<?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-5884388919531594717</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:26:00.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BACKYARD TALES</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-3214400558400205094</id><published>2009-12-28T13:15:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T14:10:36.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Trip</title><content type='html'>Broadway at the Beach! The birds have their own "island area"!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SzkbnImgLnI/AAAAAAAAAqk/ROeYUpQcOz8/s1600-h/IMG_1998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420393985654926962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SzkbnImgLnI/AAAAAAAAAqk/ROeYUpQcOz8/s320/IMG_1998.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nachos at Margaritaville.....enough for 4, we split this for lunch and had plenty left over..&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Szkbm9SMJoI/AAAAAAAAAqc/ZdjA2D8CLBs/s1600-h/IMG_1997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420393982616938114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Szkbm9SMJoI/AAAAAAAAAqc/ZdjA2D8CLBs/s320/IMG_1997.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Hurricane" at Margaritaville. Every hour it spins, and the huge bottle of tequlia comes down and fills a blender that is larger than you would believe, mixing a "hurricane" drink as "Margaritaville" plays on the loudspeakers. Jimmy Buffet would be proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SzkbmnhEDRI/AAAAAAAAAqU/2JrSSzFc3H0/s1600-h/IMG_1996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420393976773741842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SzkbmnhEDRI/AAAAAAAAAqU/2JrSSzFc3H0/s320/IMG_1996.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The outside of Jimmy Buffet's Margaritaville restaurant at Broadway at the Beach.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Szkbmd88B5I/AAAAAAAAAqM/ki66w6hqT48/s1600-h/IMG_1995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420393974206302098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Szkbmd88B5I/AAAAAAAAAqM/ki66w6hqT48/s320/IMG_1995.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The gulls will eat out of your hands! As you can see, I was enthralled by this concept and took way too many pics of this, but I still think it's cool...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SzkZ_Qp8OCI/AAAAAAAAAqE/UaI4vukHiFw/s1600-h/IMG_1994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420392201110435874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SzkZ_Qp8OCI/AAAAAAAAAqE/UaI4vukHiFw/s320/IMG_1994.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SzkZ-19yn4I/AAAAAAAAAp8/OZJs-jd-VXY/s1600-h/IMG_1993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420392193945935746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SzkZ-19yn4I/AAAAAAAAAp8/OZJs-jd-VXY/s320/IMG_1993.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SzkZ-k6R-LI/AAAAAAAAAp0/DFNqM0p4Zk8/s1600-h/IMG_1992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420392189367810226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SzkZ-k6R-LI/AAAAAAAAAp0/DFNqM0p4Zk8/s320/IMG_1992.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SzkZ-WNWq_I/AAAAAAAAAps/BerqBEhyusQ/s1600-h/IMG_1991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420392185421278194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SzkZ-WNWq_I/AAAAAAAAAps/BerqBEhyusQ/s320/IMG_1991.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SzkZ-EAlXsI/AAAAAAAAApk/oFBFAx98Qp8/s1600-h/IMG_1990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420392180535877314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SzkZ-EAlXsI/AAAAAAAAApk/oFBFAx98Qp8/s320/IMG_1990.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outside of Tiki Jim's, a gift shop. Check out my bod!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SzkYO9okMJI/AAAAAAAAApc/ykamO14_iwY/s1600-h/IMG_1989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420390271859044498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SzkYO9okMJI/AAAAAAAAApc/ykamO14_iwY/s320/IMG_1989.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crab legs at Benjamen's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SzkYOeSa0wI/AAAAAAAAApU/EFcziLJiSws/s1600-h/IMG_1988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420390263444656898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SzkYOeSa0wI/AAAAAAAAApU/EFcziLJiSws/s320/IMG_1988.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of many, many plates that crossed our table that night. We were there for two hours eating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SzkYOFJX_rI/AAAAAAAAApM/t19WKNt_XbU/s1600-h/IMG_1987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420390256695836338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SzkYOFJX_rI/AAAAAAAAApM/t19WKNt_XbU/s320/IMG_1987.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The inside of Benjamen's.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SzkYN2jkcII/AAAAAAAAApE/UUHZ-iI48nc/s1600-h/IMG_1986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420390252779171970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SzkYN2jkcII/AAAAAAAAApE/UUHZ-iI48nc/s320/IMG_1986.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside Coastal Carolina Mall and Shoppes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SzkYNQwiROI/AAAAAAAAAo8/H4NPl3yRSVs/s1600-h/IMG_1985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420390242633008354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SzkYNQwiROI/AAAAAAAAAo8/H4NPl3yRSVs/s320/IMG_1985.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The outside of Benjamen's.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SzkWRJUhgTI/AAAAAAAAAo0/z4IUuG0o7HQ/s1600-h/IMG_1984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420388110332690738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SzkWRJUhgTI/AAAAAAAAAo0/z4IUuG0o7HQ/s320/IMG_1984.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horses on the beach, from our great accomodations on the 15th floor of the Sandcastle Hotel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SzkWQ2vdY9I/AAAAAAAAAos/cvuP7EklrZY/s1600-h/IMG_1983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420388105345393618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SzkWQ2vdY9I/AAAAAAAAAos/cvuP7EklrZY/s320/IMG_1983.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing around with the camera.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SzkWQQqxLqI/AAAAAAAAAok/VUHK8tOpelw/s1600-h/IMG_1982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420388095125171874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SzkWQQqxLqI/AAAAAAAAAok/VUHK8tOpelw/s320/IMG_1982.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Guy With A Loaf Of Bread"&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SzkWQIGMGeI/AAAAAAAAAoc/4jSouHdK0KA/s1600-h/IMG_1981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420388092824263138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SzkWQIGMGeI/AAAAAAAAAoc/4jSouHdK0KA/s320/IMG_1981.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking for shells.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SzkWPxP_KDI/AAAAAAAAAoU/uwFPmZPx7N0/s1600-h/IMG_1980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420388086691342386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SzkWPxP_KDI/AAAAAAAAAoU/uwFPmZPx7N0/s320/IMG_1980.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SzkTbRkybTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/osxK6BmAfr8/s1600-h/IMG_1979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420384985812200754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SzkTbRkybTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/osxK6BmAfr8/s320/IMG_1979.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guy With A Loaf Of Bread 2"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SzkTa8qWquI/AAAAAAAAAoE/Tkh1DwsgopY/s1600-h/IMG_1978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420384980198402786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SzkTa8qWquI/AAAAAAAAAoE/Tkh1DwsgopY/s320/IMG_1978.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great day on the beach!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SzkTauqcC1I/AAAAAAAAAn8/_UgDNIKxBmI/s1600-h/IMG_1977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420384976440658770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SzkTauqcC1I/AAAAAAAAAn8/_UgDNIKxBmI/s320/IMG_1977.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SzkTaBjRZ5I/AAAAAAAAAn0/l3diq5dPxUE/s1600-h/IMG_1976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420384964331005842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SzkTaBjRZ5I/AAAAAAAAAn0/l3diq5dPxUE/s320/IMG_1976.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SzkTZtfKErI/AAAAAAAAAns/v18MEdi-LcY/s1600-h/IMG_1975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420384958945039026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SzkTZtfKErI/AAAAAAAAAns/v18MEdi-LcY/s320/IMG_1975.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-3214400558400205094?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/3214400558400205094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/12/broadway-at-beach-birds-have-their-own.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/3214400558400205094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/3214400558400205094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/12/broadway-at-beach-birds-have-their-own.html' title='Beach Trip'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SzkbnImgLnI/AAAAAAAAAqk/ROeYUpQcOz8/s72-c/IMG_1998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-5675140348271667324</id><published>2009-07-28T18:23:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T19:25:50.835-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday John Curtis!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday evening, we all gathered at Maria's house to celebrate her father's 70th birthday. John is a super father and grandfather and has known me since I was six years old. My Dad is a wonderful man, and through the years he and John have been there to "supplement" each other in the raising of their only daughters. A challenging job, indeed! Maria loves Sherm as her own, and I feel the same about her Dad. Here's to you, John! Love you bunches!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sm-cq2VY1nI/AAAAAAAAAnk/PBVTfEs_oSk/s1600-h/IMG_1828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363677941175211634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sm-cq2VY1nI/AAAAAAAAAnk/PBVTfEs_oSk/s320/IMG_1828.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zachary made a brief appearance to enjoy dinner with us. Maria made salad and lasagna, and Phil grilled sausage dogs on the grill in honor of he and John's New York roots.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sm-cqum2ImI/AAAAAAAAAnc/EWfpaYqPX6Q/s1600-h/IMG_1853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363677939100951138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sm-cqum2ImI/AAAAAAAAAnc/EWfpaYqPX6Q/s320/IMG_1853.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aiden was all over the place! Backyard with ball and bat, helping Phil grill, playing tag with his sister. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sm-cqKcNTbI/AAAAAAAAAnU/edZZb0WRW_w/s1600-h/IMG_1815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363677929392655794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sm-cqKcNTbI/AAAAAAAAAnU/edZZb0WRW_w/s320/IMG_1815.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaleigh and Seth on the back deck, with their hot rods!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sm-cp2-XVaI/AAAAAAAAAnM/ZRPmdLYshSA/s1600-h/IMG_1846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363677924167210402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sm-cp2-XVaI/AAAAAAAAAnM/ZRPmdLYshSA/s320/IMG_1846.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...."she's got a little Sherri in her, somehow......"&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sm-cpo_pTdI/AAAAAAAAAnE/_A0FeF-F3_c/s1600-h/IMG_1813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363677920414485970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sm-cpo_pTdI/AAAAAAAAAnE/_A0FeF-F3_c/s320/IMG_1813.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaleigh was in charge of giving John all his birthday gifts. Grandma looks on.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sm-aSs2SJ1I/AAAAAAAAAm8/UCMzIKuJkUo/s1600-h/IMG_1829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363675327288715090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sm-aSs2SJ1I/AAAAAAAAAm8/UCMzIKuJkUo/s320/IMG_1829.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The two "cookinest" women I know!!! Thank you Judy for teaching Maria your craft! You are a super mom and grandma and we love ya!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sm-aSKk_kBI/AAAAAAAAAm0/abPoB-_YGvY/s1600-h/IMG_1823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363675318089388050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sm-aSKk_kBI/AAAAAAAAAm0/abPoB-_YGvY/s320/IMG_1823.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uncle Mark with his nephews and niece...crazy kids!! All five of them!  Love you Mark!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sm-aRwIOm8I/AAAAAAAAAms/iSNyuGT5PJE/s1600-h/IMG_1865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363675310989417410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sm-aRwIOm8I/AAAAAAAAAms/iSNyuGT5PJE/s320/IMG_1865.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaahhh, Philmaster the Grillmaster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sm-aRhFepuI/AAAAAAAAAmk/78VKnsfLBE8/s1600-h/IMG_1831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363675306951354082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sm-aRhFepuI/AAAAAAAAAmk/78VKnsfLBE8/s320/IMG_1831.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;....since we were six.......&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sm-aRcyFLmI/AAAAAAAAAmc/ssw352P7i38/s1600-h/IMG_1811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363675305796251234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sm-aRcyFLmI/AAAAAAAAAmc/ssw352P7i38/s320/IMG_1811.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maria made her world famous lasagna, complete with salad and great french bread. You go girl!  Who taught you to cook like that?? Judy!!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sm-Yb3t4kZI/AAAAAAAAAmU/pMoKUUiHfd0/s1600-h/IMG_1821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363673285801841042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sm-Yb3t4kZI/AAAAAAAAAmU/pMoKUUiHfd0/s320/IMG_1821.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maria cracking up at something Phil said.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sm-YbUTV9RI/AAAAAAAAAmM/DmwaPX6Szdo/s1600-h/IMG_1810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363673276295279890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sm-YbUTV9RI/AAAAAAAAAmM/DmwaPX6Szdo/s320/IMG_1810.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yummy lasagna!!!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sm-Ya3JAO5I/AAAAAAAAAmE/LnzWFNgBBvE/s1600-h/IMG_1837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363673268467284882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sm-Ya3JAO5I/AAAAAAAAAmE/LnzWFNgBBvE/s320/IMG_1837.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;John modeled one of his new shirts for the crowd.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sm-YavLMM4I/AAAAAAAAAl8/elDAKvSpLuc/s1600-h/IMG_1843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363673266328974210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sm-YavLMM4I/AAAAAAAAAl8/elDAKvSpLuc/s320/IMG_1843.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clown cake for John!  The kids split the clown into fourths.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sm-YaJYgSRI/AAAAAAAAAl0/D1uOJPv5oh4/s1600-h/IMG_1858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363673256184269074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sm-YaJYgSRI/AAAAAAAAAl0/D1uOJPv5oh4/s320/IMG_1858.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday John!!  Thanks for many, many years of laughs, advice, and giving me my best friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-5675140348271667324?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/5675140348271667324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-john-curtis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/5675140348271667324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/5675140348271667324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-john-curtis.html' title='Happy Birthday John Curtis!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sm-cq2VY1nI/AAAAAAAAAnk/PBVTfEs_oSk/s72-c/IMG_1828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-4670338975799852122</id><published>2009-07-05T09:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T10:28:40.144-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Maria Hosts a Fun Fourth!</title><content type='html'>On Saturday, July 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, we gathered at Maria's for some great food, fun, and fireworks! Maria's home is adjacent to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Creekside&lt;/span&gt; Park, and her deck was the perfect place to watch the show after the  sun went down. Many thanks to Maria and Phil (otherwise known as the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;grillmaster&lt;/span&gt;) for such a great evening.  Seth, shown here with his mom, was my fireworks buddy as he sat in my lap during the entire show.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SlDRx67_1jI/AAAAAAAAAls/2ug1M5SmPc4/s1600-h/IMG_1800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355010612508218930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SlDRx67_1jI/AAAAAAAAAls/2ug1M5SmPc4/s320/IMG_1800.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maria's mom Judy, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kaleigh&lt;/span&gt;, and Phil, the master of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Baaa&lt;/span&gt;-baa-cue.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SlDRxUeuRtI/AAAAAAAAAlk/uuUADDV-O1E/s1600-h/IMG_1801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355010602184885970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SlDRxUeuRtI/AAAAAAAAAlk/uuUADDV-O1E/s320/IMG_1801.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aidan and I shot some hoops and got in a little baseball before our great supper. Zachary was attending a party at a friends house this year and also had a great time!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SlDRxN4G9BI/AAAAAAAAAlc/uFsXgXLkXO0/s1600-h/IMG_1802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355010600412312594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SlDRxN4G9BI/AAAAAAAAAlc/uFsXgXLkXO0/s320/IMG_1802.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cousin Brandon, who also attended, despite a bad case of poison oak that had his face swelled up like a balloon. Also pictured is John, Maria's Dad.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SlDRwinavPI/AAAAAAAAAlU/q49YCe-dXmE/s1600-h/IMG_1799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355010588799581426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SlDRwinavPI/AAAAAAAAAlU/q49YCe-dXmE/s320/IMG_1799.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kaleigh&lt;/span&gt; chose her star spangled bathing suit for the occasion.. she wore it all day and until the fireworks were over, when it was time for bed!  Here she is "striking a pose".   What a ham!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355007734639301458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SlDPKaClE1I/AAAAAAAAAk8/nhf0uXBwVtY/s320/IMG_1794.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;....not that I can say much....&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355010586100360338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SlDRwYj35JI/AAAAAAAAAlM/_jUnZFnGGio/s320/IMG_1798.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kaleigh&lt;/span&gt; loves her little brother!  (most of the time)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355007738522251506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SlDPKogWMPI/AAAAAAAAAlE/A26RJ557c8s/s320/IMG_1797.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phil took charge of the grill and we enjoyed burgers, hot dogs, kielbasa, potato and pasta salad, watermelon, and all the trimmings. Judy made one of her famous cheese balls and that was all Maria and I needed to make our 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;  perfect!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SlDPKM9nLxI/AAAAAAAAAk0/4woyjBve2ys/s1600-h/IMG_1796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355007731128807186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SlDPKM9nLxI/AAAAAAAAAk0/4woyjBve2ys/s320/IMG_1796.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show from the deck was outstanding! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, this was the time my camera batteries died, so I only got these two shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SlDPJj8Dx1I/AAAAAAAAAks/JV1DtiHNMTY/s1600-h/IMG_1804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355007720116438866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SlDPJj8Dx1I/AAAAAAAAAks/JV1DtiHNMTY/s320/IMG_1804.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great evening had by all!!! Thanks Maria, for another wonderful experience we shared, as we have so many over the last 35 years! I love ya sis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SlDPJR2812I/AAAAAAAAAkk/AayHsCSxioY/s1600-h/IMG_1803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355007715263174498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SlDPJR2812I/AAAAAAAAAkk/AayHsCSxioY/s320/IMG_1803.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-4670338975799852122?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/4670338975799852122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/07/fun-fourth-of-july.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/4670338975799852122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/4670338975799852122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/07/fun-fourth-of-july.html' title='Maria Hosts a Fun Fourth!'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SlDRx67_1jI/AAAAAAAAAls/2ug1M5SmPc4/s72-c/IMG_1800.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-5739883202352767872</id><published>2009-07-03T19:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T19:42:16.829-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stainin' Statons!</title><content type='html'>Two summers ago, as temperatures reached 100 degrees some days, my wonderful Dad labored hard and long to build a huge deck on the back of my house. This deck has been the scene of so many wonderful times for me, and a great place to sit and reflect, think things over, even cry when necessary.  It is my favorite "room" of my home in the summertime! I cannot believe how talented my father is in that he can envision something, and then bring it to fruition. He is amazing! This summer the deck was due for a coat of stain, in order to protect the wood and enhance the color. So, on a beautiful and not so hot July 3rd, Sherm and Sherri set out to stain the deck! We had a ball and worked together all day long. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sk6wTkQTg1I/AAAAAAAAAkc/fn6FhsIUvME/s1600-h/IMG_1793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354410857186165586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sk6wTkQTg1I/AAAAAAAAAkc/fn6FhsIUvME/s320/IMG_1793.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each part of the rail system had to be stained individually.  I would roll the stain on, and Dad would come behind me with a paintbrush and fill in the gaps the roller would not get. It was a bit of a tedious process, but together we got 'er done and had some great father-daughter time in the process. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sk6wTWX_rPI/AAAAAAAAAkU/XCSd18MpeOo/s1600-h/IMG_1792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354410853460323570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sk6wTWX_rPI/AAAAAAAAAkU/XCSd18MpeOo/s320/IMG_1792.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The master of Home Improvement at work.  Tim Taylor's got nothing on my Dad!   :) &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sk6wTCXPY6I/AAAAAAAAAkM/ACFbXHMvX6k/s1600-h/IMG_1789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354410848088449954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sk6wTCXPY6I/AAAAAAAAAkM/ACFbXHMvX6k/s320/IMG_1789.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We completed every part of the deck with the exception of the flat surface, which was to be the easiest part, since Dad's plan was to spray the stain on it.  We decided that we would need one more gallon of stain but, alas, the paint store had closed for the holiday weekend and Lowes and Home Depot did not carry our brand.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sk6u265mrUI/AAAAAAAAAkE/GGVplpfdiD8/s1600-h/IMG_1790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354409265537133890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sk6u265mrUI/AAAAAAAAAkE/GGVplpfdiD8/s320/IMG_1790.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned!!! Pictures of the completed deck to follow!    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, Dad, for all you have done to make my life better. You are an inspiration and I love you!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sk6u2aX62cI/AAAAAAAAAj8/zN1IRWbkqVk/s1600-h/IMG_1791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354409256805915074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sk6u2aX62cI/AAAAAAAAAj8/zN1IRWbkqVk/s320/IMG_1791.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-5739883202352767872?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/5739883202352767872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/07/stainin-statons.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/5739883202352767872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/5739883202352767872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/07/stainin-statons.html' title='Stainin&apos; Statons!'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sk6wTkQTg1I/AAAAAAAAAkc/fn6FhsIUvME/s72-c/IMG_1793.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-4240197888038225905</id><published>2009-06-30T18:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T18:40:15.027-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Staton Chics Hit Atlanta!</title><content type='html'>On Saturday, June 27, Mom and I boarded a 6:25am flight to Atlanta, Georgia for a girls getaway weekend! We had a ball and some great Mother-Daughter time together. Many thanks to a very cool Sandy for making this trip possible. I love ya Mom!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkqptzlbIdI/AAAAAAAAAj0/lEuI6nZLeoY/s1600-h/IMG_1742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353277711489638866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkqptzlbIdI/AAAAAAAAAj0/lEuI6nZLeoY/s320/IMG_1742.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkqptkPgR7I/AAAAAAAAAjs/t64S2oCNmZ8/s1600-h/IMG_1757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353277707371169714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkqptkPgR7I/AAAAAAAAAjs/t64S2oCNmZ8/s320/IMG_1757.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkqptbAYtqI/AAAAAAAAAjk/5I2JfPHCvoQ/s1600-h/IMG_1751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353277704891840162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkqptbAYtqI/AAAAAAAAAjk/5I2JfPHCvoQ/s320/IMG_1751.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-4240197888038225905?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/4240197888038225905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/06/staton-chics-hit-atlanta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/4240197888038225905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/4240197888038225905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/06/staton-chics-hit-atlanta.html' title='Staton Chics Hit Atlanta!'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkqptzlbIdI/AAAAAAAAAj0/lEuI6nZLeoY/s72-c/IMG_1742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-3799556634593321282</id><published>2009-06-30T17:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T18:44:45.405-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriot at Peachtree Plaza</title><content type='html'>The awesome Marriot hotel at Peachtree Plaza, in the heart of downtown, was our home from Saturday until Monday. The hotel has 30 floors and Mom and I were on the 20th. The hotel itself is absolutely amazing, with glass elevators that speed up and down between floors, great restaurants, gift shops, and gorgeous architecture. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkqjSoJmKeI/AAAAAAAAAjc/_dSD5XB3uUY/s1600-h/IMG_1743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353270647493896674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkqjSoJmKeI/AAAAAAAAAjc/_dSD5XB3uUY/s320/IMG_1743.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom in the cocktail area of "Sear", the main restaurant in the Marriot.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkqjSMy1fqI/AAAAAAAAAjU/rf3ZBNirdvQ/s1600-h/IMG_1749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353270640150675106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkqjSMy1fqI/AAAAAAAAAjU/rf3ZBNirdvQ/s320/IMG_1749.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A shot from inside the hotel, from our breezeway on the 20th floor.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkqjR7uR3jI/AAAAAAAAAjM/-YPh93rb3Os/s1600-h/IMG_1745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353270635568160306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkqjR7uR3jI/AAAAAAAAAjM/-YPh93rb3Os/s320/IMG_1745.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The front area of the hotel, which boasts a beautiful round fountain.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkqjRkvvDvI/AAAAAAAAAjE/yDZWkKeaXy0/s1600-h/IMG_1759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353270629400252146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkqjRkvvDvI/AAAAAAAAAjE/yDZWkKeaXy0/s320/IMG_1759.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The view from our room of downtown Atlanta.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkqjRX5ucNI/AAAAAAAAAi8/tM4Uh4jH65E/s1600-h/IMG_1741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353270625952493778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkqjRX5ucNI/AAAAAAAAAi8/tM4Uh4jH65E/s320/IMG_1741.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-3799556634593321282?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/3799556634593321282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/06/marriot-at-peachtree-plaza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/3799556634593321282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/3799556634593321282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/06/marriot-at-peachtree-plaza.html' title='Marriot at Peachtree Plaza'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkqjSoJmKeI/AAAAAAAAAjc/_dSD5XB3uUY/s72-c/IMG_1743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-7078264210897419583</id><published>2009-06-30T17:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T18:50:27.731-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Centennial Olympic Park</title><content type='html'>In 1996 Atlanta hosted the Olympics. This park is the site of many of the events, and is dedicated to the athletes, spectators, and all who contributed to the games. It is unreal. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Skqg-_tVCuI/AAAAAAAAAi0/1NPsQk1IR6s/s1600-h/IMG_1740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353268111197145826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Skqg-_tVCuI/AAAAAAAAAi0/1NPsQk1IR6s/s320/IMG_1740.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Skqg-ryBBaI/AAAAAAAAAis/D9RM3ALnK6g/s1600-h/IMG_1717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353268105848096162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Skqg-ryBBaI/AAAAAAAAAis/D9RM3ALnK6g/s320/IMG_1717.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The spurts of water are shot out of circles that form the olympic symbol. Many children and even some adults enjoyed the refreshing water as we walked through the park. Temperatures were in the 90s the entire time we were there!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Skqg-Vl1LVI/AAAAAAAAAik/thNuMm81MK8/s1600-h/IMG_1762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353268099891408210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Skqg-Vl1LVI/AAAAAAAAAik/thNuMm81MK8/s320/IMG_1762.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This piece of art in the park is one of many. The three people  represent the early Olympics, the later games, and the most modern of events. The sculpure is 3-D in that you can see the other side of each person if you walk to the other side of the sculpure. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Skqg9_-KaaI/AAAAAAAAAic/9a8cxsxHO_w/s1600-h/IMG_1738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353268094087883170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Skqg9_-KaaI/AAAAAAAAAic/9a8cxsxHO_w/s320/IMG_1738.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots and lots of water in Centennial Olympic Park. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Skqg9o82IZI/AAAAAAAAAiU/UE07bVbMtJM/s1600-h/IMG_1733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353268087908344210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Skqg9o82IZI/AAAAAAAAAiU/UE07bVbMtJM/s320/IMG_1733.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-7078264210897419583?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/7078264210897419583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/06/centennial-olympic-park.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/7078264210897419583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/7078264210897419583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/06/centennial-olympic-park.html' title='Centennial Olympic Park'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Skqg-_tVCuI/AAAAAAAAAi0/1NPsQk1IR6s/s72-c/IMG_1740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-2260737306446991176</id><published>2009-06-30T17:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T18:53:52.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coca-Cola Museum</title><content type='html'>The Coca-Cola Museum was a blast! We learned about the history of Coke, how it is made, and the impact it has had all over the world for many years. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkqeYHkM86I/AAAAAAAAAiM/iWS76eZwXes/s1600-h/IMG_1729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353265244268196770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkqeYHkM86I/AAAAAAAAAiM/iWS76eZwXes/s320/IMG_1729.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom and I with the Coke bear, the official mascot. He was so cute and a bit of a flirt!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkqeX6mmQfI/AAAAAAAAAiE/SkKEiwQWqqk/s1600-h/IMG_1727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353265240788582898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkqeX6mmQfI/AAAAAAAAAiE/SkKEiwQWqqk/s320/IMG_1727.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coca-Cola bottles from all around the world.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkqeXb_dWuI/AAAAAAAAAh8/Eh0QnMZZVGo/s1600-h/IMG_1723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353265232571357922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkqeXb_dWuI/AAAAAAAAAh8/Eh0QnMZZVGo/s320/IMG_1723.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Memorabilia room.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkqeXKXf5dI/AAAAAAAAAh0/J_ZSHJBQ-4A/s1600-h/IMG_1724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353265227840349650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkqeXKXf5dI/AAAAAAAAAh0/J_ZSHJBQ-4A/s320/IMG_1724.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of the tour everyone gets a free Coke to take with them from this rotating sphere. Very refreshing on a hot day!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkqeW08PzRI/AAAAAAAAAhs/y1dKOOUNIbQ/s1600-h/IMG_1730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353265222088903954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkqeW08PzRI/AAAAAAAAAhs/y1dKOOUNIbQ/s320/IMG_1730.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-2260737306446991176?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/2260737306446991176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/06/coca-cola-museum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/2260737306446991176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/2260737306446991176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/06/coca-cola-museum.html' title='Coca-Cola Museum'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkqeYHkM86I/AAAAAAAAAiM/iWS76eZwXes/s72-c/IMG_1729.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-6098443440444039032</id><published>2009-06-30T16:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T18:59:48.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CNN</title><content type='html'>Touring CNN was an awesome experience. We actually got to see inside the newsroom and watched the anchor doing the news. We learned about how CNN operates and when we got back to the hotel that afternoon and turned on the TV, we saw the anchor reporting on Michael Jackson's death and other news...the same anchor we had seen live! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353259094594697170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkqYyKPyN9I/AAAAAAAAAhc/IGlVN1PUs7Y/s320/IMG_1734.JPG" /&gt;The closest I will ever get to Anderson Cooper, I guess. I love him!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkqYySoLafI/AAAAAAAAAhk/2zh7sT184jw/s1600-h/Anderson+and+Me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353259096844495346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkqYySoLafI/AAAAAAAAAhk/2zh7sT184jw/s320/Anderson+and+Me.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flags from all over the world hang in the CNN building, which also houses some shops, the Omni Hotel, and a food court larger than I have ever seen.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkqYx_OSRpI/AAAAAAAAAhU/s3PcXwxj9_I/s1600-h/IMG_1736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353259091635619474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkqYx_OSRpI/AAAAAAAAAhU/s3PcXwxj9_I/s320/IMG_1736.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tour begins as you ride up this escalator and into the globe. The escalator is only attached at the top and bottom, with no supporting beams in between.  Originally there was an amusement park inside this building, which was the Omni. Ted Turner purchased it as it was going downhill and the rest is history.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkqYxgD_kVI/AAAAAAAAAhM/bnY9pkp5vv8/s1600-h/IMG_1735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353259083270951250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkqYxgD_kVI/AAAAAAAAAhM/bnY9pkp5vv8/s320/IMG_1735.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-6098443440444039032?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/6098443440444039032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/06/cnn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/6098443440444039032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/6098443440444039032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/06/cnn.html' title='CNN'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkqYyKPyN9I/AAAAAAAAAhc/IGlVN1PUs7Y/s72-c/IMG_1734.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-4618816972593884852</id><published>2009-06-30T16:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T19:06:00.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Atlanta Aquarium</title><content type='html'>There are no words that will accurately describe the largest aquarium in the world. Anyone who gets the opportunity should pay a visit.  The animals are amazing and there is an additional &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exhibit&lt;/span&gt; dedicated to the Titanic, with artifacts pulled from the wreckage and lots of interesting information. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkqW_fkbjcI/AAAAAAAAAhE/oGALwlmIU2g/s1600-h/IMG_1787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353257124633480642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkqW_fkbjcI/AAAAAAAAAhE/oGALwlmIU2g/s320/IMG_1787.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note the size of the visitors compared to the fish display.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkqW_IHFJOI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Yk7H2OaFR5I/s1600-h/IMG_1766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353257118336361698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkqW_IHFJOI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Yk7H2OaFR5I/s320/IMG_1766.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sea turtle waving to the crowd.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkqW-2eUDLI/AAAAAAAAAg0/_CJ1epnHOEI/s1600-h/IMG_1772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353257113601969330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkqW-2eUDLI/AAAAAAAAAg0/_CJ1epnHOEI/s320/IMG_1772.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dolphins. Need I say more?&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkqW-m_AVcI/AAAAAAAAAgs/qgXNfU13Rls/s1600-h/IMG_1782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353257109444122050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkqW-m_AVcI/AAAAAAAAAgs/qgXNfU13Rls/s320/IMG_1782.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coral reef exhibit....pictures do not even begin to display the beauty.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkqW-KPCj-I/AAAAAAAAAgk/_eCMdpMK-ZE/s1600-h/IMG_1784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353257101726748642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkqW-KPCj-I/AAAAAAAAAgk/_eCMdpMK-ZE/s320/IMG_1784.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mother is Awesome!!!!   Thank you so much, Mom, for making this trip possible. All the attractions were great, but the time we spent together was the greatest part of our journey.  I love you !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-4618816972593884852?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/4618816972593884852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/06/atlanta-aquarium.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/4618816972593884852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/4618816972593884852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/06/atlanta-aquarium.html' title='Atlanta Aquarium'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkqW_fkbjcI/AAAAAAAAAhE/oGALwlmIU2g/s72-c/IMG_1787.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-6220331422051905127</id><published>2009-06-26T09:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:20:44.755-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mam-Maw</title><content type='html'>There are really no words to express the wonderful woman Mam-Maw was. She taught us all about goodness, hard work, growing flowers and vegetables, and so much more. She will be so greatly missed in our family. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkTz_J-EcJI/AAAAAAAAAgc/u2NOx40nDZw/s1600-h/IMG_1131_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351670523556556946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkTz_J-EcJI/AAAAAAAAAgc/u2NOx40nDZw/s320/IMG_1131_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mam-Maw's cooking was wonderful, but especially her desserts. She always had a smile and was dressed to the nines, no matter what the occasion. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkTz-0CxpOI/AAAAAAAAAgU/4XBqdTdA77k/s1600-h/IMG_1085_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351670517670716642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkTz-0CxpOI/AAAAAAAAAgU/4XBqdTdA77k/s320/IMG_1085_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mam-Maw loved her children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren like only a grandmother can.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkTz-n3HiBI/AAAAAAAAAgM/yKAxCmHHCqI/s1600-h/IMG_1625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351670514400593938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkTz-n3HiBI/AAAAAAAAAgM/yKAxCmHHCqI/s320/IMG_1625.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkTz-AnYxtI/AAAAAAAAAgE/aHoS_BtwMP0/s1600-h/IMG_1622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351670503865632466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkTz-AnYxtI/AAAAAAAAAgE/aHoS_BtwMP0/s320/IMG_1622.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, Mam-Maw, for all your love over the years. Everytime I water my flowers or pick a vegetable off the plants on my deck you will be with me. I am so blessed to have had you for 41 years.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkTz99rHEBI/AAAAAAAAAf8/9uxQM-5E5FQ/s1600-h/IMG_1621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351670503075942418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkTz99rHEBI/AAAAAAAAAf8/9uxQM-5E5FQ/s320/IMG_1621.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-6220331422051905127?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/6220331422051905127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/06/mam-maw.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/6220331422051905127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/6220331422051905127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/06/mam-maw.html' title='Mam-Maw'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SkTz_J-EcJI/AAAAAAAAAgc/u2NOx40nDZw/s72-c/IMG_1131_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-5864146271156337366</id><published>2009-05-21T10:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T10:09:50.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Circa 1988, Boone NC</title><content type='html'>Kathy Evans and I, at our beloved Murphy's, where we worked and played. I'm not sure why we are dressed alike, because we did not wear uniforms at Murphy's.  I am 20 in this pic and Murphy's is no longer on this site. It is now in downtown Boone in the old Watauga Democrat building. Lotta memories in this pic. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShV8AfdskdI/AAAAAAAAAf0/lNEbTfq2NWk/s1600-h/Me+at+Murphys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338309281205490130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShV8AfdskdI/AAAAAAAAAf0/lNEbTfq2NWk/s320/Me+at+Murphys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-5864146271156337366?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/5864146271156337366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/05/circa-1988-boone-nc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/5864146271156337366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/5864146271156337366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/05/circa-1988-boone-nc.html' title='Circa 1988, Boone NC'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShV8AfdskdI/AAAAAAAAAf0/lNEbTfq2NWk/s72-c/Me+at+Murphys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-7580841148491635529</id><published>2009-05-21T09:01:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T10:10:31.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boone 2009</title><content type='html'>On a sunny Tuesday morning in May, two cousins headed for the hills of NC for a quick road trip. Robbie is home on leave from the Air Force, and wanted to see our majestic mountains while he was home. Of course, I was happy to oblige him as hostess in this endeavor! Lots of memories of my days living in Boone flooded back and Rob and I made some new memories during our visit!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShV026a-oPI/AAAAAAAAAfs/2EjdWjVL6mw/s1600-h/IMG_1629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338301420061761778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShV026a-oPI/AAAAAAAAAfs/2EjdWjVL6mw/s320/IMG_1629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rob and I stayed at The High Country Inn, locally owned and literally built in the side of the mountain. One thing that makes it original is the wildlife that lives on site. There are ducks and rabbits, a beautiful stream and nature area all along the parameter of the parking lot. Not your average Holiday Inn! Great rates too!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShV02u85BMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/paLLSP9BF_0/s1600-h/IMG_1636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338301416982774978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShV02u85BMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/paLLSP9BF_0/s320/IMG_1636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The stream that flows down the property ultimately ends up turning the water wheel at the base of the hill the hotel sits on. In the winter this wheel is beautiful as the water is frozen on it!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShV02c92WBI/AAAAAAAAAfc/UOet8LNcKV8/s1600-h/IMG_1637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338301412154955794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShV02c92WBI/AAAAAAAAAfc/UOet8LNcKV8/s320/IMG_1637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rob in front of the waterwheel. Highway 105 is in the background.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShV01-pzVKI/AAAAAAAAAfU/yEQPe54okJA/s1600-h/IMG_1638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338301404017808546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShV01-pzVKI/AAAAAAAAAfU/yEQPe54okJA/s320/IMG_1638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The entrance to High Country Inn.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShV01r_AlFI/AAAAAAAAAfM/s_FGU6V3RWg/s1600-h/IMG_1639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338301399006483538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShV01r_AlFI/AAAAAAAAAfM/s_FGU6V3RWg/s320/IMG_1639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob and I spent most of the morning in downtown Boone, visiting various shops and walking around the town. Some things were just the same as when I left, some had changed. This is The Jones House, which sits in the center of town and has been here since 1926. It now serves as a community center and houses lots of old artifacts of the early days of Boone. All summer long there is music on the grounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShVx18lbpfI/AAAAAAAAAfE/10l-sRkPYig/s1600-h/IMG_1640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338298104927725042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShVx18lbpfI/AAAAAAAAAfE/10l-sRkPYig/s320/IMG_1640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShVx1clSwlI/AAAAAAAAAe8/UP82_uVlunE/s1600-h/IMG_1642.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boone Drug, established in 1933. My first job during college was here, working at the lunch counter. The start of my restaurant era, I suppose!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShVx1HLPSHI/AAAAAAAAAe0/n67q5aHNAs0/s1600-h/IMG_1642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338298090590783602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShVx1HLPSHI/AAAAAAAAAe0/n67q5aHNAs0/s320/IMG_1642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot say enough about Boone Bagelry!!! I worked there from the day they opened and we were all more than just co-workers and friends, we were family! Lots and Lots and Lots of great memories here, not just working, but also hanging out. Best breakfast in Boone! They are celebrating 21 years in business this year! Donna, one of the owners, said she and her husband, Tony, the other owner, are looking for someone to manage the place now that they are getting older. She told me to think about it if I ever moved back. Hmmmmm...... (just kidding Mom :)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShVvT_LN_PI/AAAAAAAAAes/zruuPrBBCRA/s1600-h/IMG_1694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338295322484276466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShVvT_LN_PI/AAAAAAAAAes/zruuPrBBCRA/s320/IMG_1694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robbie and I had lunch at Our Daily Bread. They have remodeled since I was last there and the place looks great! Wonderful sandwiches and homemade potato salad!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShVvTaj1zTI/AAAAAAAAAek/p6dnoWPU-Yk/s1600-h/IMG_1645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338295312655437106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShVvTaj1zTI/AAAAAAAAAek/p6dnoWPU-Yk/s320/IMG_1645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't believe how traffic has increased on King Street. Boone has grown so much since I was there! At one point I lived in an apartment nestled in the mountain you see in this pic, almost at the top.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShVvTEh365I/AAAAAAAAAec/rXXV_8upV90/s1600-h/IMG_1644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338295306741607314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShVvTEh365I/AAAAAAAAAec/rXXV_8upV90/s320/IMG_1644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No visit to Boone would be complete without a stop at the Mast General Store. Rob and I splurged on a couple of things for ourselves, just like real tourists!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShVvS1NMBOI/AAAAAAAAAeU/ih-eI2jOPfg/s1600-h/IMG_1643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338295302628312290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShVvS1NMBOI/AAAAAAAAAeU/ih-eI2jOPfg/s320/IMG_1643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another shot of Mast Store.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShVvSaYwnwI/AAAAAAAAAeM/qAbWA_s2w24/s1600-h/IMG_1647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338295295429091074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShVvSaYwnwI/AAAAAAAAAeM/qAbWA_s2w24/s320/IMG_1647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-7580841148491635529?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/7580841148491635529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/05/trip-to-boone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/7580841148491635529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/7580841148491635529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/05/trip-to-boone.html' title='Boone 2009'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShV026a-oPI/AAAAAAAAAfs/2EjdWjVL6mw/s72-c/IMG_1629.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-8999851223000815227</id><published>2009-05-21T08:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T09:00:29.112-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Howard's Knob</title><content type='html'>I wanted Robbie to see Howard's Knob, where groups of us spent many afternoons hanging out when I was a student. You can see the entire town of Boone from the 3,333 foot elevation. The narrow road going up to "The Knob" is quite a climb, and you better have good brakes and put the car in low gear coming down!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShVq_PQlq3I/AAAAAAAAAeE/f20ZsVST5HE/s1600-h/IMG_1667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338290567978003314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShVq_PQlq3I/AAAAAAAAAeE/f20ZsVST5HE/s320/IMG_1667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robbie exploring one of the many boulders on the trail to the lookout.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShVq-wv0ASI/AAAAAAAAAd8/ZMLfiIqR5MQ/s1600-h/IMG_1670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338290559787467042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShVq-wv0ASI/AAAAAAAAAd8/ZMLfiIqR5MQ/s320/IMG_1670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the center of this pic you can see ASU's football stadium. Just to the left is the dorm I lived in during my first year. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShVq-qA4OkI/AAAAAAAAAd0/6ZQ1XJYHIss/s1600-h/IMG_1661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338290557979998786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShVq-qA4OkI/AAAAAAAAAd0/6ZQ1XJYHIss/s320/IMG_1661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is pretty much the extent of my rock climbing these days.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShVq-apX8qI/AAAAAAAAAds/diihWvWGsDs/s1600-h/IMG_1649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338290553854882466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShVq-apX8qI/AAAAAAAAAds/diihWvWGsDs/s320/IMG_1649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robbie atop a rock in the center of the park.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShVq95wRpGI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Ya8gaVfbawA/s1600-h/IMG_1675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338290545025459298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShVq95wRpGI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Ya8gaVfbawA/s320/IMG_1675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-8999851223000815227?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/8999851223000815227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/05/howards-knob.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/8999851223000815227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/8999851223000815227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/05/howards-knob.html' title='Howard&apos;s Knob'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShVq_PQlq3I/AAAAAAAAAeE/f20ZsVST5HE/s72-c/IMG_1667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-8365666347753765843</id><published>2009-05-21T07:50:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T08:38:58.423-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blowing Rock</title><content type='html'>Robbie and I spent the latter part of the afternoon in Blowing Rock walking the shops and enjoying the sunshine. We stopped at Glidewell's (formerly Tijuiana Fats in the old days)  to get a cold drink and watch the little town's other guests enjoy themselves as they strolled by.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShVkWj9ui_I/AAAAAAAAAdc/SRucXk6mgns/s1600-h/IMG_1676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338283272091634674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShVkWj9ui_I/AAAAAAAAAdc/SRucXk6mgns/s320/IMG_1676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rob and I at Glidewell's. After relaxing a bit, we walked further down the street to the Blowing Rock Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShVkWST9uFI/AAAAAAAAAdU/GDEKBXCo_Nk/s1600-h/IMG_1677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338283267353065554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShVkWST9uFI/AAAAAAAAAdU/GDEKBXCo_Nk/s320/IMG_1677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blowing Rock brings out the kid in all of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShVkWJ85eUI/AAAAAAAAAdM/0lwMx8znrHg/s1600-h/IMG_1682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338283265108834626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShVkWJ85eUI/AAAAAAAAAdM/0lwMx8znrHg/s320/IMG_1682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a statue at the edge of the park that honors gardeners. The flowers and landscaping at the park are beautiful, especially right now as everything is in full bloom.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShVkV1yhdTI/AAAAAAAAAdE/_n9WF1PuqXQ/s1600-h/IMG_1680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338283259696608562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShVkV1yhdTI/AAAAAAAAAdE/_n9WF1PuqXQ/s320/IMG_1680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robbie in front of the Veterans Memorial at Blowing Rock Park.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShVg49BdjuI/AAAAAAAAAc8/dNDIFEq2Eto/s1600-h/IMG_1681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338279464887226082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShVg49BdjuI/AAAAAAAAAc8/dNDIFEq2Eto/s320/IMG_1681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inside the Bob Timberlake Gallery...beautiful art and so much more!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShVg4tDRcYI/AAAAAAAAAc0/GB6Fr5-H86M/s1600-h/IMG_1679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338279460599853442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShVg4tDRcYI/AAAAAAAAAc0/GB6Fr5-H86M/s320/IMG_1679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Canyons for dinner and "a show".....the sunset! The food was awesome and we ate out on the deck that overlooks Linville Gorge. The view is unbelievable from there! For all you old mountaineers, Canyons is in the building that used to house Holley's Tavern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShVg4ZDlrbI/AAAAAAAAAcs/aKUpLzboO7c/s1600-h/IMG_1691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338279455232470450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShVg4ZDlrbI/AAAAAAAAAcs/aKUpLzboO7c/s320/IMG_1691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from Canyon's Deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShVg4Lhc6fI/AAAAAAAAAck/S7v22tQqRw8/s1600-h/IMG_1688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338279451599628786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShVg4Lhc6fI/AAAAAAAAAck/S7v22tQqRw8/s320/IMG_1688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shot of my beloved mountains..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShVg39hL9uI/AAAAAAAAAcc/covWfgh8qnc/s1600-h/IMG_1684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338279447840421602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShVg39hL9uI/AAAAAAAAAcc/covWfgh8qnc/s320/IMG_1684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robbie and I had a great time on our quick road trip! Thanks, Rob, for sharing this time with your ol' mountaineer cuz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-8365666347753765843?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/8365666347753765843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/05/blowing-rock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/8365666347753765843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/8365666347753765843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/05/blowing-rock.html' title='Blowing Rock'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ShVkWj9ui_I/AAAAAAAAAdc/SRucXk6mgns/s72-c/IMG_1676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-6444194881843203725</id><published>2009-05-10T12:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T13:09:57.001-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day 2009</title><content type='html'>Happy Mother's Day to my great mom, known as Sandy to the rest of the world! She, Daddy and I started the day at my house with gifts, then headed to the Farmers Market for breakfast and a bit of flower shopping.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sgck8aIu0OI/AAAAAAAAAcU/FvbckE-p7ao/s1600-h/IMG_1610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334272903870337250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sgck8aIu0OI/AAAAAAAAAcU/FvbckE-p7ao/s320/IMG_1610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breakfast at The Moose Cafe was wonderful! I couldn't resist taking a picture of Mom at this mural in the restaurant. If only those horses had been real....we would have been on them in a second!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sgck8KfBhnI/AAAAAAAAAcM/cVvp9ilaXks/s1600-h/IMG_1611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334272899668870770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sgck8KfBhnI/AAAAAAAAAcM/cVvp9ilaXks/s320/IMG_1611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sgck8Pwd5LI/AAAAAAAAAcE/eyAuqEY7yCM/s1600-h/IMG_1614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334272901084210354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sgck8Pwd5LI/AAAAAAAAAcE/eyAuqEY7yCM/s320/IMG_1614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad shopped for some things for their yard, while I looked for a pretty plant to put in my den.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sgck7kj5XJI/AAAAAAAAAb8/NnqHb3rfAgg/s1600-h/IMG_1615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334272889488759954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sgck7kj5XJI/AAAAAAAAAb8/NnqHb3rfAgg/s320/IMG_1615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sgck7TgjDqI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Eij6BiuAgvE/s1600-h/IMG_1612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334272884911312546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sgck7TgjDqI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Eij6BiuAgvE/s320/IMG_1612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great morning with family! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, Mom, for all you do for our family all year long. You are not only my mother, but truly my best friend. I love you very much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-6444194881843203725?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/6444194881843203725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/6444194881843203725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/6444194881843203725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day-2009.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day 2009'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sgck8aIu0OI/AAAAAAAAAcU/FvbckE-p7ao/s72-c/IMG_1610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-2904370017261321544</id><published>2009-05-09T18:24:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T19:20:01.668-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Home Robbie!!</title><content type='html'>On Friday, May 8th, I made a secret trip to PTI Airport to pick up my cousin Robbie, who shares my birthday and is in the Air Force. Robbie's plan was to surprise the family and especially his Mom for Mother's day. Upon his arrival we were so happy to see one another, but not so happy that American Airlines had lost all his luggage. Rob didn't even let that detail bother him and we started back to Archdale for a fun-filled day!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SgYnF9s_F2I/AAAAAAAAAbs/mA3fD6Fez8k/s1600-h/IMG_1544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333993792083007330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SgYnF9s_F2I/AAAAAAAAAbs/mA3fD6Fez8k/s320/IMG_1544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SgYmhEvkPGI/AAAAAAAAAbk/3wEd24BqB6o/s1600-h/IMG_1546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333993158317718626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SgYmhEvkPGI/AAAAAAAAAbk/3wEd24BqB6o/s320/IMG_1546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a cure of Rob's craving for NC BBQ at Carter Brothers, we headed to Maria's house to visit with her and the gang. It didn't take long for a game of Bball to get started in the driveway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SgYmgw3LnSI/AAAAAAAAAbc/NpypkiqkbxI/s1600-h/IMG_1548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333993152980950306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SgYmgw3LnSI/AAAAAAAAAbc/NpypkiqkbxI/s320/IMG_1548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SgYmgkBV6EI/AAAAAAAAAbU/31wPUX35DnU/s1600-h/IMG_1556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333993149533907010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SgYmgkBV6EI/AAAAAAAAAbU/31wPUX35DnU/s320/IMG_1556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robbie and I went back to my house, where I was going to hide him out for a couple of days. We enjoyed sitting on the deck and catching up. At dinnertime, Angela and Kendall came over and brought Jordan and Savannah, Brandon's son and daughter. We ordered pizza and had a wonderful family visit. Brandon was still at work but was there in spirit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SgYkCQgocQI/AAAAAAAAAa8/cZKpOLLvcOM/s1600-h/IMG_1579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333990429877104898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SgYkCQgocQI/AAAAAAAAAa8/cZKpOLLvcOM/s320/IMG_1579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SgYkB4KslmI/AAAAAAAAAas/PrvKA5_f2qE/s1600-h/IMG_1584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333990423342650978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SgYkB4KslmI/AAAAAAAAAas/PrvKA5_f2qE/s320/IMG_1584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SgYkB35NaeI/AAAAAAAAAak/AFxI6ITuPk0/s1600-h/IMG_1582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333990423269304802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SgYkB35NaeI/AAAAAAAAAak/AFxI6ITuPk0/s320/IMG_1582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savannah, who is 14 and head of the JV cheerleading squad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan,16 entertaining us with some great guitar playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SgYkBjGYWFI/AAAAAAAAAac/xNfVkG41VF0/s1600-h/IMG_1589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333990417687402578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SgYkBjGYWFI/AAAAAAAAAac/xNfVkG41VF0/s320/IMG_1589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SgYh5gxmpcI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Gu7hb8ggmNU/s1600-h/IMG_1593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333988080601179586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SgYh5gxmpcI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Gu7hb8ggmNU/s320/IMG_1593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Robbie said he had been craving Sir Pizza for so long! Archdale is a long way from New Mexico and there is no Sir Pizza, BBQ, or Archdale Soda Shop there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of God's little blessings...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SgYh5WIERkI/AAAAAAAAAaM/8HDvsWg2mJk/s1600-h/IMG_1596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333988077742605890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SgYh5WIERkI/AAAAAAAAAaM/8HDvsWg2mJk/s320/IMG_1596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SgYh5M3vCEI/AAAAAAAAAaE/5GeZOb9HDAI/s1600-h/IMG_1603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333988075258185794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SgYh5M3vCEI/AAAAAAAAAaE/5GeZOb9HDAI/s320/IMG_1603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...who was getting a little tired by group photo time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SgYh47WFviI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/bEq_GC_KU5s/s1600-h/IMG_1608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333988070553665058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SgYh47WFviI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/bEq_GC_KU5s/s320/IMG_1608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savannah demonstrated some of her cheers and dance routines in the back yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SgYh4rODR4I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/QfDUzkEu4jw/s1600-h/IMG_1609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333988066224981890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SgYh4rODR4I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/QfDUzkEu4jw/s320/IMG_1609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harley enjoyed all the company and had a nice evening as well!  In the end, Robbie decided to go over to his parents' house that very night and surprise his mom. She was thrilled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WELCOME HOME ROBBIE! LOVE YOU BUNCHES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-2904370017261321544?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/2904370017261321544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/05/welcome-home-robbie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/2904370017261321544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/2904370017261321544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/05/welcome-home-robbie.html' title='Welcome Home Robbie!!'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SgYnF9s_F2I/AAAAAAAAAbs/mA3fD6Fez8k/s72-c/IMG_1544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-6094378325223874994</id><published>2009-04-21T20:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:39:43.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is Patient. Love is Kind.</title><content type='html'>Please click the link....you will enjoy, I promise!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Se6C1BCUEBI/AAAAAAAAAZs/AOl2vpFHNoI/s1600-h/IMG_1061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327339256548691986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Se6C1BCUEBI/AAAAAAAAAZs/AOl2vpFHNoI/s320/IMG_1061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bellaonline.com/articles/art3051.asp"&gt;Love is Patient Love is Kind - Quotations&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/5884388919531594717-6094378325223874994?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/6094378325223874994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-is-patient-love-is-kind-quotations.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/6094378325223874994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/6094378325223874994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-is-patient-love-is-kind-quotations.html' title='Love is Patient. Love is Kind.'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Se6C1BCUEBI/AAAAAAAAAZs/AOl2vpFHNoI/s72-c/IMG_1061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-8808398731281228389</id><published>2009-04-20T19:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:04:12.339-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lean On Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Se0vQtv6hFI/AAAAAAAAAZk/gKfjybCYN5E/s1600-h/IMG_1452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326965898454139986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Se0vQtv6hFI/AAAAAAAAAZk/gKfjybCYN5E/s320/IMG_1452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take a close look at all the pictures, then click on the Bill Withers link at the bottom. Make your own connections with the song from 1973. Thank you so much to all those in my life who have said, "lean on me". &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Se0qcrGlJgI/AAAAAAAAAZc/9bEvBjb4UEA/s1600-h/IMG_1096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326960606344193538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Se0qcrGlJgI/AAAAAAAAAZc/9bEvBjb4UEA/s320/IMG_1096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Se0qcosfD4I/AAAAAAAAAZU/YVx2u1yA4z4/s1600-h/IMG_1092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326960605697871746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Se0qcosfD4I/AAAAAAAAAZU/YVx2u1yA4z4/s320/IMG_1092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Se0qcb5pBjI/AAAAAAAAAZM/_jwq0fckKzM/s1600-h/IMG_1090_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326960602263389746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Se0qcb5pBjI/AAAAAAAAAZM/_jwq0fckKzM/s320/IMG_1090_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Se0o124BY9I/AAAAAAAAAZE/Hxw-v7CbXA0/s1600-h/IMG_1031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326958839977829330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Se0o124BY9I/AAAAAAAAAZE/Hxw-v7CbXA0/s320/IMG_1031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Se0o1leGCDI/AAAAAAAAAY8/4qsJGy55tnY/s1600-h/IMG_1367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326958835305678898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Se0o1leGCDI/AAAAAAAAAY8/4qsJGy55tnY/s320/IMG_1367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Se0o1QfRY8I/AAAAAAAAAY0/6JcPgciUB0k/s1600-h/IMG_0766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326958829673472962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Se0o1QfRY8I/AAAAAAAAAY0/6JcPgciUB0k/s320/IMG_0766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Se0o1OaWI6I/AAAAAAAAAYs/sDlvuAhLGPA/s1600-h/At+the+Zoo+With+Grandaddy+5+19+2008+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326958829115941794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Se0o1OaWI6I/AAAAAAAAAYs/sDlvuAhLGPA/s320/At+the+Zoo+With+Grandaddy+5+19+2008+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Se0o08pNg7I/AAAAAAAAAYk/nMlVOcFg46c/s1600-h/IMG_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326958824346452914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Se0o08pNg7I/AAAAAAAAAYk/nMlVOcFg46c/s320/IMG_0039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Wpof8s5ZTg"&gt;YouTube - Lean On Me (Live)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this old clip and think it speaks to each of us in a way that is individual to our life at the moment. Take it as you will.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-8808398731281228389?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/8808398731281228389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/04/youtube-lean-on-me-live.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/8808398731281228389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/8808398731281228389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/04/youtube-lean-on-me-live.html' title='Lean On Me'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Se0vQtv6hFI/AAAAAAAAAZk/gKfjybCYN5E/s72-c/IMG_1452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-4075809488643092961</id><published>2009-04-02T20:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:57:28.038-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn up the volume and Enjoy!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SdV6BMsagnI/AAAAAAAAAYc/YoVBNNCXwU8/s1600-h/IMG_1243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320292695814079090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SdV6BMsagnI/AAAAAAAAAYc/YoVBNNCXwU8/s320/IMG_1243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maniacworld.com/bird-loves-ray-charles.html"&gt;http://www.maniacworld.com/bird-loves-ray-charles.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Click the link above to enjoy this great video provided by Buddy Bird, who lives in my sun room... He's evidentally been on the web while I'm at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-4075809488643092961?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/4075809488643092961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/04/turn-up-volume-and-enjoy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/4075809488643092961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/4075809488643092961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/04/turn-up-volume-and-enjoy.html' title='Turn up the volume and Enjoy!!!'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SdV6BMsagnI/AAAAAAAAAYc/YoVBNNCXwU8/s72-c/IMG_1243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-6739791102939930149</id><published>2009-03-31T15:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T17:34:30.665-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Harley's Haircut</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Harley still had her long winter coat to keep her warm.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SdKMnwUVggI/AAAAAAAAAYU/SmY1TV_QaPc/s1600-h/IMG_1496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319468724490961410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SdKMnwUVggI/AAAAAAAAAYU/SmY1TV_QaPc/s320/IMG_1496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's a burly girl in the back yard with the catepiller squeaky toy....&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SdKMnSX681I/AAAAAAAAAYM/dMeqkDsKG2E/s1600-h/IMG_1489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319468716452934482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SdKMnSX681I/AAAAAAAAAYM/dMeqkDsKG2E/s320/IMG_1489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But today Harley is liberated!!!! She got her annual spring haircut, complete with two little blue bows behind her ears that match the tag on her collar.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SdKMm4r5arI/AAAAAAAAAYE/_jdR1j-xbH4/s1600-h/IMG_1518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319468709557398194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SdKMm4r5arI/AAAAAAAAAYE/_jdR1j-xbH4/s320/IMG_1518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SSTB was thrilled.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SdKMmAV9O4I/AAAAAAAAAX8/m_jQWmyJ2Jw/s1600-h/IMG_1519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319468694432988034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SdKMmAV9O4I/AAAAAAAAAX8/m_jQWmyJ2Jw/s320/IMG_1519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots and lots of water to be lapped up as soon as we got home.  I'm so sure there was no water provided at the beauty salon where she spent her day while I worked....yeah, right.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SdKKWSFJDqI/AAAAAAAAAX0/8aoe2i3QQeo/s1600-h/IMG_1501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319466225293135522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SdKKWSFJDqI/AAAAAAAAAX0/8aoe2i3QQeo/s320/IMG_1501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So glad to be back in the yard!!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SdKKVx_zowI/AAAAAAAAAXs/3-azIL_Qy_g/s1600-h/IMG_1505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319466216680825602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SdKKVx_zowI/AAAAAAAAAXs/3-azIL_Qy_g/s320/IMG_1505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SdKKVi9F7VI/AAAAAAAAAXk/aZdUxI9cQ6Y/s1600-h/IMG_1511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319466212642909522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SdKKVi9F7VI/AAAAAAAAAXk/aZdUxI9cQ6Y/s320/IMG_1511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait 'til Boomer sees me!!!!!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SdKKVX81h9I/AAAAAAAAAXc/EDuegTVZ4DQ/s1600-h/IMG_1515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319466209689044946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SdKKVX81h9I/AAAAAAAAAXc/EDuegTVZ4DQ/s320/IMG_1515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SdKKVKZNlqI/AAAAAAAAAXU/3PNcGr_DMwM/s1600-h/IMG_1523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319466206049965730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SdKKVKZNlqI/AAAAAAAAAXU/3PNcGr_DMwM/s320/IMG_1523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-6739791102939930149?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/6739791102939930149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/03/harleys-haircut.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/6739791102939930149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/6739791102939930149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/03/harleys-haircut.html' title='Harley&apos;s Haircut'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SdKMnwUVggI/AAAAAAAAAYU/SmY1TV_QaPc/s72-c/IMG_1496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-3568504975241264437</id><published>2009-03-29T09:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T10:13:07.747-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kendall Turns Four!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sc-cS3IZbpI/AAAAAAAAAXM/B2kUd5frHH8/s1600-h/IMG_1478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318641532798594706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sc-cS3IZbpI/AAAAAAAAAXM/B2kUd5frHH8/s320/IMG_1478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What could be better on a rainy Saturday afternoon than a party at McDonalds?? We all gathered for Kendall's fourth birthday and had a great time!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sc-cSzkXnGI/AAAAAAAAAXE/n3KvMMnU1Pk/s1600-h/IMG_1482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318641531842174050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sc-cSzkXnGI/AAAAAAAAAXE/n3KvMMnU1Pk/s320/IMG_1482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note the birthday girl's outfit for her special day.  She picked it out herself, of course. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sc-cSsdgHpI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Q_T5TLqngmc/s1600-h/IMG_1480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318641529934323346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sc-cSsdgHpI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Q_T5TLqngmc/s320/IMG_1480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brandon and I got to see our old friend Sara, and her daughter Maya. When Sara first moved to NC about 5 years ago from up North, Brandon was her first friend here. She also worked for Ric at one point while she was getting settled here. I can't believe how much Maya has grown! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sc-cSBB5BrI/AAAAAAAAAW0/X2mUEqgnSvY/s1600-h/IMG_1481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318641518275790514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sc-cSBB5BrI/AAAAAAAAAW0/X2mUEqgnSvY/s320/IMG_1481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Cuz, also known as "Brandondaddy", as Kendall calls him.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sc-cR5bfGcI/AAAAAAAAAWs/TsCPZpGXpkU/s1600-h/IMG_1473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318641516235659714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sc-cR5bfGcI/AAAAAAAAAWs/TsCPZpGXpkU/s320/IMG_1473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of nourishment needed to hang at the McDonald's Playplace!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sc-XSxBo9SI/AAAAAAAAAWk/b7FoYOFLUos/s1600-h/IMG_1486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318636033601500450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sc-XSxBo9SI/AAAAAAAAAWk/b7FoYOFLUos/s320/IMG_1486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mike and Peggy, Brandon's parents, also joined the party. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sc-XSSJHMCI/AAAAAAAAAWc/bX-otzfVthU/s1600-h/IMG_1468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318636025311342626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sc-XSSJHMCI/AAAAAAAAAWc/bX-otzfVthU/s320/IMG_1468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kendall's grandmother, Michelle, striking a pose with Kendall's Bday crown.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sc-XR4q8RJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/wr6mP6BIx2Y/s1600-h/IMG_1479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318636018473911442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sc-XR4q8RJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/wr6mP6BIx2Y/s320/IMG_1479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela did a super job with the party. She is a great mom and a great girl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sc-XR5KQ36I/AAAAAAAAAWM/3gG9e5zZ0SQ/s1600-h/IMG_1474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318636018605285282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sc-XR5KQ36I/AAAAAAAAAWM/3gG9e5zZ0SQ/s320/IMG_1474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A feast for queens!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sc-XRcCVKnI/AAAAAAAAAWE/zGKHyxbYBnQ/s1600-h/IMG_1483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318636010787383922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sc-XRcCVKnI/AAAAAAAAAWE/zGKHyxbYBnQ/s320/IMG_1483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-3568504975241264437?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/3568504975241264437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/03/kendall-turns-four.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/3568504975241264437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/3568504975241264437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/03/kendall-turns-four.html' title='Kendall Turns Four!'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sc-cS3IZbpI/AAAAAAAAAXM/B2kUd5frHH8/s72-c/IMG_1478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-7970525171846957874</id><published>2009-03-24T17:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T17:20:59.054-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Saturday for Sherri</title><content type='html'>On March 21 I turned 41 and the day was fabulous! Ric decided the theme to my birthday this year would include the first verse of a Tanya Tucker song, "Delta Dawn". The first line goes, "...well she's 41 and her daddy still calls her baby..". Ric put this up on his sign at the restaurant as an announcement to all who passed by that I was a year older. He gave me a beautiful birdbath, two new tires for my car, and a surprise dinner as gifts. Mom and Dad gave me a bird feeder and several other things to make my yard look beautiful this spring. Aunt Mary Ann gave me a great popourri holder for my sunroom and Tammy left a bamboo plant on my back porch. Mam-Maw gave me some good ol' cash that I used to buy a hanging basket. Thanks so much to everyone who made my birthday so special! Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Scln5ahvITI/AAAAAAAAAV8/u1S1PeBZRrU/s1600-h/IMG_1406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316895071158608178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Scln5ahvITI/AAAAAAAAAV8/u1S1PeBZRrU/s320/IMG_1406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday afternoon Maria, Kaleigh, and I went for a girls day of pedicures! We had a ball spending time together just being girly! A great big Thank You to Phil for making this possible as he stayed home with Maria's boys.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Scln4-UwwdI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Z6aldgEhiN0/s1600-h/IMG_1400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316895063587996114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Scln4-UwwdI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Z6aldgEhiN0/s320/IMG_1400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little buddy Kaleigh, striking a pose for the camera with me. Note her pink fingernails. She got her fingers and toes polished!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Scln4aBH6DI/AAAAAAAAAVs/b9MheUC_7a8/s1600-h/IMG_1401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316895053841950770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Scln4aBH6DI/AAAAAAAAAVs/b9MheUC_7a8/s320/IMG_1401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even Seth was partying with us when we got back from the salon.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Scln4UXao_I/AAAAAAAAAVk/-HH8EDHcVJs/s1600-h/IMG_1397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316895052324840434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Scln4UXao_I/AAAAAAAAAVk/-HH8EDHcVJs/s320/IMG_1397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more shot of my little diva. Check out those blue eyes!! ...Little Maria.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Scln35JR74I/AAAAAAAAAVc/dn3iyVgnq0Y/s1600-h/IMG_1398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316895045017792386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Scln35JR74I/AAAAAAAAAVc/dn3iyVgnq0Y/s320/IMG_1398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-7970525171846957874?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/7970525171846957874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/7970525171846957874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/7970525171846957874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_24.html' title='Birthday Saturday for Sherri'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Scln5ahvITI/AAAAAAAAAV8/u1S1PeBZRrU/s72-c/IMG_1406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-8154932475921386487</id><published>2009-03-24T16:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T19:06:24.965-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mahi's</title><content type='html'>Ric had asked me to pick a place that I would like to go for dinner on Saturday night. I chose Mahi's, a wonderful seafood restaurant in Greensboro. Little did I know that after I said I'd like to go there, Ric arranged for Maria, Phil, and Ric's nephew, RJ, to join us! I was so surprised to have a crowd there, and we had wonderful food, service, and an all-around great time. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Scllt8CBeYI/AAAAAAAAAVU/WvnqHH1NC-U/s1600-h/IMG_1407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316892674970712450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Scllt8CBeYI/AAAAAAAAAVU/WvnqHH1NC-U/s320/IMG_1407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and my "sis" of 34 years, Maria.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SclltQoT7kI/AAAAAAAAAVM/G293t2IbSrM/s1600-h/IMG_1409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316892663320145474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SclltQoT7kI/AAAAAAAAAVM/G293t2IbSrM/s320/IMG_1409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During dinner we enjoyed the talents of Rick Allred. His music is wonderful...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sclls5V6KaI/AAAAAAAAAVE/1FB1DtiX1LM/s1600-h/IMG_1408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316892657068943778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sclls5V6KaI/AAAAAAAAAVE/1FB1DtiX1LM/s320/IMG_1408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and so is his magic! He comes around to the tables in between sets and does the most amazing slight of hand tricks I have ever seen. Great entertainment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SclkUjQ40ZI/AAAAAAAAAU8/le-908e6K1E/s1600-h/IMG_1413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316891139313815954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SclkUjQ40ZI/AAAAAAAAAU8/le-908e6K1E/s320/IMG_1413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maria and Phil, enjoying a night of adult company.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SclkUOJDdcI/AAAAAAAAAU0/0nYRTBfzwZA/s1600-h/IMG_1410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316891133643814338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SclkUOJDdcI/AAAAAAAAAU0/0nYRTBfzwZA/s320/IMG_1410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, Ric, Phil, Maria, and RJ.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SclkTzC946I/AAAAAAAAAUs/pE2c7dkkYQM/s1600-h/IMG_1415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316891126370526114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SclkTzC946I/AAAAAAAAAUs/pE2c7dkkYQM/s320/IMG_1415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys were not quite up for dancing, so Maria and I took the floor and boogied like we have since we were six. Later we all danced, including RJ and our waitress, Heidi, who was great! Rick Allred took requests from the birthday table and played beautifully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SclkTTGG9qI/AAAAAAAAAUk/gID-9qqX4Eo/s1600-h/IMG_1418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316891117793769122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SclkTTGG9qI/AAAAAAAAAUk/gID-9qqX4Eo/s320/IMG_1418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maria and I leaving the dance floor and having as much fun as two girls can have.  What's so funny, Maria?  My awesome dance moves????&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SclkTDvVrQI/AAAAAAAAAUc/oUcoBEuk2-4/s1600-h/IMG_1419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316891113671732482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SclkTDvVrQI/AAAAAAAAAUc/oUcoBEuk2-4/s320/IMG_1419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-8154932475921386487?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/8154932475921386487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/03/mahis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/8154932475921386487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/8154932475921386487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/03/mahis.html' title='Mahi&apos;s'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Scllt8CBeYI/AAAAAAAAAVU/WvnqHH1NC-U/s72-c/IMG_1407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-248421502794970083</id><published>2009-03-24T16:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T18:02:28.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Speakeasy</title><content type='html'>After dinner RJ, who lives in the area, suggested we go around the corner to a little place called "Speakeasy". It was less formal than Mahi's and RJ knew it had a pool table. I have known RJ since he was 14 years old and he is a great billiards player, as was his dad, Ric's brother Ron. We enjoyed listening to the music there and shooting pool. Thanks Dad, for teaching me the game and helping me to shoot a decent game of 8-ball!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ScliIcGVKkI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BA0bDcNr76k/s1600-h/IMG_1423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316888732208802370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ScliIcGVKkI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BA0bDcNr76k/s320/IMG_1423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maria was the official photo taker for the rest of the night, so this is the only pic of us at Speakeasy.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ScliHyLecQI/AAAAAAAAAUM/37kpSBzIfRE/s1600-h/IMG_1424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316888720956092674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ScliHyLecQI/AAAAAAAAAUM/37kpSBzIfRE/s320/IMG_1424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Larry, Curly, and Moe.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SclhFU-wNgI/AAAAAAAAAUE/l_kYqxCUeIM/s1600-h/IMG_1425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316887579246736898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SclhFU-wNgI/AAAAAAAAAUE/l_kYqxCUeIM/s320/IMG_1425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once the game got going it was a very serious affair....&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SclhFK29_gI/AAAAAAAAAT8/qsgpo51mcYU/s1600-h/IMG_1432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316887576529731074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SclhFK29_gI/AAAAAAAAAT8/qsgpo51mcYU/s320/IMG_1432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;RJ and I played against Ric and Phil in a game of 8-Ball.  We won.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SclhExFAodI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bXqq5btFGb4/s1600-h/IMG_1437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316887569609302482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SclhExFAodI/AAAAAAAAAT0/bXqq5btFGb4/s320/IMG_1437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A great time had by all.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SclhEkTAuqI/AAAAAAAAATs/38sB3WNx5xY/s1600-h/IMG_1438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316887566178368162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SclhEkTAuqI/AAAAAAAAATs/38sB3WNx5xY/s320/IMG_1438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fifth Beatle.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SclhEGrAvWI/AAAAAAAAATk/yS1NU5m8gtk/s1600-h/IMG_1439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316887558225968482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SclhEGrAvWI/AAAAAAAAATk/yS1NU5m8gtk/s320/IMG_1439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-248421502794970083?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/248421502794970083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/03/speakeasy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/248421502794970083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/248421502794970083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/03/speakeasy.html' title='Speakeasy'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ScliIcGVKkI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BA0bDcNr76k/s72-c/IMG_1423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-3131248460372850925</id><published>2009-03-24T16:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T18:09:47.285-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Backyard Tails</title><content type='html'>Of course, my special day would not be complete without Harley and Boomer. Ric had gotten me this balloon that looks like a flower and it was attached to my birdbath. When we arrived home we had some cake and had some fun with the dogs and the balloon.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ScleR6AEdgI/AAAAAAAAATc/3FGvQxaud7U/s1600-h/IMG_1447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316884496807917058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ScleR6AEdgI/AAAAAAAAATc/3FGvQxaud7U/s320/IMG_1447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The flower balloon has a clip on the "stem" of the flower that is perfect for attaching to a collar! Harley and Boomer enjoyed running around Ric's big empty "playroom" taking turns wearing it. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ScldtBHBCvI/AAAAAAAAATU/Bvvx0Wjn0Eg/s1600-h/IMG_1463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316883863060941554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ScldtBHBCvI/AAAAAAAAATU/Bvvx0Wjn0Eg/s320/IMG_1463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sclds3hBb1I/AAAAAAAAATM/AGHntjCeR-o/s1600-h/IMG_1456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316883860485664594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sclds3hBb1I/AAAAAAAAATM/AGHntjCeR-o/s320/IMG_1456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cake Ric got me was red velvet, not chocolate, so the dogs each had a little bite. Harley approved.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SclcbhF8tZI/AAAAAAAAATE/xLKQR7bR-kU/s1600-h/IMG_1454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316882462897124754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SclcbhF8tZI/AAAAAAAAATE/xLKQR7bR-kU/s320/IMG_1454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boomer in party mode.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sclca5bzepI/AAAAAAAAAS8/3Qo79xCnOys/s1600-h/IMG_1450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316882452251376274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sclca5bzepI/AAAAAAAAAS8/3Qo79xCnOys/s320/IMG_1450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harley having cake.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sclca13HdyI/AAAAAAAAAS0/zTzV97ytbE4/s1600-h/IMG_1460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316882451292190498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sclca13HdyI/AAAAAAAAAS0/zTzV97ytbE4/s320/IMG_1460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harley posing for paparazzi...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SclcahV9-BI/AAAAAAAAASs/R--eAvuIWIM/s1600-h/IMG_1448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316882445784446994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SclcahV9-BI/AAAAAAAAASs/R--eAvuIWIM/s320/IMG_1448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boomer giving me a birthday kiss.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SclcZ7zn1yI/AAAAAAAAASk/67Y51Iie5cY/s1600-h/IMG_1445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316882435708278562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SclcZ7zn1yI/AAAAAAAAASk/67Y51Iie5cY/s320/IMG_1445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU to all who made my birthday so special!!  Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-3131248460372850925?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/3131248460372850925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthday-hounds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/3131248460372850925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/3131248460372850925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthday-hounds.html' title='Birthday Backyard Tails'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ScleR6AEdgI/AAAAAAAAATc/3FGvQxaud7U/s72-c/IMG_1447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-8587813971498662319</id><published>2009-03-19T18:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T18:39:11.268-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's The Boss??</title><content type='html'>After days of rain and gloom, the sun finally came out on Wednesday and Boomer spent the day with Harley in my backyard. As she lay in the shade with SSTB (SunShine Teddy Bear), Boomer found two of the plastic toys from the doggie Christmas stocking.  A small one....&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ScLjc99wVBI/AAAAAAAAASc/7vSM2eU3TSs/s1600-h/IMG_1356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315060597060031506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ScLjc99wVBI/AAAAAAAAASc/7vSM2eU3TSs/s320/IMG_1356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....and a large one. He was perfectly happy with these toys and really enjoyed tossing them around the yard and then chasing after them. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ScLjcdHZ5jI/AAAAAAAAASU/YfP92NKK4nQ/s1600-h/IMG_1361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315060588242134578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ScLjcdHZ5jI/AAAAAAAAASU/YfP92NKK4nQ/s320/IMG_1361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...until Harley realized he had them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ScLjcCrrISI/AAAAAAAAASM/2-EB7zuHxDs/s1600-h/IMG_1360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315060581146501410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ScLjcCrrISI/AAAAAAAAASM/2-EB7zuHxDs/s320/IMG_1360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the result of her deciding he could only have one of the two toys to play with. Note SSTB by her side and the small plastic toy between her paws. Kinda' bitchy.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ScLjcOjhVqI/AAAAAAAAASE/XdKpFkkKlpM/s1600-h/IMG_1363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315060584333530786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ScLjcOjhVqI/AAAAAAAAASE/XdKpFkkKlpM/s320/IMG_1363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end all was well as both dogs were happy with the toys they had. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ScLjbx7b0_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/eYmgClY50bs/s1600-h/IMG_1362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315060576649204722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ScLjbx7b0_I/AAAAAAAAAR8/eYmgClY50bs/s320/IMG_1362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-8587813971498662319?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/8587813971498662319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/03/whos-boss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/8587813971498662319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/8587813971498662319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/03/whos-boss.html' title='Who&apos;s The Boss??'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ScLjc99wVBI/AAAAAAAAASc/7vSM2eU3TSs/s72-c/IMG_1356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-2356077683868021927</id><published>2009-03-19T16:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T17:42:43.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Double Date</title><content type='html'>As a Christmas gift, Ric and I gave Mom and Dad a gift certificate to Hampton's, a restaurant in the JH Adams Inn in High Point. Wednesday evening we all got together to use it.  The inn is very old and has been a family's home, a YWCA, even a funeral home! Several years ago it was purchased and restored and now is very close to how it was originally when JH Adams built it for his family. There are many old pictures throughout the inn that show it as it was originally. It is on the list of historical places in NC. We had a great time, and the only thing better than the food was the company!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ScLRfywHSkI/AAAAAAAAAQY/OBATAIf2NCc/s1600-h/last.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315040854380333634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ScLRfywHSkI/AAAAAAAAAQY/OBATAIf2NCc/s320/last.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sherm and I had a great time acting like two peas in a pod....&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ScLRf-39YgI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lSDVMVoU4NI/s1600-h/IMG_1378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315040857634464258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ScLRf-39YgI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lSDVMVoU4NI/s320/IMG_1378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom and I got to spend some good mother/daughter time together.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ScLRfo4T39I/AAAAAAAAAQI/cf_ozAV26aY/s1600-h/IMG_1377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315040851730358226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ScLRfo4T39I/AAAAAAAAAQI/cf_ozAV26aY/s320/IMG_1377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ric enjoyed being the customer and being treated to great food and good service.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ScLRfcZLmBI/AAAAAAAAAQA/5m-Gy3ETvTI/s1600-h/IMG_1369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315040848378566674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ScLRfcZLmBI/AAAAAAAAAQA/5m-Gy3ETvTI/s320/IMG_1369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Staton clan...small but mighty!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ScLRe-_AxpI/AAAAAAAAAP4/6NarMC4toGQ/s1600-h/IMG_1368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315040840484177554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ScLRe-_AxpI/AAAAAAAAAP4/6NarMC4toGQ/s320/IMG_1368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ric and Dad both happened to wear their leather blazers....mom and I didn't get the memo to dress alike..&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ScLOOHAd5dI/AAAAAAAAAPw/McBio0oKhtk/s1600-h/IMG_1375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315037252045104594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ScLOOHAd5dI/AAAAAAAAAPw/McBio0oKhtk/s320/IMG_1375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We enjoyed live music from this gentleman as we ate dinner. Mom could name every song he played as soon as he started it! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ScLONywHmzI/AAAAAAAAAPo/FZAAU93p7Rk/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315037246607825714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ScLONywHmzI/AAAAAAAAAPo/FZAAU93p7Rk/s320/4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Billy, our waiter, who took great care of us and was lots of fun.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ScLONah_XzI/AAAAAAAAAPg/HiRuxSvs8WM/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315037240106114866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ScLONah_XzI/AAAAAAAAAPg/HiRuxSvs8WM/s320/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls ordered salmon, and the guys ordered steak. The inn prides itself on fancy presentation and the food was delicious!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ScLONK4qKaI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Wi4ZNzNemWs/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315037235906226594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ScLONK4qKaI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Wi4ZNzNemWs/s320/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, dessert! This is a chocolate tort with strawberries, blueberries, and a scoop of vanilla walnut ice cream. I plan to walk and ride my bike as much as possible the next few days to work this off! Ric and I shared it and Mom and Dad got a creme brule'....Yummy!!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ScLOMjCrExI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/3fHcSEc8QDw/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315037225210811154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ScLOMjCrExI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/3fHcSEc8QDw/s320/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-2356077683868021927?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/2356077683868021927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/03/as-christmas-gift-ric-and-i-gave-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/2356077683868021927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/2356077683868021927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/03/as-christmas-gift-ric-and-i-gave-mom.html' title='Great Double Date'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/ScLRfywHSkI/AAAAAAAAAQY/OBATAIf2NCc/s72-c/last.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-174894968276388230</id><published>2009-03-11T20:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:19:16.048-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"...and a little child shall lead them..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sbh9wK0n7XI/AAAAAAAAAPI/L5rW6KGzT2M/s1600-h/IMG_1029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312134026975767922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sbh9wK0n7XI/AAAAAAAAAPI/L5rW6KGzT2M/s320/IMG_1029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Royals side of the family continues to be blessed with growth as Brandon and Angela plan their September wedding! We are so happy to welcome Angela and her daughter Kendall into our family. I have gained a sister and a special "little friend" ( as Granny would have put it) and we are all so happy they are a part of our lives.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sbh0nnaw2PI/AAAAAAAAAPA/p7d8K-m4KW0/s1600-h/IMG_1016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312123984428456178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sbh0nnaw2PI/AAAAAAAAAPA/p7d8K-m4KW0/s320/IMG_1016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sbh0nHSoLxI/AAAAAAAAAO4/WQij7AB3FIg/s1600-h/IMG_1040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312123975804399378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sbh0nHSoLxI/AAAAAAAAAO4/WQij7AB3FIg/s320/IMG_1040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SbhzikMYWTI/AAAAAAAAAOw/JBVpId56NNk/s1600-h/IMG_1061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312122798151850290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SbhzikMYWTI/AAAAAAAAAOw/JBVpId56NNk/s320/IMG_1061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kendall and Belle share some special times together as Kendall teaches Belle how to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SbhziL2n4tI/AAAAAAAAAOo/TLh1K_ici_g/s1600-h/IMG_1060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312122791618142930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SbhziL2n4tI/AAAAAAAAAOo/TLh1K_ici_g/s320/IMG_1060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sbhzhf7Qt9I/AAAAAAAAAOY/O1_7kyi9PY8/s1600-h/IMG_1074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312122779826436050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sbhzhf7Qt9I/AAAAAAAAAOY/O1_7kyi9PY8/s320/IMG_1074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly Kendall, Silly Sherri, Silly Ric!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sbhzg6FusLI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yElesHSbg4o/s1600-h/IMG_1075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312122769669796018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sbhzg6FusLI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yElesHSbg4o/s320/IMG_1075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kendall and Sherm share a moment just to themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God melds families in all sorts of ways. And it is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome to our crazy brood, A and K!! Love you bunches!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-174894968276388230?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/174894968276388230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/03/awesome-angela-and-kool-kendall.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/174894968276388230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/174894968276388230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/03/awesome-angela-and-kool-kendall.html' title='&quot;...and a little child shall lead them...&quot;'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Sbh9wK0n7XI/AAAAAAAAAPI/L5rW6KGzT2M/s72-c/IMG_1029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-106481350178453213</id><published>2009-03-07T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T17:55:59.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine Teddy Bear</title><content type='html'>At Christmas, I bought a large "doggie stocking" with numerous toys, balls, etc. in it. The stocking was intended to be a present  shared between Harley and Boomer. Boomer loved the balls and squeaky toys, but Harley immediately latched on to this yellow bear. She has "cared" for it ever since, bringing it in at night and taking it out to the yard when I go to work each morning. She put it under the deck during last week's massive snowfall until the snow melted. The bear is dirty, but not torn or ripped at all. She cracks me up the way she treats it like her baby!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SbMO0X7LDgI/AAAAAAAAAOI/MIPOqWlPl4k/s1600-h/IMG_1355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310604678538137090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SbMO0X7LDgI/AAAAAAAAAOI/MIPOqWlPl4k/s320/IMG_1355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When Boomer comes to visit she makes a point of letting him know he is not to get anywhere near her special friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SbMO0GaSaJI/AAAAAAAAAOA/7qSYEMJLTrk/s1600-h/IMG_1354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310604673836804242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SbMO0GaSaJI/AAAAAAAAAOA/7qSYEMJLTrk/s320/IMG_1354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dogs.....you gotta love 'em! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-106481350178453213?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/106481350178453213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunshine-teddy-bear.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/106481350178453213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/106481350178453213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunshine-teddy-bear.html' title='Sunshine Teddy Bear'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SbMO0X7LDgI/AAAAAAAAAOI/MIPOqWlPl4k/s72-c/IMG_1355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-8652321296393953888</id><published>2009-03-05T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T11:11:28.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Old Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SbASH2gfwHI/AAAAAAAAAN4/WW4IebM1GTs/s1600-h/IMG_1353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309763886770012274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SbASH2gfwHI/AAAAAAAAAN4/WW4IebM1GTs/s320/IMG_1353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Thursday, Feb.26, Archdale said goodbye to a friend and neighbor as Tim Terrell lost his battle with Leukemia at age 59. Tim owned and operated Twin Roads grocery just up the street from all of us, and his customers always felt like friends. Tim and his wife Linda were at the store all the time, and usually one or more of the family dogs would be waiting in the car. Sometimes when stray dogs would wander up to the store Tim would wind up taking them home with him. He used to let me cash checks there, instead of having to go to the ATM, earning the store the nickname "Bank of Tim". Every year for as long as I can remember he has employed high school boys to help out his longtime employees, Melvin and the gang. Both of Maria's brothers spent a summer working for Tim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SbASHup5XVI/AAAAAAAAANw/cbQ4BqRopqc/s1600-h/IMG_1352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309763884661955922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SbASHup5XVI/AAAAAAAAANw/cbQ4BqRopqc/s320/IMG_1352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tim was buried in his beloved Charleston, where he and Linda planned to retire and where his daughter lives. He served in Vietnam and his service included military honors. Thanks for all you did for our little end of Hwy. 62, Tim! In your words, "be good, and we'll see you soon!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-8652321296393953888?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/8652321296393953888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/03/farewell-old-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/8652321296393953888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/8652321296393953888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/03/farewell-old-friend.html' title='Farewell Old Friend'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SbASH2gfwHI/AAAAAAAAAN4/WW4IebM1GTs/s72-c/IMG_1353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-4962431005638979693</id><published>2009-03-02T13:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T14:32:41.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Like A Lion.....</title><content type='html'>March 1st was a great day in that Archdale saw a significant amount of snow and it just happened to be my day off! The snow started Sunday evening and by morning we were in a true winter wonderland. I really enjoyed hanging around at home, drinking coffee, and getting some projects accomplished. I had to reschedule my lunch plans with Mam-Maw, but we know we will get together soon. Harley spent a little time outside, but for the most part she was a lazy dog all day and got no projects accomplished. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SaxJJrWNIpI/AAAAAAAAANo/PLw_deXWFUA/s1600-h/IMG_1334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308698491366482578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SaxJJrWNIpI/AAAAAAAAANo/PLw_deXWFUA/s320/IMG_1334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture really doesn't show the true beauty of the bright red tulips from PawPaw's funeral. They are gorgeous, especially against the while windowsill and the white trees outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SaxJJAV0kAI/AAAAAAAAANg/5x22aYCPqIc/s1600-h/IMG_1333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308698479822147586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SaxJJAV0kAI/AAAAAAAAANg/5x22aYCPqIc/s320/IMG_1333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My front yard, covered with a blanket of winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SaxJIokborI/AAAAAAAAANY/5tOx-kUAbpI/s1600-h/IMG_1319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308698473440977586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SaxJIokborI/AAAAAAAAANY/5tOx-kUAbpI/s320/IMG_1319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from the fence gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SaxJIMuEKWI/AAAAAAAAANQ/E1VWGB8jZy0/s1600-h/IMG_1322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308698465965189474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SaxJIMuEKWI/AAAAAAAAANQ/E1VWGB8jZy0/s320/IMG_1322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things I love; a pretty snow and a bright American flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SaxJHqbR2hI/AAAAAAAAANI/DH76RZeVRIo/s1600-h/IMG_1326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308698456759589394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SaxJHqbR2hI/AAAAAAAAANI/DH76RZeVRIo/s320/IMG_1326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harley and I went out to play in the snow and for a while she was really excited and running all around, checking out all of her favorite spots in the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SaxGoaVB0uI/AAAAAAAAANA/AV9FS4_ngf8/s1600-h/IMG_1327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308695720839205602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SaxGoaVB0uI/AAAAAAAAANA/AV9FS4_ngf8/s320/IMG_1327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopping to strike a pose....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SaxGn0SVu1I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Kln3gY-Hu44/s1600-h/IMG_1323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308695710627380050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SaxGn0SVu1I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Kln3gY-Hu44/s320/IMG_1323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making sure the ground is actually still under there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SaxGnkx4-7I/AAAAAAAAAMw/W9MytcQpwh4/s1600-h/IMG_1331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308695706464746418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SaxGnkx4-7I/AAAAAAAAAMw/W9MytcQpwh4/s320/IMG_1331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....telling me when it is time to go back inside for another cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SaxGnoSxwSI/AAAAAAAAAMo/-_YWIxh7z8M/s1600-h/IMG_1325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308695707407991074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SaxGnoSxwSI/AAAAAAAAAMo/-_YWIxh7z8M/s320/IMG_1325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pretty much how she opted to spend the rest of her snow day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SaxGnbmGD1I/AAAAAAAAAMg/F80QTlshHu0/s1600-h/IMG_1332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308695703999352658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SaxGnbmGD1I/AAAAAAAAAMg/F80QTlshHu0/s320/IMG_1332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-4962431005638979693?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/4962431005638979693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/03/snow-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/4962431005638979693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/4962431005638979693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/03/snow-day.html' title='In Like A Lion.....'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SaxJJrWNIpI/AAAAAAAAANo/PLw_deXWFUA/s72-c/IMG_1334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-2519999266055622587</id><published>2009-03-02T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:40:33.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Guys</title><content type='html'>When the roads cleared a bit we took some pics at Ric's house. I forgot how beautiful the neighborhood where I grew up is in the snow! We played outside for just a few minutes until the cold got to us.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SaxDEuvlGdI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Ov2XpZZt03g/s1600-h/IMG_1335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308691809309104594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SaxDEuvlGdI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Ov2XpZZt03g/s320/IMG_1335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ric and Boomer. Boomer wasn't feeling particularly photogenic in this shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SaxDEXSHLaI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/dsE-8fA-ITo/s1600-h/IMG_1337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308691803011493282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SaxDEXSHLaI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/dsE-8fA-ITo/s320/IMG_1337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Boomer exploring in the snow at his new home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SaxDEKJwtxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/zBFwiK2_CM8/s1600-h/IMG_1336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308691799486805778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SaxDEKJwtxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/zBFwiK2_CM8/s320/IMG_1336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ric's house on the corner with Boomer. Is he going to get the mail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SaxDDyF-HOI/AAAAAAAAAMA/uKP56FEQDVc/s1600-h/IMG_1340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308691793028455650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SaxDDyF-HOI/AAAAAAAAAMA/uKP56FEQDVc/s320/IMG_1340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The view from Ric's backyard looking towards the end of the street where Mom and Dad live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-2519999266055622587?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/2519999266055622587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-guys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/2519999266055622587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/2519999266055622587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-guys.html' title='My Guys'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SaxDEuvlGdI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Ov2XpZZt03g/s72-c/IMG_1335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-147252242102983108</id><published>2009-03-02T13:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T17:52:39.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maria's Munchkins</title><content type='html'>Later in the day I went to Maria's to see her and the kids. They had been outside most of the day and were inside warming up when I got there. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SaxAQ_u4G-I/AAAAAAAAAL4/p6q7EktZI58/s1600-h/IMG_1342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308688721493105634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SaxAQ_u4G-I/AAAAAAAAAL4/p6q7EktZI58/s320/IMG_1342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Halle, Kaleigh, and Seth. Check out Kaleigh's model pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Saw_QRPTo0I/AAAAAAAAALw/wBHgfFkin1Q/s1600-h/IMG_1346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308687609501033282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Saw_QRPTo0I/AAAAAAAAALw/wBHgfFkin1Q/s320/IMG_1346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seth, 1/2 of Maria's face, Kaleigh, and Kaleigh's BFF Halle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Saw9r6tTJhI/AAAAAAAAALo/D25wfBO3X10/s1600-h/IMG_1345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308685885465896466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Saw9r6tTJhI/AAAAAAAAALo/D25wfBO3X10/s320/IMG_1345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seth showing off his muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Saw9rTGFEtI/AAAAAAAAALg/1og3gdPX8K0/s1600-h/IMG_1351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308685874832413394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Saw9rTGFEtI/AAAAAAAAALg/1og3gdPX8K0/s320/IMG_1351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zachary chillin' on the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Saw9prFRuaI/AAAAAAAAALY/sZh7LuEnG20/s1600-h/IMG_1350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308685846911760802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Saw9prFRuaI/AAAAAAAAALY/sZh7LuEnG20/s320/IMG_1350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aidan with a great smile for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Saw9pLbGdiI/AAAAAAAAALQ/j__19aeZSoc/s1600-h/IMG_1348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308685838413362722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Saw9pLbGdiI/AAAAAAAAALQ/j__19aeZSoc/s320/IMG_1348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kaleigh and her very best friend and neighbor, Halle. These two crack Maria and me up all the time. We were just a little older than them when we became best friends at the age of six!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Saw9mwRctoI/AAAAAAAAALI/AcXU1fEVPNk/s1600-h/IMG_1347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308685796765382274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/Saw9mwRctoI/AAAAAAAAALI/AcXU1fEVPNk/s320/IMG_1347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tiny Divas striking a pose in the driveway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-147252242102983108?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/147252242102983108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/03/marias-munchkins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/147252242102983108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/147252242102983108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/03/marias-munchkins.html' title='Maria&apos;s Munchkins'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SaxAQ_u4G-I/AAAAAAAAAL4/p6q7EktZI58/s72-c/IMG_1342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-7072591111771139486</id><published>2009-02-20T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T18:34:17.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandfathers</title><content type='html'>Last summer we all gathered at Mom and Dad's in June. Both my grandfathers came and seemed to have the same sense of fashion that day! I am so lucky to be blessed with grandparents for so many years of my life. On the left is Pa Paw, on the right is Grandaddy. Pa- Paw passed away today. He was 90 years old. Grandaddy is 87 and living with Alzheimers.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SZ9YQP_Z7zI/AAAAAAAAALA/ujVH2uzF8Sk/s1600-h/IMG_0760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305055922259357490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SZ9YQP_Z7zI/AAAAAAAAALA/ujVH2uzF8Sk/s320/IMG_0760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "....surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life......."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know it will. Love to  these two special men, those who gave me the heritage of Staton and Royals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-7072591111771139486?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/7072591111771139486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/02/grandfathers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/7072591111771139486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/7072591111771139486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/02/grandfathers.html' title='Grandfathers'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SZ9YQP_Z7zI/AAAAAAAAALA/ujVH2uzF8Sk/s72-c/IMG_0760.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-9162494274793096966</id><published>2009-02-18T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T18:32:41.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Couch Potatoes</title><content type='html'>Ric and I took a quick trip earlier in the week. Boomer was due for some shots, so he was boarded at the vet while we were gone. Harley stayed home and was cared for by her grand-humans. (THANK YOU MOM AND DAD!!!) When we got home Boomer came to stay with Harley and me while Ric took care of business as usual. This is how they spent the entire day after we arrived back from our trip. Thank goodness for the doggie blanket I have for my sofa!!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SZyHzEQggkI/AAAAAAAAAK4/DGmbHrGtzoI/s1600-h/IMG_1318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304263772521660994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SZyHzEQggkI/AAAAAAAAAK4/DGmbHrGtzoI/s320/IMG_1318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SZyHy6hcScI/AAAAAAAAAKw/3UypBNkXjsY/s1600-h/IMG_1317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304263769908332994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SZyHy6hcScI/AAAAAAAAAKw/3UypBNkXjsY/s320/IMG_1317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SZyHymd5yYI/AAAAAAAAAKo/KIn90Cstef0/s1600-h/IMG_1316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304263764524779906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SZyHymd5yYI/AAAAAAAAAKo/KIn90Cstef0/s320/IMG_1316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...hope no one turns me in to the ASPCA........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-9162494274793096966?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/9162494274793096966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/02/ric-and-i-took-quick-trip-earlier-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/9162494274793096966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/9162494274793096966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/02/ric-and-i-took-quick-trip-earlier-in.html' title='Couch Potatoes'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SZyHzEQggkI/AAAAAAAAAK4/DGmbHrGtzoI/s72-c/IMG_1318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-5307537075632346983</id><published>2009-02-18T14:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T14:50:12.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip to Asheville!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SZx-6NW7fJI/AAAAAAAAAKg/XW1aZNW5sM8/s1600-h/IMG_1249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304253999618948242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SZx-6NW7fJI/AAAAAAAAAKg/XW1aZNW5sM8/s320/IMG_1249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SZx-4TkIH9I/AAAAAAAAAKY/wCf5NnqFQDY/s1600-h/IMG_1257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304253966925176786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SZx-4TkIH9I/AAAAAAAAAKY/wCf5NnqFQDY/s320/IMG_1257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SZx-4J_a7mI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/o1q1idQmbhI/s1600-h/IMG_1256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304253964355300962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SZx-4J_a7mI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/o1q1idQmbhI/s320/IMG_1256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Sunday, Ric and I traveled to Asheville for a food show sponsered by one of his distributors, Sysco foods. We stayed at the marvelous Grove Park Inn. The inn was built in 1914 and has all kinds of historical significance. The rocks that comprise the hotel were rolled up the mountain by a team of 200 men, mules, and horses. You really have to see it to believe it! We enjoyed Sunday evening and Monday exploring the hotel and learning about its history before attending the show on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SZx-30F7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKI/z5QS5bzbTfg/s1600-h/IMG_1259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304253958477040162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SZx-30F7yiI/AAAAAAAAAKI/z5QS5bzbTfg/s320/IMG_1259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The view just off of the main lobby, also called the "Grand Hall" overlooking the mountain and downtown Asheville.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SZx-3t7kfHI/AAAAAAAAAKA/duA2UjVqnT8/s1600-h/IMG_1264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304253956822957170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SZx-3t7kfHI/AAAAAAAAAKA/duA2UjVqnT8/s320/IMG_1264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was especially amused with the old-timey phones in one of the wings of the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-5307537075632346983?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/5307537075632346983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/02/road-trip-to-asheville.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/5307537075632346983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/5307537075632346983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/02/road-trip-to-asheville.html' title='Road Trip to Asheville!'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SZx-6NW7fJI/AAAAAAAAAKg/XW1aZNW5sM8/s72-c/IMG_1249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-5031653717404372415</id><published>2009-02-18T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T14:23:14.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday at the Grove Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SZx3mgBuIAI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Vpt_5bvn5Qg/s1600-h/IMG_1277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304245964451487746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SZx3mgBuIAI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Vpt_5bvn5Qg/s320/IMG_1277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After getting settled in at the beautiful resort, we enjoyed a great dinner in the Inn's main restaurant. It can seat up to 400 people and has an incredible view! We were lucky enough to get a window seat and the food, service, and company was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SZx3mkJNAkI/AAAAAAAAAJo/3xiIxLUNDw8/s1600-h/IMG_1275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304245965556613698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SZx3mkJNAkI/AAAAAAAAAJo/3xiIxLUNDw8/s320/IMG_1275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SZx4_hLVhYI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KgQdvhTSd9g/s1600-h/Climbing+the+Walls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304247493768611202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SZx4_hLVhYI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KgQdvhTSd9g/s320/Climbing+the+Walls.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I decided to revisit my old hobby of rock-climbing, which I learned in Boone many years ago. Ric is a great photographer; I am not up nearly as high as this pic seems. This is one of many beautiful columns at the entrance to the Inn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SZx3luLOUFI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Fp2uwsAdv04/s1600-h/IMG_1291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304245951069573202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SZx3luLOUFI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Fp2uwsAdv04/s320/IMG_1291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  The wagon behind Ric holds the wood used to keep the fire burning in the huge fireplace in the lobby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-5031653717404372415?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/5031653717404372415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunday-at-grove-park.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/5031653717404372415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/5031653717404372415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunday-at-grove-park.html' title='Sunday at the Grove Park'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SZx3mgBuIAI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Vpt_5bvn5Qg/s72-c/IMG_1277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-4664514664138321520</id><published>2009-02-18T09:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T13:51:19.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Night Dress-Up</title><content type='html'>Monday evening we got dressed up for the "Welcome Party" for all Sysco customers. The event was held at "Elaine's", a dueling piano lounge. It was so much fun and we saw several people we know who also have local restaurants. It was fun for Ric and the other restauranteers to cut loose and be customers for a change. The two guys at the pianos could play anything an audience member requested and everyone in the place would sing-along!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SZw-tPgI9kI/AAAAAAAAAJI/OxpUhHDKXYE/s1600-h/IMG_1308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304183408111973954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SZw-tPgI9kI/AAAAAAAAAJI/OxpUhHDKXYE/s320/IMG_1308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a great time and stayed out until midnight!&lt;br /&gt;The billiards table has been in the Inn since 1928...It is very old fashioned with leather pockets. My dad would have loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SZw-s8UtLII/AAAAAAAAAJA/X2l7Iww4rLg/s1600-h/IMG_1302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304183402963741826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SZw-s8UtLII/AAAAAAAAAJA/X2l7Iww4rLg/s320/IMG_1302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fireplace in the lobby, also known as the "Grand Hall". Very cozy with live jazz in the evenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SZw-sneNU_I/AAAAAAAAAI4/bFqVLM3g4H0/s1600-h/IMG_1312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304183397366453234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 433px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SZw-sneNU_I/AAAAAAAAAI4/bFqVLM3g4H0/s320/IMG_1312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304183393908914194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SZw-sal3eBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/nzXqf1HSaO0/s320/IMG_1306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These guys could play anything! It was amazing and everyone had a wonderful time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-4664514664138321520?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/4664514664138321520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/02/monday-night-dress-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/4664514664138321520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/4664514664138321520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/02/monday-night-dress-up.html' title='Monday Night Dress-Up'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SZw-tPgI9kI/AAAAAAAAAJI/OxpUhHDKXYE/s72-c/IMG_1308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-8497919451601092087</id><published>2009-02-05T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T19:48:56.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Josh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SYujjtld0AI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ds9-MzHwXfU/s1600-h/Josh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299509220459008002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SYujjtld0AI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ds9-MzHwXfU/s320/Josh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wanted to post a tribute to my friend Josh Sweitzer. Josh worked for me for a while and I am still not sure who taught who more.  He was a wonderful young man with kid-like attributes, yet he had all the heart and  soul of a grown gentleman.  He loved his family, his friends, and his future. He aspired to become a police officer.   Josh was born three days after I turned eighteen. Often when we worked together he would ask me about "The 80's".  I enjoyed being a co-worker and big sister to this fine young man.&lt;br /&gt;Josh died on Halloween night, 2007.   I am blessed to have known him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-8497919451601092087?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/8497919451601092087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/02/josh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/8497919451601092087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/8497919451601092087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/02/josh.html' title='Josh'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SYujjtld0AI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ds9-MzHwXfU/s72-c/Josh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-1907617693292640320</id><published>2009-02-03T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T21:11:20.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buddy Bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SYkS_v_d3fI/AAAAAAAAAHs/AgcPhEvwj4M/s1600-h/IMG_1241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298787323001822706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SYkS_v_d3fI/AAAAAAAAAHs/AgcPhEvwj4M/s320/IMG_1241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not all creatures on Ashland Street live in the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddy Bird has lived here since 1995.   He is a zebra finch, a small bird that is very easy to care for. The average life expectancy for these finches is 5-9 years.  This little bird has been a sideboard pet of mine for FOURTEEN YEARS!!!  He sings a beautiful song in the mornings while I get ready for work, loves to be out on the deck in the summer, and is a great part of the decor of my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SYkS_rBkLGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/C4gp3HVvfyA/s1600-h/IMG_1242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298787321668447330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SYkS_rBkLGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/C4gp3HVvfyA/s320/IMG_1242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bud likes to hang out on top of his nest.. he has outlived his mate, so now his companion is "Patty Plastic"...a fake bird that sits on the perch below him. He nestles next to her at night before retireing to his nest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SYkS_CQp6II/AAAAAAAAAHc/MvbQvHNbsrc/s1600-h/IMG_1243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298787310725884034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SYkS_CQp6II/AAAAAAAAAHc/MvbQvHNbsrc/s320/IMG_1243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-1907617693292640320?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/1907617693292640320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/02/buddy-bird.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/1907617693292640320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/1907617693292640320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/02/buddy-bird.html' title='Buddy Bird'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SYkS_v_d3fI/AAAAAAAAAHs/AgcPhEvwj4M/s72-c/IMG_1241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-6092152528535481321</id><published>2009-02-01T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:55:29.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superbowl Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SYZugRQu-yI/AAAAAAAAAHU/oQH1F8wSD3s/s1600-h/IMG_1221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298043512316427042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SYZugRQu-yI/AAAAAAAAAHU/oQH1F8wSD3s/s320/IMG_1221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SYZugJRUCZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/I8OSefkpHmI/s1600-h/IMG_1222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298043510171371922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SYZugJRUCZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/I8OSefkpHmI/s320/IMG_1222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SYZuf2vVHfI/AAAAAAAAAHE/FehePJVJ-4k/s1600-h/IMG_1223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298043505196998130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SYZuf2vVHfI/AAAAAAAAAHE/FehePJVJ-4k/s320/IMG_1223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?sourceid=navclient&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;rlz=1T4RNWE_enUS312US312&amp;amp;q=Budweiser+%22circus%22+video"&gt;Budweiser "circus" video - Google Search&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part of the superbowl is the commercials, although this year's game was great! Go Steelers!&lt;br /&gt;Click the link above to see a wonderful Clydesdales commericial from Budweiser. It will touch your heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ric had a great gathering for the game, with a buffet of football foods and balloons all over the place representing both teams. They even had 3-D glasses for one commercial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for the first half and watched the second at home with Harley and Boomer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-6092152528535481321?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/6092152528535481321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/02/superbowl-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/6092152528535481321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/6092152528535481321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/02/superbowl-sunday.html' title='Superbowl Sunday'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SYZugRQu-yI/AAAAAAAAAHU/oQH1F8wSD3s/s72-c/IMG_1221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-101859638981466572</id><published>2009-01-28T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T19:26:20.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandparents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;A picture for Granny. &lt;strong&gt;"As long as &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; know where you are, that's all that matters.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SYEWopx07SI/AAAAAAAAAG8/E3eNYf0QDqQ/s1600-h/IMG_0398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296539524429835554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SYEWopx07SI/AAAAAAAAAG8/E3eNYf0QDqQ/s320/IMG_0398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SYEVy7STN2I/AAAAAAAAAG0/WKw-Romf5tM/s1600-h/IMG_1090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296538601416505186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SYEVy7STN2I/AAAAAAAAAG0/WKw-Romf5tM/s320/IMG_1090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SYEVysg6WtI/AAAAAAAAAGs/1klFZ9KOsow/s1600-h/IMG_0768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296538597451258578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SYEVysg6WtI/AAAAAAAAAGs/1klFZ9KOsow/s320/IMG_0768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SYEVyUcA-PI/AAAAAAAAAGk/GQT6ZT3K41U/s1600-h/IMG_0762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296538590988269810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SYEVyUcA-PI/AAAAAAAAAGk/GQT6ZT3K41U/s320/IMG_0762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our grandchildren accept us for ourselves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;without rebuke or effort to change us, as no one in our entire lives has ever done, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not our parents, siblings, spouses, friends- and hardly ever our own grown children." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Ruth Goode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-101859638981466572?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/101859638981466572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/01/grandparents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/101859638981466572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/101859638981466572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/01/grandparents.html' title='Grandparents'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SYEWopx07SI/AAAAAAAAAG8/E3eNYf0QDqQ/s72-c/IMG_0398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-2333656257098478989</id><published>2009-01-27T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:46:19.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chillin' At Ric's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SX-vBrkzf3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/Hv0U70Rrhf8/s1600-h/IMG_1220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296144130222817138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SX-vBrkzf3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/Hv0U70Rrhf8/s320/IMG_1220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Until the furniture arrives, "the family" makes do stretched out on the living room floor. Harley is still a little unsure when she visits, and Boomer, as you can see, it very excited. He really doesn't care where he is as long as he is with Ric.  They are both obsessed with the large yard surrounding the house and can't get enough of going outside to explore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-2333656257098478989?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/2333656257098478989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/01/until-furniture-arrives-family-makes-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/2333656257098478989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/2333656257098478989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/01/until-furniture-arrives-family-makes-do.html' title='Chillin&apos; At Ric&apos;s'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SX-vBrkzf3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/Hv0U70Rrhf8/s72-c/IMG_1220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-2608592461519883771</id><published>2009-01-27T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T19:16:36.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SX-uDcg7ZcI/AAAAAAAAAGM/XUZ-91Idah0/s1600-h/IMG_1212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296143061028136386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SX-uDcg7ZcI/AAAAAAAAAGM/XUZ-91Idah0/s320/IMG_1212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ric in the kitchen...somewhere he is very comfortable and talented!   &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-2608592461519883771?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/2608592461519883771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/01/ric-in-kitchen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/2608592461519883771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/2608592461519883771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/01/ric-in-kitchen.html' title=''/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SX-uDcg7ZcI/AAAAAAAAAGM/XUZ-91Idah0/s72-c/IMG_1212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-4241014996748983057</id><published>2009-01-27T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:57:08.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Digs for Ric</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SX-qMQo6PxI/AAAAAAAAAGE/E6LWI4qvXzw/s1600-h/IMG_1207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296138814412701458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SX-qMQo6PxI/AAAAAAAAAGE/E6LWI4qvXzw/s320/IMG_1207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A few more pics of the house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SX-qMLfjMhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4wFj6PM9QQM/s1600-h/IMG_1209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296138813031264786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SX-qMLfjMhI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4wFj6PM9QQM/s320/IMG_1209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SX-nuY-pwOI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Vp95ia8BKSM/s1600-h/IMG_1205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296136102232047842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SX-nuY-pwOI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Vp95ia8BKSM/s320/IMG_1205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SX-nuFqtSyI/AAAAAAAAAFs/WCt9-Q9yVBM/s1600-h/IMG_1208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296136097048120098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SX-nuFqtSyI/AAAAAAAAAFs/WCt9-Q9yVBM/s320/IMG_1208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-4241014996748983057?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/4241014996748983057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-digs-for-ric.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/4241014996748983057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/4241014996748983057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-digs-for-ric.html' title='New Digs for Ric'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SX-qMQo6PxI/AAAAAAAAAGE/E6LWI4qvXzw/s72-c/IMG_1207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-8861195485481766875</id><published>2009-01-25T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T19:19:02.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ric's New Home</title><content type='html'>Boomer is happy on my sofa, or.....&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SX0P0lpmlPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/IbL5X2aylCc/s1600-h/IMG_0967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295406132991792370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SX0P0lpmlPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/IbL5X2aylCc/s320/IMG_0967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SX0OmEV3zgI/AAAAAAAAAFc/6hjDAKBEmMU/s1600-h/IMG_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295404784020868610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SX0OmEV3zgI/AAAAAAAAAFc/6hjDAKBEmMU/s400/IMG_0063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ......Ric is now officially my neighbor! He purchased Maria's parents' former home, on the same street as Sandy and Sherman. He now lives literally, "through the woods and 'cross the creek from me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-8861195485481766875?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/8861195485481766875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/01/rics-new-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/8861195485481766875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/8861195485481766875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/01/rics-new-home.html' title='Ric&apos;s New Home'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SX0P0lpmlPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/IbL5X2aylCc/s72-c/IMG_0967.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-1244020843171829474</id><published>2009-01-22T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T14:32:37.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night With The Eagles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SXjkRaEfhUI/AAAAAAAAAFU/gc2jiBAZQ7g/s1600-h/IMG_1193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294232349681091906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SXjkRaEfhUI/AAAAAAAAAFU/gc2jiBAZQ7g/s200/IMG_1193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SXjkRHs1StI/AAAAAAAAAFM/1AihkW_DFjs/s1600-h/IMG_1190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294232344750017234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SXjkRHs1StI/AAAAAAAAAFM/1AihkW_DFjs/s200/IMG_1190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SXjkQtjDEVI/AAAAAAAAAFE/2EjMX_zwVqI/s1600-h/IMG_1192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294232337729655122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SXjkQtjDEVI/AAAAAAAAAFE/2EjMX_zwVqI/s200/IMG_1192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SXjkQdOOM2I/AAAAAAAAAE8/oZEb4J00Wh8/s1600-h/IMG_1191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294232333347337058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SXjkQdOOM2I/AAAAAAAAAE8/oZEb4J00Wh8/s200/IMG_1191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday, Jan. 17th my best bud Maria and I went to see The Eagles in Greensboro at the colesium. As usual, they were wonderful! Maria and I have been friends for 34 years and Eagles fans since we were pre-teens. The show was out of this world, a mix of new songs and old favorites, mostly the latter. Before the concert we had dinner at Rixster, and hung out with Ric, Phil, and Angela and Kendall. It was an evening to remember. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-1244020843171829474?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/1244020843171829474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/01/night-with-eagles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/1244020843171829474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/1244020843171829474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/01/night-with-eagles.html' title='A Night With The Eagles'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SXjkRaEfhUI/AAAAAAAAAFU/gc2jiBAZQ7g/s72-c/IMG_1193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-4606975457384812532</id><published>2009-01-21T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T16:12:34.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SXer1cmAEQI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RhK9phfJZPY/s1600-h/IMG_1201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293888821694304514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SXer1cmAEQI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RhK9phfJZPY/s320/IMG_1201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SXeqTCj5CeI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HQwm0thCZYY/s1600-h/IMG_1203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293887131078953442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SXeqTCj5CeI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HQwm0thCZYY/s320/IMG_1203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SXejdFm9e8I/AAAAAAAAAEk/2juJGy0SXXc/s1600-h/IMG_1202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293879607114431426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SXejdFm9e8I/AAAAAAAAAEk/2juJGy0SXXc/s320/IMG_1202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SXeimcl-NMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ss9CVrq-QtE/s1600-h/IMG_1200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293878668391494850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SXeimcl-NMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ss9CVrq-QtE/s320/IMG_1200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;January 20, 2008, was a day of many happenings! Our new president took the oath of office, Belk took our annual year-end inventory, and Harley and I awoke to a beautiful snowfall. I didn't have to report for inventory until noon, so we enjoyed the snowy morning, watching the inauguaral events and drinking coffee. I hated to leave our cozy home, but Harley didn't seem to mind spending the day in her back yard and in her doghouse under the deck with all her play toys! She loves to be outside and I am thankful for her thick hair..she needed it that day, as the temps did not get above twenty degrees all day! The inventory went well and our new prez partied. Now it is time for him to get to work! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-4606975457384812532?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/4606975457384812532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/4606975457384812532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/4606975457384812532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SXer1cmAEQI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RhK9phfJZPY/s72-c/IMG_1201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-1292989939399431866</id><published>2009-01-07T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T17:20:26.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere Under the Rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SWU_8qdMXLI/AAAAAAAAAEU/hwFN6pVq0KM/s1600-h/IMG_1181.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SWU_8qdMXLI/AAAAAAAAAEU/hwFN6pVq0KM/s1600-h/IMG_1181.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SWU_8qdMXLI/AAAAAAAAAEU/hwFN6pVq0KM/s1600-h/IMG_1181.JPG"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288703648837950642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SWU_8qdMXLI/AAAAAAAAAEU/hwFN6pVq0KM/s320/IMG_1181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SWU99DRRQfI/AAAAAAAAAEM/LCxCp5igVMk/s1600-h/IMG_1183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288701456475570674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SWU99DRRQfI/AAAAAAAAAEM/LCxCp5igVMk/s320/IMG_1183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I picked up Harley from the groomers on my way home from work. She had a bath, brush-out, and they even sent her home with a special bandana! As we arrived home the wind was whipping and it was raining sideways. In a matter of minutes the rain stopped and a beautiful rainbow appeared that stretched from highway 62, through my front yard, and to my neighbor's home. These pics really don't do justice to the glorious show in the sky. Within five minutes this gift from above was gone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-1292989939399431866?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/1292989939399431866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/01/somewhere-under-rainbow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/1292989939399431866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/1292989939399431866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/01/somewhere-under-rainbow.html' title='Somewhere Under the Rainbow'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SWU_8qdMXLI/AAAAAAAAAEU/hwFN6pVq0KM/s72-c/IMG_1181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-61784599914131149</id><published>2009-01-03T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T18:56:50.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sherman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SWAXMvHcQWI/AAAAAAAAADA/O7iWwAS8Eg8/s1600-h/IMG_0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287251470106509666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SWAXMvHcQWI/AAAAAAAAADA/O7iWwAS8Eg8/s320/IMG_0216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SWAWezlL1lI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UETVINvkuJM/s1600-h/IMG_0669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287250681031022162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SWAWezlL1lI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UETVINvkuJM/s320/IMG_0669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SWAVuqq-MWI/AAAAAAAAACw/3aEZcsUp06c/s1600-h/IMG_0765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287249854005653858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SWAVuqq-MWI/AAAAAAAAACw/3aEZcsUp06c/s320/IMG_0765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is my Daddy's 66th Birthday! Happy Birthday to The Sherminator! My dad is a great man who has taught me so much over the years. He has been hard on me when necessary and hugged me when I needed it. He has educated me in knowledge to get through life and laughed with me over all kinds of things. He has been a good husband to my mother and together they have been a team for over 40 years. He has shown me what a good man is and I have learned to settle for nothing less because of him. He has improved my home in so many ways with the "know how" that amazes me. He can envision something and make it happen. He has survived Vietnam as a young man and a stroke as an older one, and many things in between. Here's to you, Sherm! Thanks for being not just a father, but a dad. Love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-61784599914131149?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/61784599914131149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-sherman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/61784599914131149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/61784599914131149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-sherman.html' title='Happy Birthday Sherman!'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SWAXMvHcQWI/AAAAAAAAADA/O7iWwAS8Eg8/s72-c/IMG_0216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-4120049707559984627</id><published>2009-01-01T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T12:33:01.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little People New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SV0aTQNZKWI/AAAAAAAAACo/vZ7GNAt1QAw/s1600-h/IMG_1178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286410455673809250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SV0aTQNZKWI/AAAAAAAAACo/vZ7GNAt1QAw/s320/IMG_1178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In between dinner at Rixster's and ringing in the new year there, I left for a little while and went to visit Maria and Phil and the kids. My cousin Brandon was there with Angela and her daughter, Kendall. Brandon and Angela are planning a September wedding and asked me to be a bridesmaid! Kendall enjoyed playing with Zachary, Aidan, Kaleigh, and Seth. Times Square is a quiet place compared to this house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-4120049707559984627?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/4120049707559984627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-people-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/4120049707559984627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/4120049707559984627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-people-new-year.html' title='Little People New Year'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SV0aTQNZKWI/AAAAAAAAACo/vZ7GNAt1QAw/s72-c/IMG_1178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-7382109291259655678</id><published>2009-01-01T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T12:19:55.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SV0XPt9E3hI/AAAAAAAAACY/mCo--qa767s/s1600-h/IMG_1148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286407096404074002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SV0XPt9E3hI/AAAAAAAAACY/mCo--qa767s/s320/IMG_1148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ringing in 2009 was a blast! Ric hosted a dinner at The Rixster and it was crowded. A ticket covered prime rib, roasted potatoes, vegetables, lobster bisque, salad, and an array of other wonderful foods. All guests got party favors like hats, beads, horns, etc. The restaurant was decorated in black and silver and looked great! A good time had by all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-7382109291259655678?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/7382109291259655678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/7382109291259655678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/7382109291259655678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SV0XPt9E3hI/AAAAAAAAACY/mCo--qa767s/s72-c/IMG_1148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-5122787493212507978</id><published>2008-12-28T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T21:30:19.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SVhSRgaTy_I/AAAAAAAAABE/_6apDhn1KBk/s1600-h/IMG_0953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285064623430814706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SVhSRgaTy_I/AAAAAAAAABE/_6apDhn1KBk/s320/IMG_0953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boomer is excited that he is finally "on the web"! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-5122787493212507978?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/5122787493212507978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2008/12/boomer-is-excited-that-he-is-finally-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/5122787493212507978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/5122787493212507978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2008/12/boomer-is-excited-that-he-is-finally-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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/_yq-M2XEUFe8/SVhSRgaTy_I/AAAAAAAAABE/_6apDhn1KBk/s72-c/IMG_0953.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884388919531594717.post-6913325164803916655</id><published>2008-12-28T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T21:18:22.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I have finally set up my blog! Bear with me as I learn the ins and outs of posting and decide how to format my thoughts.  New Year's Eve 2008 is 3 days away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5884388919531594717-6913325164803916655?l=backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/feeds/6913325164803916655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-i-have-finally-set-up-my-blog-bear.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/6913325164803916655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5884388919531594717/posts/default/6913325164803916655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backyardtales-sherri.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-i-have-finally-set-up-my-blog-bear.html' title=''/><author><name>Sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17970411646498992213</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>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
