAAAAANE/4QfS3Bz5P60/s1600-h/IMG_1006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rw6wQIgouBI/AAAAAAAAANE/4QfS3Bz5P60/s320/IMG_1006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120223617575598098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rw6wQYgouCI/AAAAAAAAANM/_tA18Febi7Y/s1600-h/IMG_1015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rw6wQYgouCI/AAAAAAAAANM/_tA18Febi7Y/s320/IMG_1015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120223621870565410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-2305529792029380310?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/2305529792029380310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=2305529792029380310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/2305529792029380310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/2305529792029380310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rw6xBogouDI/AAAAAAAAANU/W-qFgGwNOGk/s72-c/IMG_1014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-8637322603228138866</id><published>2007-10-11T08:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:32:44.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Student of the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rw5CEYgouAI/AAAAAAAAAM8/yXbgOE09qbo/s1600-h/IMG_0970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rw5CEYgouAI/AAAAAAAAAM8/yXbgOE09qbo/s320/IMG_0970.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120102469433079810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Congratulations to Anna!  She was chosen to be student of the week.  These are all of the cool things she got to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; she filled out a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;questionnaire&lt;/span&gt; about herself and made a poster with this picture.          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; she shared her poster with the class and had to answer any questions they had.       &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; she brought in three pictures of her choice and had to tell why they are so             important to her. &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; she got to pick three friends from any third grade class and have lunch with them     in the classroom. &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; she gets to bring a favorite thing to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three pics she chose were Kipper's first bath, family at Lake MI, VA Beach with friends, and I put a fourth pic of Anna in the snow.  We really miss the snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-8637322603228138866?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/8637322603228138866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=8637322603228138866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/8637322603228138866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/8637322603228138866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2007/10/student-of-week.html' title='Student of the week'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rw5CEYgouAI/AAAAAAAAAM8/yXbgOE09qbo/s72-c/IMG_0970.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-2916943940160041221</id><published>2007-09-28T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:32:44.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't live in a bubble forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rv1tjogot_I/AAAAAAAAAM0/AXuz-uyHqu4/s1600-h/DSCN0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rv1tjogot_I/AAAAAAAAAM0/AXuz-uyHqu4/s320/DSCN0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115365210699905010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's right.  I am finally taking the leap and reentering society.  I will be the first one to admit that I have been keeping to myself since we have moved.   I guess it was my own way of self protecting.  Denial would be another way to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first step was joining the PTA.   My second step was looking for work.   There are so many people hiring here it was easy to find something that was flexible enough for me.   Lastly, I accepted a part time job at the Wellness and Fitness Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start on Tuesday.  I will be giving tours and keeping the guests happy.   I think I'll be good at  that.   It's part time and the pay sucks but I get a free membership and T and the girls are almost free.   If you figure in the cost of a full family membership it's a great paying job.   The best part is they have an full size pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-2916943940160041221?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/2916943940160041221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=2916943940160041221' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/2916943940160041221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/2916943940160041221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-finally-burst-my-bubble.html' title='I can&apos;t live in a bubble forever'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rv1tjogot_I/AAAAAAAAAM0/AXuz-uyHqu4/s72-c/DSCN0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-7072236579790269420</id><published>2007-09-22T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:32:44.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Tony and  Chuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RvVLpogot9I/AAAAAAAAAMk/in3TKpX1Zro/s1600-h/IMG_0085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RvVLpogot9I/AAAAAAAAAMk/in3TKpX1Zro/s320/IMG_0085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113076130570090450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RvVLp4got-I/AAAAAAAAAMs/tgs17GgmZ8M/s1600-h/IMG_0088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RvVLp4got-I/AAAAAAAAAMs/tgs17GgmZ8M/s320/IMG_0088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113076134865057762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't think I could do it but I did.  Chuck asked me to bake him a naked lady cake for his birthday  party.  He didn't know about my mad skills.  But as you can see she isn't naked.  At the final hour Chuck chickened out and I had to put a pink bikini on her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-7072236579790269420?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/7072236579790269420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=7072236579790269420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/7072236579790269420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/7072236579790269420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-birthday-tony-and-chuck.html' title='Happy Birthday Tony and  Chuck'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RvVLpogot9I/AAAAAAAAAMk/in3TKpX1Zro/s72-c/IMG_0085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-7942686167672933124</id><published>2007-08-22T14:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:32:45.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cigarettes and Guns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rsytrtm7piI/AAAAAAAAAMM/D6fgp1yxfTA/s1600-h/IMG_0563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rsytrtm7piI/AAAAAAAAAMM/D6fgp1yxfTA/s320/IMG_0563.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101643444392797730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where else but Virginia?  Two of the most controversial topics in America are gun control and smoking.  Now you can get them both at the same store.  One stop shopping at its best.  I haven't been in this store, but from what I have been able to gather guns and cigs are pretty much the only inventory they stock.  I'm not even sure if they sell lottery tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This store was part of the inspiration for the title of our blog, along with a few other strange things we've seen down here.  The actual title came from a visit to the Jamestown Settlement.  The museum had a newspaper that was titled Strange News From Virginia.  The paper was published to get people interested in the new world.  It seemed a perfect fit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-7942686167672933124?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/7942686167672933124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=7942686167672933124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/7942686167672933124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/7942686167672933124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2007/08/cigarettes-and-guns.html' title='Cigarettes and Guns'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rsytrtm7piI/AAAAAAAAAMM/D6fgp1yxfTA/s72-c/IMG_0563.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-8019473411176402379</id><published>2007-08-20T10:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:32:45.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>With signs like these...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RsnO3Nm7phI/AAAAAAAAAME/SO4jdxO-Aw0/s1600-h/IMG_0835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RsnO3Nm7phI/AAAAAAAAAME/SO4jdxO-Aw0/s320/IMG_0835.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100835500914877970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I always thought I had a good sense of direction.  As a kid my Mom taught me to read maps,  and calculate mileage on all of our long trips to Ohio and Arizona.  That all changed when we moved to Virginia.  Even after a year I still can't seem to get my inner compass in gear.  North isn't north it's more west and south isn't south it's more like east.  It's like I've got some  strange new form of directional dyslexia.  And with signs like this it's no wonder.  Does anyone have an idea how long it takes to get your barrings?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-8019473411176402379?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/8019473411176402379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=8019473411176402379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/8019473411176402379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/8019473411176402379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2007/08/with-signs-like-these.html' title='With signs like these...'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RsnO3Nm7phI/AAAAAAAAAME/SO4jdxO-Aw0/s72-c/IMG_0835.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-1980712911539403094</id><published>2007-08-16T10:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:32:46.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's more than one way to catch a crab</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RsSVUdm7pgI/AAAAAAAAAL8/t_5QCv-Gwdw/s1600-h/IMG_0859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RsSVUdm7pgI/AAAAAAAAAL8/t_5QCv-Gwdw/s320/IMG_0859.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099364856868087298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RsSQGNm7pbI/AAAAAAAAALU/dEMYiSrj7v8/s1600-h/IMG_0864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RsSQGNm7pbI/AAAAAAAAALU/dEMYiSrj7v8/s320/IMG_0864.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099359114496812466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now that we are experts on the blue crab our friend Chuck took us crabbin', old school.  All you need is a chicken leg and a long piece of string.  Tie the string to the leg, toss it into the river and wait.  When you feel a tug slowly, and I mean slowly, pull it in.  You can feel the crab pulling on the line, so if it lets go you wait until it grabs on again and start pulling.  There is a small learning curve but it was fun.  I actually caught two crabs at one time.  Gracie got two also and Anna wasn't interested.  It was too hot and buggy for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week my friends Diane, Emily, and Brendan came to visit and we tried a more advanced technique.  I bought a crab net at Wal Mart for $3 and a package of chicken legs.   This time we went to the fishing pier at the YR.  All you need to do is tie the chicken to the inside of the net, lower it into the water and wait.  We would play in the water for about 20 min, then run over to the pier and pull up the line.  We caught about 5 or 6 total.  My favorite part was letting them go and watching them scurry back into the water.  We keep hearing how delicious they are but I can't bring myself to cook or eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RsSQG9m7pdI/AAAAAAAAALk/05kNw7C4Hms/s1600-h/IMG_0886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RsSQG9m7pdI/AAAAAAAAALk/05kNw7C4Hms/s320/IMG_0886.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099359127381714386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RsSQG9m7peI/AAAAAAAAALs/3wdm2FDCW4c/s1600-h/IMG_0888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RsSQG9m7peI/AAAAAAAAALs/3wdm2FDCW4c/s320/IMG_0888.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099359127381714402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RsSQHdm7pfI/AAAAAAAAAL0/4pnO4gFeXLU/s1600-h/IMG_0893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RsSQHdm7pfI/AAAAAAAAAL0/4pnO4gFeXLU/s320/IMG_0893.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099359135971649010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-1980712911539403094?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/1980712911539403094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=1980712911539403094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/1980712911539403094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/1980712911539403094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2007/08/theres-more-than-one-way-to-catch-crab.html' title='There&apos;s more than one way to catch a crab'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RsSVUdm7pgI/AAAAAAAAAL8/t_5QCv-Gwdw/s72-c/IMG_0859.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-4878456102764079202</id><published>2007-08-16T10:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:32:48.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun and Educational</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RsSIWtm7pXI/AAAAAAAAAK0/f1UwSn7L5_w/s1600-h/IMG_0838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RsSIWtm7pXI/AAAAAAAAAK0/f1UwSn7L5_w/s320/IMG_0838.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099350601871631730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;VIMS&lt;/span&gt;/W&amp;M (Virginia Institute of Marine Science, College of William and Mary), has great programs for kids.  This one was about the blue crab.  The scientific name is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;callinectes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sapidus&lt;/span&gt;, which translates to beautiful swimmer.  There were art projects, babies to handle, we learned about tagging and conserving, life cycles, mating, and more.  We even got to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dissect&lt;/span&gt; one.  One cool thing I learned is that the females have red claws like nail polish.  If you want more info go to www.bluecrab.info.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RsSIW9m7pYI/AAAAAAAAAK8/46mcH-AU9ZI/s1600-h/IMG_0841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RsSIW9m7pYI/AAAAAAAAAK8/46mcH-AU9ZI/s320/IMG_0841.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099350606166599042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RsSIXNm7pZI/AAAAAAAAALE/X_H9gELKiOQ/s1600-h/IMG_0849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RsSIXNm7pZI/AAAAAAAAALE/X_H9gELKiOQ/s320/IMG_0849.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099350610461566354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RsSIXdm7paI/AAAAAAAAALM/iJFMcmlxOlA/s1600-h/IMG_0855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RsSIXdm7paI/AAAAAAAAALM/iJFMcmlxOlA/s320/IMG_0855.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099350614756533666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-4878456102764079202?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/4878456102764079202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=4878456102764079202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/4878456102764079202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/4878456102764079202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2007/08/fun-and-educational.html' title='Fun and Educational'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RsSIWtm7pXI/AAAAAAAAAK0/f1UwSn7L5_w/s72-c/IMG_0838.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-3919332126259558689</id><published>2007-08-15T13:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:32:48.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hummingbird</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RsNgJZi-3II/AAAAAAAAAJs/YeThaqUHkQE/s1600-h/IMG_0894.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;While my Mom was visiting she cleaned and filled our hummingbird feeder.   It is cool watching them feed.  I never knew how territorial they are.  While one is feeding an other will dive bomb it.  It happens so fast if you blink you'll miss it.  It's like watching a WWII dog fight.   It's good clean fun for the whole family.  You can purchase a feeder for about $5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how to make your own nectar:&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup sugar &lt;br /&gt;1 cup water&lt;br /&gt;Boil water first then measure and add sugar.&lt;br /&gt;Let cool and store excess in refrigerator until ready to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RsNgJZi-3II/AAAAAAAAAJs/YeThaqUHkQE/s1600-h/IMG_0894.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RsNgJZi-3II/AAAAAAAAAJs/YeThaqUHkQE/s320/IMG_0894.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099024917706235010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-3919332126259558689?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/3919332126259558689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=3919332126259558689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/3919332126259558689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/3919332126259558689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2007/08/hummingbird.html' title='Hummingbird'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RsNgJZi-3II/AAAAAAAAAJs/YeThaqUHkQE/s72-c/IMG_0894.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-5199358275449183150</id><published>2007-08-06T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T15:11:30.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes Virginia, there really are blueberries in Virginia</title><content type='html'>Of course they are not half as good as Michigan blueberries, but desperate times call for desperate measures.  We went picking on Friday and since then we have been making all kinds of yummy treats.  First we made turn-overs with a cream cheese filling.  Next Gracie made us BB pancakes for lunch.  Tony didn't want pancakes he wanted french toast so Mom found a recipe for BB sauce.  It was so awesome!  And easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blueberry Sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup  sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbsp.  cornstarch&lt;br /&gt;1/8 tsp.  salt&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup water&lt;br /&gt;1 cup   blueberries&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp.  lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp.  finely grated lemon peal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine sugar, salt, and cornstarch in a 1-quart microwaveable dish.  Stir in water.  Add blueberries.  Cover with vented plastic wrap.  Microwave on HIGH for 3 1/2 to 5 minutes or until mixture has boiled for at least 1 minute.  Stir in lemon juice and peel.  Makes 1 cup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-5199358275449183150?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/5199358275449183150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=5199358275449183150' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/5199358275449183150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/5199358275449183150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2007/08/yes-virginia-there-really-are.html' title='Yes Virginia, there really are blueberries in Virginia'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-5111136752148914536</id><published>2007-07-16T08:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:32:48.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did anyone see the movie Slither?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RpuOixDbLTI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8_fgT4XgOXE/s1600-h/IMG_0815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RpuOixDbLTI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8_fgT4XgOXE/s320/IMG_0815.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087816931979504946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RpuOjBDbLUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/aJO7SYt66Sw/s1600-h/IMG_0817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RpuOjBDbLUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/aJO7SYt66Sw/s320/IMG_0817.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087816936274472258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RpuOjRDbLVI/AAAAAAAAAJk/A-vU6C0oGM0/s1600-h/IMG_0818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RpuOjRDbLVI/AAAAAAAAAJk/A-vU6C0oGM0/s320/IMG_0818.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087816940569439570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is too gross to talk about, but I had to show you.   I hope you enjoyed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-5111136752148914536?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/5111136752148914536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=5111136752148914536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/5111136752148914536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/5111136752148914536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2007/07/did-anyone-see-movie-slither.html' title='Did anyone see the movie Slither?'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RpuOixDbLTI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8_fgT4XgOXE/s72-c/IMG_0815.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-6971073121743040044</id><published>2007-07-16T07:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:32:50.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prehistoric remains in our own backyard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RpuFrhDbLPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/3Whw-8JRVoE/s1600-h/IMG_0799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RpuFrhDbLPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/3Whw-8JRVoE/s320/IMG_0799.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087807186698710258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A couple of million years ago or so Virginia was covered by the Atlantic Ocean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years back a boy that lived in our home town was digging in his backyard and found a prehistoric vertebrae from a whale.  Armed with this information we grabbed a bucket and a few shovels and headed down to the mostly dry river bed in our backyard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found all kinds of cool shells, corals, and barnacles.  Our friend Lexus found two shells more that 6 inches wide.  Imagine our excitement when I found what looked like a petrified fish.  (see photo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After washing everything we discovered that the fish was actually a piece of wood that had eroded in a way that looked like fins and scales. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad doesn't think it looks like a fish but the girls and I do.  What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time we head out we will bring more buckets, bug spray, and the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RpuFrxDbLQI/AAAAAAAAAI8/a8uuJTiMiXI/s1600-h/IMG_0802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RpuFrxDbLQI/AAAAAAAAAI8/a8uuJTiMiXI/s320/IMG_0802.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087807190993677570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RpuFsBDbLRI/AAAAAAAAAJE/SpeOLC2F7xQ/s1600-h/IMG_0804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RpuFsBDbLRI/AAAAAAAAAJE/SpeOLC2F7xQ/s320/IMG_0804.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087807195288644882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RpuFsRDbLSI/AAAAAAAAAJM/_i8Eae898M4/s1600-h/IMG_0806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RpuFsRDbLSI/AAAAAAAAAJM/_i8Eae898M4/s320/IMG_0806.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087807199583612194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-6971073121743040044?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/6971073121743040044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=6971073121743040044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/6971073121743040044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/6971073121743040044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2007/07/prehistoric-remains-in-our-own-backyard.html' title='Prehistoric remains in our own backyard'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RpuFrhDbLPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/3Whw-8JRVoE/s72-c/IMG_0799.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-6535173634259392959</id><published>2007-07-16T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:32:51.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lather, Rinse, Repeat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RpuCJxDbLLI/AAAAAAAAAIU/LZfXt98yJtE/s1600-h/IMG_0782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RpuCJxDbLLI/AAAAAAAAAIU/LZfXt98yJtE/s320/IMG_0782.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087803308343241906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How many girls does it take to give Kipper a bath?  Yikes!  What a mess.  I don't know if Kipper will ever recover from this.  At least the girls enjoyed it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RpuCKBDbLMI/AAAAAAAAAIc/HNZi9rhusBw/s1600-h/IMG_0784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RpuCKBDbLMI/AAAAAAAAAIc/HNZi9rhusBw/s320/IMG_0784.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087803312638209218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RpuCKBDbLNI/AAAAAAAAAIk/89F5NcI4ue4/s1600-h/IMG_0786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RpuCKBDbLNI/AAAAAAAAAIk/89F5NcI4ue4/s320/IMG_0786.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087803312638209234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RpuCKhDbLOI/AAAAAAAAAIs/V-3DgXR9dIA/s1600-h/IMG_0787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RpuCKhDbLOI/AAAAAAAAAIs/V-3DgXR9dIA/s320/IMG_0787.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087803321228143842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-6535173634259392959?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/6535173634259392959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=6535173634259392959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/6535173634259392959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/6535173634259392959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2007/07/lather-rinse-repeat.html' title='Lather, Rinse, Repeat'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RpuCJxDbLLI/AAAAAAAAAIU/LZfXt98yJtE/s72-c/IMG_0782.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-7138318559037530437</id><published>2007-07-11T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:32:52.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Three Amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RpTvgYZi_SI/AAAAAAAAAHc/L2y1a__4KsQ/s1600-h/IMG_0769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RpTvgYZi_SI/AAAAAAAAAHc/L2y1a__4KsQ/s320/IMG_0769.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085953218792586530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls best friend from back home came to visit last week.  It was just like olden times.  The girls were like peas and carrots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lots of fun things planned but vetoed them all to spend the majority of our time at the beach.   The girls have mastered the boogie board and I get the feeling surf boards are in our future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We already miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Toot toot, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;loggin&lt;/span&gt;' out with a cherry on top!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RpTvgoZi_TI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7BDctEifcKc/s1600-h/IMG_0771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RpTvgoZi_TI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7BDctEifcKc/s320/IMG_0771.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085953223087553842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RpTvgoZi_UI/AAAAAAAAAHs/iHdb8yxzccE/s1600-h/IMG_0756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RpTvgoZi_UI/AAAAAAAAAHs/iHdb8yxzccE/s320/IMG_0756.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085953223087553858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-7138318559037530437?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/7138318559037530437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=7138318559037530437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/7138318559037530437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/7138318559037530437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2007/07/three-amigos.html' title='The Three Amigos'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RpTvgYZi_SI/AAAAAAAAAHc/L2y1a__4KsQ/s72-c/IMG_0769.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-4674555645451859946</id><published>2007-07-01T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:32:52.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rofm2oZi_OI/AAAAAAAAAG8/OXD_xdZu698/s1600-h/IMG_0731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rofm2oZi_OI/AAAAAAAAAG8/OXD_xdZu698/s320/IMG_0731.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082284530742787298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been just over one year since we moved down here and during that time we have been trying and trying to see the George P. Coleman Bridge open.  We have had a lot of close calls and finally got our chance on  Friday afternoon.  The ship is coming from the Naval Weapons Station in York County.  We are all curious about what weapons are on board and where they are going.  No one tells me anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rofm2oZi_PI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9SMOJnnGBsU/s1600-h/IMG_0732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rofm2oZi_PI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9SMOJnnGBsU/s320/IMG_0732.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082284530742787314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rofm24Zi_QI/AAAAAAAAAHM/iDSWLDtC1bc/s1600-h/IMG_0733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rofm24Zi_QI/AAAAAAAAAHM/iDSWLDtC1bc/s320/IMG_0733.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082284535037754626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rofm24Zi_RI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2VTmd16UIN0/s1600-h/IMG_0734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rofm24Zi_RI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2VTmd16UIN0/s320/IMG_0734.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082284535037754642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-4674555645451859946?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/4674555645451859946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=4674555645451859946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/4674555645451859946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/4674555645451859946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2007/07/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rofm2oZi_OI/AAAAAAAAAG8/OXD_xdZu698/s72-c/IMG_0731.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-7720490802126757208</id><published>2007-06-22T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:32:53.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Eric?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RnvkytT6YXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/KqQMbV2VbIw/s1600-h/IMG_0672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RnvkytT6YXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/KqQMbV2VbIw/s320/IMG_0672.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078904564598071666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Julie and her husband, what's his name again?  Oh yeah, Eric, stopped by for a short visit on their way home from SC.  Any time Eric's name was mentioned the girls would say in unison, "Who's Eric?".  I don't know what their deal was they know Eric, we've been to their home, cottage without walls (the dock), and out to eat with the family countless times.  But he now holds a special place in their heart and mine, while at VB he treated everyone to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DQ&lt;/span&gt;.  Yummy!  I was too busy enjoying my ice cream to document with photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We only had one full day to hang out so we spent it at the aquarium and beach, two of our favorite places.  I think Eric and Faye enjoyed the touch tank the most.  It was cute watching them together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rnvky9T6YYI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ZYFqMKzTpi4/s1600-h/IMG_0690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rnvky9T6YYI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ZYFqMKzTpi4/s320/IMG_0690.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078904568893038978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rnvky9T6YZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/VKfAM2TDehM/s1600-h/IMG_0715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rnvky9T6YZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/VKfAM2TDehM/s320/IMG_0715.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078904568893038994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RnvkzNT6YaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/M6GawJDfGBo/s1600-h/IMG_0716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RnvkzNT6YaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/M6GawJDfGBo/s320/IMG_0716.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078904573188006306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RnvkzdT6YbI/AAAAAAAAAG0/62aj5kHhUPI/s1600-h/IMG_0721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RnvkzdT6YbI/AAAAAAAAAG0/62aj5kHhUPI/s320/IMG_0721.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078904577482973618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water was awesome, 72 degrees and waves 3 to 5 feet with an occasional 7 footer!  The kids played for hours in the waves and caught about 15 or so sand crabs.  Faye was wiped out from all of the fun.  We can't wait till they can come back and stay a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you were wondering what Eric looks like, every pic I have of him he was looking down or was too far away to make out his face.  Sometimes I wonder if Tony and Eric are brothers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-7720490802126757208?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/7720490802126757208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=7720490802126757208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/7720490802126757208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/7720490802126757208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2007/06/whos-eric.html' title='Who&apos;s Eric?'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RnvkytT6YXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/KqQMbV2VbIw/s72-c/IMG_0672.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-527450899430782097</id><published>2007-06-19T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:32:54.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is one born every minute...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rnfu8NT6YUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/PmXDbCzmAnY/s1600-h/IMG_0612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rnfu8NT6YUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/PmXDbCzmAnY/s320/IMG_0612.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077789823016264002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That would be fools and unwanted puppies.  Against my better judgement we got a 9 week old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;puppy&lt;/span&gt;.  Meet Kipper the most recent addition to our family.  We named him after an English &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hound dog&lt;/span&gt; from the book and cartoon series Kipper The Dog by Mick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Inkpen&lt;/span&gt;.  His mother is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Belgian&lt;/span&gt; Sheppard and his father is unknown, maybe a lab.   We are guessing he will be about 40 lbs when full grown.   He is sweet but does not sleep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Thur&lt;/span&gt; the night yet.  The girls have been taking very good care of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rnfu8tT6YVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1_yIGwrBe2w/s1600-h/IMG_0629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rnfu8tT6YVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1_yIGwrBe2w/s320/IMG_0629.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077789831606198610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rnfu89T6YWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/IpkrHq1cFiY/s1600-h/IMG_0631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rnfu89T6YWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/IpkrHq1cFiY/s320/IMG_0631.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077789835901165922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-527450899430782097?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/527450899430782097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=527450899430782097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/527450899430782097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/527450899430782097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2007/06/there-is-one-born-every-minute.html' title='There is one born every minute...'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rnfu8NT6YUI/AAAAAAAAAF8/PmXDbCzmAnY/s72-c/IMG_0612.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-5492693888600108432</id><published>2007-06-13T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T16:00:53.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCHOOLS OUT FOR SUMMER!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I never thought this school year would end.  We have all had a hard time adjusting to the VA school system.  We came from a school that taught kids to think and problem solve to a school that is run like a military academy, sit down shut up and memorize 400 years of VA history. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was tough going there for a while, home schooling was a hot topic, but we found our way.  The girls made lots of new friends and I got to know the staff pretty well.   Best of all, we all learned how to think and problem solve in ways we never had before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-5492693888600108432?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/5492693888600108432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=5492693888600108432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/5492693888600108432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/5492693888600108432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2007/06/schools-out-for-summer.html' title='SCHOOLS OUT FOR SUMMER!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-6014039011469016298</id><published>2007-06-12T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:32:54.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's My Favorite Sister?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rm7ckNT6YRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/I7dniZjjOIE/s1600-h/IMG_0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rm7ckNT6YRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/I7dniZjjOIE/s320/IMG_0046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075236344699707666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every family has its quirks, one of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ours&lt;/span&gt; is "who is the favorite?"  To be fair I'll say the sister that visits the most will be the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt;.  Right now that&lt;br /&gt;sis is Joan.  She surprised me and flew down in January, and in March she came with Mark and my Mother.  This is us at Virginia Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rm7ckdT6YSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JxcMI-UKR8E/s1600-h/P2090077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rm7ckdT6YSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JxcMI-UKR8E/s320/P2090077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075236348994674978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rm7cktT6YTI/AAAAAAAAAF0/yTu4kIzjGc8/s1600-h/P2090100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rm7cktT6YTI/AAAAAAAAAF0/yTu4kIzjGc8/s320/P2090100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075236353289642290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-6014039011469016298?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/6014039011469016298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=6014039011469016298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/6014039011469016298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/6014039011469016298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2007/06/whos-my-favorite-sister.html' title='Who&apos;s My Favorite Sister?'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rm7ckNT6YRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/I7dniZjjOIE/s72-c/IMG_0046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-5140824644616258556</id><published>2007-06-06T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T17:41:39.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Place</title><content type='html'>The girls took home a prize - again (insert best Forrest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gump&lt;/span&gt; voice).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G (age 9) and A (age 7) got 2nd place in the 9 to 12 age group at the Chalk Festival this past weekend.  We just found out because the award &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ceremony&lt;/span&gt; was cancelled due to tropical storm Barry dumping about 4 inches of rain on us, and our newspaper only comes once a week.  It's one of the charms of smalltown living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you scroll down you can see the pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-5140824644616258556?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/5140824644616258556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=5140824644616258556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/5140824644616258556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/5140824644616258556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2007/06/2nd-place.html' title='2nd Place'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-2464937404843806016</id><published>2007-06-05T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:32:55.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Lauren</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RmWZr9T6YOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bBa76tOYwTI/s1600-h/IMG_0558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RmWZr9T6YOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bBa76tOYwTI/s320/IMG_0558.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072629535774236898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RmWZr9T6YPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/sIyN9-BQ2bk/s1600-h/IMG_0330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RmWZr9T6YPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/sIyN9-BQ2bk/s320/IMG_0330.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072629535774236914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RmWZsNT6YQI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Z1XvnVYjTlo/s1600-h/IMG_0386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RmWZsNT6YQI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Z1XvnVYjTlo/s320/IMG_0386.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072629540069204226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-2464937404843806016?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/2464937404843806016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=2464937404843806016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/2464937404843806016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/2464937404843806016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2007/06/for-lauren.html' title='For Lauren'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RmWZr9T6YOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bBa76tOYwTI/s72-c/IMG_0558.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-2630854686071232727</id><published>2007-06-04T09:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:32:55.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalk Fest '07</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RmRDg60lFLI/AAAAAAAAAFE/t_2-Fwazp8w/s1600-h/IMG_0600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RmRDg60lFLI/AAAAAAAAAFE/t_2-Fwazp8w/s320/IMG_0600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072253313150686386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RmRAja0lFKI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WXeIOeDGoV0/s1600-h/IMG_0603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RmRAja0lFKI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WXeIOeDGoV0/s320/IMG_0603.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072250057565476002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This weekend was the first ever Chalk Fest in Gloucester.  It cost $10.00 for a spot and the chalk was provided.  The girls decided to share an area.  Tony and I were happy about that because it was 90 degrees with no shade in sight.  The theme was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pocahontas&lt;/span&gt;.  The girls chose to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;draw Pocahontas&lt;/span&gt; swimming with two turtles, some fish, and a hot pink crab.  The animal on the grass is a beaver.  G &amp; A had so much fun they don't even care if they win a prize.  Next year we will bring an umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second pic was done by some world famous chalk artist.  I forgot his name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-2630854686071232727?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/2630854686071232727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=2630854686071232727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/2630854686071232727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/2630854686071232727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2007/06/chalk-fest-07.html' title='Chalk Fest &apos;07'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RmRDg60lFLI/AAAAAAAAAFE/t_2-Fwazp8w/s72-c/IMG_0600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-5034726657593767761</id><published>2007-06-02T14:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:32:56.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senior Skip Day</title><content type='html'>As some of you may know the last Friday before finals is senior skip day.   To celebrate this great tradition Tony took the day off and we headed for Busch Gardens (without the girls) to ride the new roller coaster.  It was awesome!  If you'd like to get a better look go to www.buschgardens.com and there is a video you can watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RmHocq0lFDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/E3Z5-PvzqcU/s1600-h/IMG_0541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RmHocq0lFDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/E3Z5-PvzqcU/s320/IMG_0541.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071590234624693298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if we were having old paranoia about skipping school or what but when we got to BG a helicopter was flying circles over the parking lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RmHoc60lFFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/jBj60g5pR9o/s1600-h/IMG_0560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RmHoc60lFFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/jBj60g5pR9o/s320/IMG_0560.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071590238919660626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We really didn't think too much about it on the way in but when we left BG there it was circling our car in the parking lot.  Have you seen the movie Good Fellas? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RmHoc60lFGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ZqHV4BKxhTI/s1600-h/IMG_0561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RmHoc60lFGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ZqHV4BKxhTI/s320/IMG_0561.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071590238919660642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a good laugh and headed home not thinking twice about it.  But, as we crossed the York River Tony noticed another helicopter! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RmHoc60lFHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/GIVPgvGKPig/s1600-h/IMG_0565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RmHoc60lFHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/GIVPgvGKPig/s320/IMG_0565.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071590238919660658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Coincidence?  I think not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-5034726657593767761?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/5034726657593767761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=5034726657593767761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/5034726657593767761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/5034726657593767761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2007/06/senior-skip-day.html' title='Senior Skip Day'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RmHocq0lFDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/E3Z5-PvzqcU/s72-c/IMG_0541.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-7254520853612971394</id><published>2007-06-02T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:32:58.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st PLACE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RmHcwq0lFAI/AAAAAAAAADs/YR12rBbtdIQ/s1600-h/IMG_0577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RmHcwq0lFAI/AAAAAAAAADs/YR12rBbtdIQ/s320/IMG_0577.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071577384082543618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gracie won 1st prize and a check for $75.00 at the "From Whence We Came"  art show!  She recently learned to quill at the local art school.  To quill you roll thin strips of colored paper and manipulate them into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;whatever you want to.  It's hard to see the detail &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;in these photos but if you look &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;close you can see a horseshoe crab, starfish, and snails on the seaweed.  Gracie is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;planning on investing her winnings in a new Littlest Pet Shoppe and Tamagotchi.  Gracie also has the chance to win $200 in September for the peoples choice awards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RmHcwa0lE_I/AAAAAAAAADk/R6_Go4-8d6U/s1600-h/IMG_0576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RmHcwa0lE_I/AAAAAAAAADk/R6_Go4-8d6U/s320/IMG_0576.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071577379787576306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RmHcw60lFCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ZVUpKW9r6Ac/s1600-h/IMG_0579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RmCiHq0lE7I/AAAAAAAAADE/fogugwXAmjI/s320/IMG_0533.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071231433056785330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RmCiH60lE8I/AAAAAAAAADM/fmS-LVsEwu0/s1600-h/IMG_0532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RmCiH60lE8I/AAAAAAAAADM/fmS-LVsEwu0/s320/IMG_0532.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071231437351752642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in a small town is great but sometimes your choices are limited, case in point, choosing a tanning salon.  The only tanner in town is at the Gloucester Barber Shoppe.  I would have never put the two together but...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After paying for my visit the woman takes me out the back door into an alley.  I'm getting a strange feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she directs me up these rickety old steps.  She tells me "don't worry, they feel a little wiggley but  there are  support boards underneath." Up the wiggley stairs I go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I enter the room it looks like I'm in someones house.  There's a table and chairs, a desk, a tv, and giant ashtray.  What am I doing?  I start looking for hidden video cameras.  Then I get a look at the bed.  OMG!!!!  This thing is as old as I am.  It has a dial for a timer and no glass protector for the top bulbs, only some type of chicken wire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing turned out to be a wash because the bulbs are as old as the bed.  I think I walked out paler than when I went in.  Next time I'm going to the beach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-5873640037964447677?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/5873640037964447677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=5873640037964447677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/5873640037964447677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/5873640037964447677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2007/06/small-town-living.html' title='Small Town Living'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RmCiH60lE9I/AAAAAAAAADU/VXgSOpc7Lto/s72-c/IMG_0531.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-1605824497129844148</id><published>2007-04-28T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:33:01.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RjPuDEhn4FI/AAAAAAAAACc/Lek4LRCF924/s1600-h/crunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RjPuDEhn4FI/AAAAAAAAACc/Lek4LRCF924/s320/crunch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058648542988984402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After spending a few relaxing days in Philly we&lt;br /&gt;came home to this.  A small tornado had hit our neighborhood.  We were not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; taken by surprise. The school secretary called and told us the bus driver noticed we had some roof damage.  A friend from work drove out to check out the damage.  When she got close to our house she said there were police everywhere.  As she turned onto our street she saw two news vans parked in front of our house and a helicopter flying in circles above it!&lt;br /&gt;Our house was on the news but since we were out of town we didn't get to see it.  You can check it out at www.wvec.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures speak for themselves.  We lost about 15 trees by the house and who knows how many out back.  The good news is no one was hurt, Bruno was at the kennel and the hamsters didn't seem any worse for ware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's the big question.  If a tornado hits your house on your 40&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday does that mean the worst is over?&lt;br /&gt;Here is the news link: http://www.wvec.com/news/topstories/stories/wvec_local_042707_gloucester_wind_damage.13ecf8ae.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RjPuDEhn4GI/AAAAAAAAACk/LUNN1-ht-1c/s1600-h/culprit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RjPuDEhn4GI/AAAAAAAAACk/LUNN1-ht-1c/s320/culprit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058648542988984418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RjPuDUhn4HI/AAAAAAAAACs/D40MFDF0CbU/s1600-h/herby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RjPuDUhn4HI/AAAAAAAAACs/D40MFDF0CbU/s320/herby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058648547283951730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RjPt5khn4AI/AAAAAAAAAB0/4GX4GY4xAts/s1600-h/roof1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RjPt6Ehn4DI/AAAAAAAAACM/Egu1192ZoeA/s320/angles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058648388370161714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RjPt6Uhn4EI/AAAAAAAAACU/P-jaLEx-lAI/s1600-h/ayecarumba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RjPt6Uhn4EI/AAAAAAAAACU/P-jaLEx-lAI/s320/ayecarumba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058648392665129026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-1605824497129844148?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/1605824497129844148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=1605824497129844148' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/1605824497129844148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/1605824497129844148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2007/04/welcome-home.html' title='Welcome Home!'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RjPuDEhn4FI/AAAAAAAAACc/Lek4LRCF924/s72-c/crunch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-2572286855578229033</id><published>2007-03-26T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:33:02.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY AT VIRGINIA AQUARIUM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RghgYkIDQOI/AAAAAAAAABs/g4j0pUe2hzk/s1600-h/MONKEY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RghgYkIDQOI/AAAAAAAAABs/g4j0pUe2hzk/s320/MONKEY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046389357599211746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RghgIkIDQJI/AAAAAAAAABE/AgUqq1-3PnQ/s1600-h/ALTURTLE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RghgIkIDQJI/AAAAAAAAABE/AgUqq1-3PnQ/s320/ALTURTLE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046389082721304722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RghgIkIDQKI/AAAAAAAAABM/IO-WoDaSdKo/s1600-h/CHOMP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RghgIkIDQKI/AAAAAAAAABM/IO-WoDaSdKo/s320/CHOMP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046389082721304738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RghgI0IDQLI/AAAAAAAAABU/piTGdE9-eHE/s1600-h/GAWHALE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RghgI0IDQLI/AAAAAAAAABU/piTGdE9-eHE/s320/GAWHALE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046389087016272050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RghgJEIDQMI/AAAAAAAAABc/0DcIH-6j7bE/s1600-h/SHARK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RghgJEIDQMI/AAAAAAAAABc/0DcIH-6j7bE/s320/SHARK.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046389091311239362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RghgJEIDQNI/AAAAAAAAABk/R-ZMjDC-i00/s1600-h/STINGRAY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RghgJEIDQNI/AAAAAAAAABk/R-ZMjDC-i00/s320/STINGRAY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046389091311239378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-2572286855578229033?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/2572286855578229033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=2572286855578229033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/2572286855578229033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/2572286855578229033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2007/03/day-at-virginia-aquarium.html' title='DAY AT VIRGINIA AQUARIUM'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RghgYkIDQOI/AAAAAAAAABs/g4j0pUe2hzk/s72-c/MONKEY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-1560381415023833220</id><published>2007-03-26T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:33:03.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FATHER DAUGHTER DANCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rghdd0IDQHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Cw5oWLgCbPA/s1600-h/GFDDANCE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rghdd0IDQHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Cw5oWLgCbPA/s320/GFDDANCE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046386149258641522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RghdeEIDQII/AAAAAAAAAA8/KzdGiuUu0Bs/s1600-h/GTFDDANCE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RghdeEIDQII/AAAAAAAAAA8/KzdGiuUu0Bs/s320/GTFDDANCE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046386153553608834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracie and Dad at the Father Daughter dance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-1560381415023833220?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/1560381415023833220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=1560381415023833220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/1560381415023833220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/1560381415023833220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2007/03/father-daughter-dance.html' title='FATHER DAUGHTER DANCE'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rghdd0IDQHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Cw5oWLgCbPA/s72-c/GFDDANCE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-177185537614188592</id><published>2007-03-26T16:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T16:31:59.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Norfolk eagles</title><content type='html'>Al can't get enough of these birds, here is the link (takes a minute to load).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.wvec.com/cams/eagle.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-177185537614188592?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/177185537614188592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=177185537614188592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/177185537614188592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/177185537614188592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2007/03/norfolk-eagles.html' title='Norfolk eagles'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-4217951915081145200</id><published>2007-03-26T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:33:03.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art show thingy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RghRAEIDQFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/g2I_TQvL2Cg/s1600-h/annasblueribbon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RghRAEIDQFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/g2I_TQvL2Cg/s320/annasblueribbon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046372444017999954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RghRAUIDQGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ztTxVt2Ttn8/s1600-h/Graciesart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RghRAUIDQGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ztTxVt2Ttn8/s320/Graciesart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046372448312967266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracie and Anna at local art contest. Notice Anna's blue ribbon.  April 14th she will compete in the regionals for cash prises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-4217951915081145200?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/4217951915081145200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=4217951915081145200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/4217951915081145200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/4217951915081145200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2007/03/art-show-thingy.html' title='Art show thingy'/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/RghRAEIDQFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/g2I_TQvL2Cg/s72-c/annasblueribbon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848287035685254859.post-1060016795345220723</id><published>2007-03-18T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:33:04.284-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Busch Gardens on St. Patty&apos;s day'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rf06DthrtDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/B9oIPyVEXlo/s1600-h/Al_Fran.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;St. Patrick's day at Busch Gardens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rf06DthrtDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/B9oIPyVEXlo/s320/Al_Fran.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043250993159713842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rf06D9hrtEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/A0KKLGpGmGY/s1600-h/tony_gracie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rf06D9hrtEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/A0KKLGpGmGY/s320/tony_gracie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043250997454681154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rf03hthrtCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SCE_hL4fVEE/s1600-h/al_gracie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rf03hthrtCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SCE_hL4fVEE/s320/al_gracie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043248210020906018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848287035685254859-1060016795345220723?l=strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/feeds/1060016795345220723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1848287035685254859&amp;postID=1060016795345220723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/1060016795345220723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848287035685254859/posts/default/1060016795345220723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strangestoriesfromvirginia.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>gausianblur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12176967647800155102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eZPpNPVww4M/Rf06DthrtDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/B9oIPyVEXlo/s72-c/Al_Fran.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
