<?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-108239646703048845</id><updated>2012-02-10T23:26:07.114-07:00</updated><category term='Gordons well'/><category term='Read my lips... I mean flags'/><category term='Box Canyon Jeep Suzuki'/><category term='Our Sunday Afternoon'/><category term='Somehow there were 31 of us on the bus.'/><category term='New Years'/><category term='hawk rabbit Marlin Perkins Wild Kingdom'/><category term='dunes'/><category term='This was the best fieldtrip I ever drove for. It&apos;s sometimes the best to be a bus driver.'/><category term='Trip to Las Vegas (no lost wages here)'/><title type='text'>mikestribe</title><subtitle type='html'>Est. 8 September 1978
Sealed 20 May 1981
Mike, Ginger, Dawn, Rachael, Adam, Katherine, 
Cristal, Paul, Emilee, Benjamin, and Julia</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>193</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-6325013361941514525</id><published>2012-01-21T15:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T08:22:18.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QWA0T0Tjb18/Txs1xVj54LI/AAAAAAAAALU/I3Hc2ATZtIA/s320/IMGP2581.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jan 2012 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UgkGOPYl9DY/Txs11t0eBoI/AAAAAAAAALc/LyEu1ek8hIY/s1600/100_0087.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UgkGOPYl9DY/Txs11t0eBoI/AAAAAAAAALc/LyEu1ek8hIY/s320/100_0087.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;May 2008&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 2008 the crew cab was still at Omars place, the camper was off so we could access the fuel tanks, still had the chrome 8 spoke wheels and all the body panels matched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;January 2012, the beast runs and drives, it is at my house now the camper is back on (temporarlily) and the doors have been changed and upgraded to power windows and door locks. Wheels have been upgraded as well to 2008 GMC 17 inch wheels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-82EaeWe5rx4/Txs1-Z08DAI/AAAAAAAAALk/c5TAjO922eo/s1600/100_0092.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-82EaeWe5rx4/Txs1-Z08DAI/AAAAAAAAALk/c5TAjO922eo/s320/100_0092.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Original Blue&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hbrFS-5SUvM/Txs2JQbnHlI/AAAAAAAAALs/8iHPZJ9Rr2U/s1600/IMGP2583.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hbrFS-5SUvM/Txs2JQbnHlI/AAAAAAAAALs/8iHPZJ9Rr2U/s320/IMGP2583.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;New Gold/Brown&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The interior was removed and updated to 1989 Suburban front seats and the original rear seat was recovered by Pillow Talk Designs, (Rachael's Business) the headliner was also redone by Ginger, Paul and me, and new carpet to complete the inside. The gas tank in the picture is now under the truck where it is supposed to be, the original one was rusted out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bfSggmvFLkA/Txs2WkYqtyI/AAAAAAAAAL8/D5qJFTH0YOY/s1600/100_0090.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bfSggmvFLkA/Txs2WkYqtyI/AAAAAAAAAL8/D5qJFTH0YOY/s320/100_0090.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The original dash and steering wheel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yBdGtXJHzek/Txs2TfzVECI/AAAAAAAAAL0/vTN0TgiW-ok/s1600/IMGP2585.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yBdGtXJHzek/Txs2TfzVECI/AAAAAAAAAL0/vTN0TgiW-ok/s320/IMGP2585.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;New wheel and the brown dash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Some how I just cant get used to having the old skinny steering wheel, I had one like this in my 75 truck and really liked it, so I had to have one in here. While changing the seats, carpets, doors and headliner, we figured why not do it all and rip out the dash as well. So for a while it was completely gutted on the inside, I did wonder what the heck was I thinking?! Finally I did get the inside back together, about July 2011. it is starting to come together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sTXk4RJNahM/Txs2r6OrsGI/AAAAAAAAAMM/XGgHG0XtVic/s1600/IMGP2576.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sTXk4RJNahM/Txs2r6OrsGI/AAAAAAAAAMM/XGgHG0XtVic/s320/IMGP2576.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is where the rear seat is supposed to be.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9d5U9TmZhkE/Txs2hEOaQ-I/AAAAAAAAAME/hjVwguMWFJg/s1600/IMGP2573.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9d5U9TmZhkE/Txs2hEOaQ-I/AAAAAAAAAME/hjVwguMWFJg/s320/IMGP2573.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Putting on the brackets for the rear seat.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3P3dnwzsVmE/Txs226TZP3I/AAAAAAAAAMU/s2jmpOmO4-4/s1600/IMGP2579.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3P3dnwzsVmE/Txs226TZP3I/AAAAAAAAAMU/s2jmpOmO4-4/s320/IMGP2579.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The rear seat in and the trim on for the capret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After driving my 2 seat sport truck, it now has a back seat, and looks pretty dang good. The original seat material is no longer available and Rachael did a great job matching what was in there.&lt;br /&gt;who wants to be the first to sit in here?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-6325013361941514525?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/6325013361941514525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=6325013361941514525' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/6325013361941514525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/6325013361941514525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2012/01/jan-2012-may-2008-may-2008-crew-cab-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Mikieg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195189476757888920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TVNj8jN4LkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/OOf91oRJsXs/s220/102_0609.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QWA0T0Tjb18/Txs1xVj54LI/AAAAAAAAALU/I3Hc2ATZtIA/s72-c/IMGP2581.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-5675184277345663085</id><published>2011-12-13T13:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T13:44:41.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A8vV8XiaCXE/Tue3rpZjfkI/AAAAAAAAAKk/sWoIjEEcWKM/s1600/108_0045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A8vV8XiaCXE/Tue3rpZjfkI/AAAAAAAAAKk/sWoIjEEcWKM/s320/108_0045.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For those of you who have not been to the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Ducky.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She mostly lives in Paul and Ben's room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her favorite hobby is guarding any door that might open to the outside world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She only wants to drink running water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She has her own private fountain &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and has many servants who will willingly turn on a faucet for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her favorite climbing post is Ginger's jeans when she is doing dishes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is frightened of the water that falls from the sky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She sharpens her claws on all the boys and Julia.&lt;br /&gt;She loves to sneak up on Buddy and jump on him or around him saying here I am, play with me.&lt;br /&gt;He ignors her, mostly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She doesn't listen to instructions as well as the fish or the dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lately her favorite tree house is the Christmas tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-5675184277345663085?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/5675184277345663085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=5675184277345663085' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/5675184277345663085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/5675184277345663085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2011/12/for-those-of-you-who-have-not-been-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Mikieg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195189476757888920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TVNj8jN4LkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/OOf91oRJsXs/s220/102_0609.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A8vV8XiaCXE/Tue3rpZjfkI/AAAAAAAAAKk/sWoIjEEcWKM/s72-c/108_0045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-8170960230521802115</id><published>2011-11-26T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T21:06:14.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NASCAR racing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwbLaOEQbXI/TtGv66l4lBI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8Db3Ys1HIdM/s1600/IMG_0477.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwbLaOEQbXI/TtGv66l4lBI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8Db3Ys1HIdM/s320/IMG_0477.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;I received a birthday present for the Rusty Wallace Race Experience, it was scheduled for the Saturday after Thanksgiving, so early Sat. morning Ben, Julia, Ginger and I headed out to Phoenix International Raceway&amp;nbsp; (PIR) in Avondale. John Thaxton met us out there, there were already cars on the track, 2 were ride along cars, and had some extra horsepower and 8 others for the drives to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L1AgJzVB-CQ/TtGwyE2ZYUI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/NQNLrrCZ7Ds/s1600/IMG_0515.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L1AgJzVB-CQ/TtGwyE2ZYUI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/NQNLrrCZ7Ds/s320/IMG_0515.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Suited up and ready to go, now I just have to wait my turn to crawl into the car. You don't get your choice of cars, they are already set up for different size people, makes it easier for the crews to get you into them. With the luck of the draw i ended up with #8 Budweiser car, (not a huge Earnhardt fan) but what the heck I am not buying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pYVctPYSCZs/TtGxAGjWIOI/AAAAAAAAAKE/DltNQz-rwsg/s1600/IMG_0543.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pYVctPYSCZs/TtGxAGjWIOI/AAAAAAAAAKE/DltNQz-rwsg/s320/IMG_0543.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crew is checking out John, at least so he thinks, they are seeing who to take the mount got the Go Pro camera to. Thanks so much Seth from Dragonfire Racing for letting me borrow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-usyuOIOpCAY/TtGzW-mzL4I/AAAAAAAAAKc/CPZAV6SkTY8/s1600/IMG_0656.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-usyuOIOpCAY/TtGzW-mzL4I/AAAAAAAAAKc/CPZAV6SkTY8/s320/IMG_0656.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;With the track only being a mile in length, it was pretty quick to get around it, Julia was taking lap times and my quickest was 36.19 seconds, average speed of 99.5 mph. Passing was allowed, but the spotter would get the slow car to move over so you could go by, they do their best to keep you safe and the cars in one piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3viCKJOViDE/TtGxiKMb9sI/AAAAAAAAAKU/W1feIsaGR_4/s1600/IMG_0775.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3viCKJOViDE/TtGxiKMb9sI/AAAAAAAAAKU/W1feIsaGR_4/s320/IMG_0775.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Was it fun? Oh yeah, it was. Would I like to do it again? Most definitely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-8170960230521802115?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/8170960230521802115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=8170960230521802115' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/8170960230521802115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/8170960230521802115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2011/11/nascar-racing.html' title='NASCAR racing'/><author><name>Mikieg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195189476757888920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TVNj8jN4LkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/OOf91oRJsXs/s220/102_0609.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwbLaOEQbXI/TtGv66l4lBI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8Db3Ys1HIdM/s72-c/IMG_0477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-6440490821332127631</id><published>2011-11-02T07:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T07:48:03.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yI0KQEIPVZ8/TrFVXRIybqI/AAAAAAAAAJk/2fxylCiVjJY/s1600/IMGP2349.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yI0KQEIPVZ8/TrFVXRIybqI/AAAAAAAAAJk/2fxylCiVjJY/s320/IMGP2349.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1c92ZADUi0s/TrFVzb73hmI/AAAAAAAAAJs/FEuZTv02gGc/s1600/IMGP2352.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1c92ZADUi0s/TrFVzb73hmI/AAAAAAAAAJs/FEuZTv02gGc/s320/IMGP2352.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dressing up for Halloween.&amp;nbsp; Friday's pack meeting had a contest for the leaders.&amp;nbsp; We had a construction worker, ceiling fan, aircraft carrier and Mr. Conductor.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say Mr Conductor walked away with the two movie tickets.&amp;nbsp; With his "All aboard", train tickets and hole punch he was a big hit with the children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Julia's school party was Thursday and she went as a jelly fish complete with blue ocean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone had a good time.Thursday was Julia's school party, Friday was the ward chili cook off and trunk or treat, and then finally Monday, candy at the door.&amp;nbsp; We might have had 20 trick or treaters.&amp;nbsp; ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-6440490821332127631?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/6440490821332127631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=6440490821332127631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/6440490821332127631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/6440490821332127631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Mikieg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195189476757888920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TVNj8jN4LkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/OOf91oRJsXs/s220/102_0609.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yI0KQEIPVZ8/TrFVXRIybqI/AAAAAAAAAJk/2fxylCiVjJY/s72-c/IMGP2349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-8287759811655167795</id><published>2011-11-01T06:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T21:24:19.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween from the dunes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rr46javK8_I/Tq_4jSdW-0I/AAAAAAAAAJM/rVSSdQIYcSs/s1600/IMGP2360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rr46javK8_I/Tq_4jSdW-0I/AAAAAAAAAJM/rVSSdQIYcSs/s320/IMGP2360.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Saturday Ginger and I went to the dunes with Dusty and Rachael and Shawn. We met up with several from our ward friends, Weinzerl, Mclaws, Geiger, Jones. Unloaded the bikes and dune buggy and took off for a ride. We usually will end up at Oldsmobile hill and watch the people racing up and down and race a few times as well. the Tri-Z was running exceptionally well this weekend ( probably about ready to break) and me and Rachael raced a few times, it was a draw she&amp;nbsp;won some and I won some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oDjLQ1pg_JA/Tq_4Y3VdGcI/AAAAAAAAAJE/MhlOwMWeVxI/s1600/IMGP2356.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oDjLQ1pg_JA/Tq_4Y3VdGcI/AAAAAAAAAJE/MhlOwMWeVxI/s320/IMGP2356.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;this is the view form the top of Olds hill looking down at some of the spectators and racers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-goJEobn5JCM/Tq_4t1VLO9I/AAAAAAAAAJU/IoYAUk5JqZg/s1600/IMGP2376.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-goJEobn5JCM/Tq_4t1VLO9I/AAAAAAAAAJU/IoYAUk5JqZg/s320/IMGP2376.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;this is part of the group that we went for a afternoon ride through the dunes and then out to the bowls to ride around in, our group stops at the sand rail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C6synkjib50/Tq_5zpRRwpI/AAAAAAAAAJc/sbDv0ZP5AG4/s1600/IMGP2407.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C6synkjib50/Tq_5zpRRwpI/AAAAAAAAAJc/sbDv0ZP5AG4/s320/IMGP2407.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just a little dirty from a days riding, but still smiling through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9a6c66a95efd1ee6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9a6c66a95efd1ee6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331241423%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2F89B77CC226386FDA92248F7A87D9197AED2FC5.7751C4115A11C6330341FA913C9F1C6D80C80738%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9a6c66a95efd1ee6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXgPrIGhlSMrKjq-fZr9XILQg2nU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9a6c66a95efd1ee6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331241423%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2F89B77CC226386FDA92248F7A87D9197AED2FC5.7751C4115A11C6330341FA913C9F1C6D80C80738%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9a6c66a95efd1ee6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXgPrIGhlSMrKjq-fZr9XILQg2nU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is one really fast jeep, he would wait for the rails to go past then he would launch and catch them before the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-8287759811655167795?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/8287759811655167795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=8287759811655167795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/8287759811655167795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/8287759811655167795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-halloween-from-dunes.html' title='Happy Halloween from the dunes'/><author><name>Mikieg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195189476757888920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TVNj8jN4LkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/OOf91oRJsXs/s220/102_0609.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rr46javK8_I/Tq_4jSdW-0I/AAAAAAAAAJM/rVSSdQIYcSs/s72-c/IMGP2360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-4940060721838443178</id><published>2011-10-06T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T11:30:01.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heads?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-21sx6qIErBw/ToyidYOpkuI/AAAAAAAAA8w/miOjX64mX10/s1600/108_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660077457301672674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-21sx6qIErBw/ToyidYOpkuI/AAAAAAAAA8w/miOjX64mX10/s400/108_0014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well it is just Julia in the first bedroom.  It's hard to believe at one time there were 5 girls in that 10x11 room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday I asked her to start &lt;font id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sorting&lt;/font&gt; out the other girls things.  Then I started on the closet.  Way up top ( I had to use a ladder), were two of Cristal's beauty school heads.  I called her and asked if I could donated them.  She said sure.  So off to the living room where I threw them on the huge pile of Halloween costumes I was donating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well time came to take Ben to school so he met Kathy at her car and traded Andy K to my car but before we could drive off, we could hear the dog going crazy in the house.  We could hear him clear out at the street.  Ben went in and discovered he had found the heads.  We just left him to work off some of his energy and drove to school  Twenty minutes later I returned with Andy K.  Buddy was still barking, and the look on Andy K's face was priceless.  It was that "what the heck?" look.  She knew something just wasn't right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the heads are in a bag and will be on their way to DI tomorrow.  I'm sure Andy K and Buddy are relieved.  me, I'm just glad to see empty shelves.  We all know that won't last long.&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/108239646703048845-4940060721838443178?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/4940060721838443178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=4940060721838443178' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/4940060721838443178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/4940060721838443178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2011/10/heads.html' title='Heads?'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-21sx6qIErBw/ToyidYOpkuI/AAAAAAAAA8w/miOjX64mX10/s72-c/108_0014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-6699508683250270737</id><published>2011-10-06T08:34:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T08:43:17.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Julia's Chior Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nEN64lG8an4/To3K7AYVwWI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/ZT5y3THVYM4/s1600/108_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660403421737763170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nEN64lG8an4/To3K7AYVwWI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/ZT5y3THVYM4/s400/108_0018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WnwVFFu3W7A/To3K1DfwipI/AAAAAAAAA9I/qDX2Bqp2TkI/s1600/108_0017.JPG"&gt;Interesting facial expression.&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 11px; height: 4px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660403319494970002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WnwVFFu3W7A/To3K1DfwipI/AAAAAAAAA9I/qDX2Bqp2TkI/s400/108_0017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wADqvPtvLIk/To3KtR5JgjI/AAAAAAAAA9A/x-TF-G-WeZg/s1600/108_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660403185920606770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wADqvPtvLIk/To3KtR5JgjI/AAAAAAAAA9A/x-TF-G-WeZg/s400/108_0017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We looked for fabric without a sheen to it.  I'll have to try again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate sewing on polyester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGlb5UeRcaE/To3Klj_lfZI/AAAAAAAAA84/KZ8Re67awSw/s1600/108_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660403053340491154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGlb5UeRcaE/To3Klj_lfZI/AAAAAAAAA84/KZ8Re67awSw/s400/108_0021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was standing room only in the audience to invites were limited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry.  It was much improved over the last performance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe there is hope for the new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;choir&lt;/span&gt; director.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard to measure up to Mrs. Campbell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Julia is the shiny one in the front.&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/108239646703048845-6699508683250270737?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/6699508683250270737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=6699508683250270737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/6699508683250270737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/6699508683250270737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2011/10/julias-chior-concert.html' title='Julia&apos;s Chior Concert'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nEN64lG8an4/To3K7AYVwWI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/ZT5y3THVYM4/s72-c/108_0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-4930797812273890199</id><published>2011-09-18T20:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T15:53:26.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emilee's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JP-DnGp15_o/TnatgBB0e4I/AAAAAAAAAIM/nhZcQAZ_WKE/s1600/hairdo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JP-DnGp15_o/TnatgBB0e4I/AAAAAAAAAIM/nhZcQAZ_WKE/s320/hairdo.JPG" height="240" border="0" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Early morning Cristal is Getting Emilee ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Saturday Sept 17th 2011, Alarm clocks go off around 4:00 a.m. and the house starts waking up, Ginger makes a run to Walmart, before the people of walmart get there, to get a few things that are needed. Cristal and Emilee get started with hair and makeup, there is an appointment to meet Celeste at the Temple for pre wedding pictures at 7 a.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fxOnuuH5OKk/TnatvH_sDhI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/OX2BvD7hPS4/s1600/Emilee.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fxOnuuH5OKk/TnatvH_sDhI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/OX2BvD7hPS4/s320/Emilee.JPG" height="320" border="0" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emilee looking beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="left"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="left"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We were a few minutes late to the temple for pictures. Celeste was waiting for us so we got started, while Celeste was taking her pictures I was taking some also, Emilee was looking exceptionally beautiful this morning, and the light was just right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Sa4PgFLoR4/TnauAfTVDpI/AAAAAAAAAIU/vbuPenTdNhA/s1600/photographer.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Sa4PgFLoR4/TnauAfTVDpI/AAAAAAAAAIU/vbuPenTdNhA/s320/photographer.JPG" height="240" border="0" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Celeste, Ginger, Emilee, and Shaine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We had an extra piece of white fabric to put down on the grass to keep her dress clean and dry, this is the dress she is getting married in after all. I think that Celeste took several hundred pictures. Ginger almost lost her shoes in the grass, it was pretty wet in a few spots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ecr8ISwwpiU/TnauQ9ZxWOI/AAAAAAAAAIY/VQXhKaEwJ8A/s1600/Em+fence.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ecr8ISwwpiU/TnauQ9ZxWOI/AAAAAAAAAIY/VQXhKaEwJ8A/s320/Em+fence.JPG" height="320" border="0" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emilee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where is that boy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--llLL5ASQ84/Tnaug230P5I/AAAAAAAAAIc/-C5H3KuWw0A/s1600/Shaine+fence.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--llLL5ASQ84/Tnaug230P5I/AAAAAAAAAIc/-C5H3KuWw0A/s320/Shaine+fence.JPG" height="320" border="0" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shaine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh there he is! Just hanging out a little ways down the sidewalk trying to look cool and calm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fFYTwRPTMfk/TnauwDDsOGI/AAAAAAAAAIg/4-vzuQWzH5s/s1600/both+at+temple.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fFYTwRPTMfk/TnauwDDsOGI/AAAAAAAAAIg/4-vzuQWzH5s/s320/both+at+temple.JPG" height="240" border="0" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emilee and Shaine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This was out opportunity to get their picture coming down the steps of the temple, without a crowd around, there were 8 couples getting married on this day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A8O-AgOnYKE/TnavBD52JDI/AAAAAAAAAIk/BiKJw_krBpg/s1600/5sisters.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A8O-AgOnYKE/TnavBD52JDI/AAAAAAAAAIk/BiKJw_krBpg/s320/5sisters.JPG" height="240" border="0" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Julia, Cristal, Dawn, Kathy, and Rachael&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Emilee's colors were black and teal all of the sisters had the same shirts. Cristal and a couple of the sisters made the bouquets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wow I do have pretty daughters!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TQ55cTE1WdY/Tna0fsCaAGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/d1slfxHf0w4/s1600/Cristal+n+me.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TQ55cTE1WdY/Tna0fsCaAGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/d1slfxHf0w4/s320/Cristal+n+me.JPG" height="320" border="0" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cristal and Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know that it is Emilee's day, but Cristal came down from Provo to help out and visit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and I am her favorite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-4930797812273890199?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/4930797812273890199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=4930797812273890199' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/4930797812273890199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/4930797812273890199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2011/09/emilees-day.html' title='Emilee&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Mikieg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195189476757888920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TVNj8jN4LkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/OOf91oRJsXs/s220/102_0609.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JP-DnGp15_o/TnatgBB0e4I/AAAAAAAAAIM/nhZcQAZ_WKE/s72-c/hairdo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-8591441727747866040</id><published>2011-09-11T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T21:55:22.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 33rd Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5u49qyDhMXw/Tm2LRnvw1gI/AAAAAAAAAH4/a8X932jc6MU/s1600/IMGP2079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5u49qyDhMXw/Tm2LRnvw1gI/AAAAAAAAAH4/a8X932jc6MU/s320/IMGP2079.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Somehow we have a tradition that Ginger and I get out of town, stay someplace nice and go for a hike somewhere cool. This year was no different. Wednesday night we drove to Strawberry and stayed in Omar's cabin, (thanks for the use of the cabin Omar!!!)&amp;nbsp; Thursday morning we did a little maintenance for him and found his water leak, visited with the neighbors, who were watching us and making sure we weren't up to no good. Ted gave us a couple of his recommendations for places to eat breakfast, so we went to the Nifty 50's diner in Pine had a great breakfast and then headed down the road to Fossil Springs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Te-1uAr--ZI/Tm2LvfCnKdI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lbt8hTJ9mic/s1600/IMGP2099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Te-1uAr--ZI/Tm2LvfCnKdI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Lbt8hTJ9mic/s320/IMGP2099.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Some of the rapids and pools along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We made the 6 mile drive down into the canyon, with the Bonneville, I would recommend a truck though, and arrived at the parking lot and started the hike into the Waterfall trail, it is about 1.5 miles or so to the falls and well worth the hike, you pass by some smaller falls and swimming holes and are tempted to stop thinking that you are there, but keep going.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SKGgGh71Sfc/Tm2MB8eUsMI/AAAAAAAAAIA/63Ok--6EgeA/s1600/IMGP2123.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SKGgGh71Sfc/Tm2MB8eUsMI/AAAAAAAAAIA/63Ok--6EgeA/s320/IMGP2123.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Falls, and the deep swimming hole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If you swim across the pool to the other side and make your way behind the falls and get up in between them it is amazing how much water is coming down on you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9lrdv45hq0/Tm2PKAPXQHI/AAAAAAAAAII/psJHPe7uIUE/s1600/IMGP2124.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9lrdv45hq0/Tm2PKAPXQHI/AAAAAAAAAII/psJHPe7uIUE/s320/IMGP2124.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ginger in the middle of the falls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--T9SoByQjzk/Tm2MMl3NLuI/AAAAAAAAAIE/H1QZv7lxf2s/s1600/IMGP2125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--T9SoByQjzk/Tm2MMl3NLuI/AAAAAAAAAIE/H1QZv7lxf2s/s320/IMGP2125.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The view from behind the falls looking down stream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was a perfect day, slight overcast with the sun coming out every now and then, the water was a little chilly but not to bad. Near the end of the day the clouds were starting to gather and you could hear the thunder off in the distance rumbling in the canyon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We returned to the cabin cleaned up and shut the cabin down and started the journey home. after we gassed up in Payson we wanted someplace to eat, so we got on the smart phone and found a Mexican restaurant right across the street, La Sierra!&amp;nbsp; It was very tasty and the staff was very friendly, definitely will go there again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-8591441727747866040?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/8591441727747866040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=8591441727747866040' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/8591441727747866040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/8591441727747866040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-33rd-anniversary.html' title='Happy 33rd Anniversary'/><author><name>Mikieg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195189476757888920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TVNj8jN4LkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/OOf91oRJsXs/s220/102_0609.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5u49qyDhMXw/Tm2LRnvw1gI/AAAAAAAAAH4/a8X932jc6MU/s72-c/IMGP2079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-7809531206754663518</id><published>2011-08-07T09:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T09:48:22.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're a redneck when.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pcjdolwmTVY/Tj7AKVNtS9I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/tuSLtVLpU_U/s1600/IMG_5859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638155067240303570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pcjdolwmTVY/Tj7AKVNtS9I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/tuSLtVLpU_U/s400/IMG_5859.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your late 1880's bath tub is being suported by a floor jack?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday, I was washing my hair when the tub fell out from under me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank goodness it hasn't been resurfaced or I would have fallen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Over time the screws securing the feet to the tub had worked loose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First there was the crash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; and then scream of being surprised that something I thought was stationary had moved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Michael came down the hall to check that I was alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was and surpringly so was the tile that the tub fell on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It did bend the pipe to the shower head a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've made a trip to Lowes for new screws but have yet to have the time to install them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone is sharing the middle shower this morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are blessed to have two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you, thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-7809531206754663518?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/7809531206754663518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=7809531206754663518' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/7809531206754663518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/7809531206754663518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2011/08/youre-redneck-when.html' title='You&apos;re a redneck when.....'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pcjdolwmTVY/Tj7AKVNtS9I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/tuSLtVLpU_U/s72-c/IMG_5859.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-2822646680374870262</id><published>2011-07-12T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T19:27:10.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Alive and Moving!</title><content type='html'>July 12, 2011 6:45 p.m. after putting the power steering reservoir hose on and getting the air bled out, was unable to turn the steering fully, why? Because as the truck sat in the driveway the right rear tire went flat causing the left front to migrate off the edge of the driveway and sink slightly into the yard causing the tire to bind on the curb. Only one thing to do, move the truck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-222af065e57962a5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D222af065e57962a5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331241423%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2AE3D7930E9E65C0801E8E90F3084163E81676F7.726703ABC1BE028A995882C13EDF5D38D3CB53C8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D222af065e57962a5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkptKSU6t4tMxJ2wM2G2C-MnhygQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D222af065e57962a5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331241423%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2AE3D7930E9E65C0801E8E90F3084163E81676F7.726703ABC1BE028A995882C13EDF5D38D3CB53C8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D222af065e57962a5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkptKSU6t4tMxJ2wM2G2C-MnhygQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes! it moves under it's own power and also stops, it has not been driven since 1994, yes I am aware that some of you were not even around then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After the initial in and out or the driveway, we did make one lap around the block, gotta get the vacuum line on the trans so it will shift and need to clean the windows badly, sorry no video of this ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But I am glad to report that it made it safely back into the driveway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and yes it did chirp a tire coming up onto the driveway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-2822646680374870262?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/2822646680374870262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=2822646680374870262' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/2822646680374870262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/2822646680374870262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-alive-and-moving.html' title='It&apos;s Alive and Moving!'/><author><name>Mikieg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195189476757888920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TVNj8jN4LkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/OOf91oRJsXs/s220/102_0609.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-7765696548037480059</id><published>2011-07-11T19:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T20:12:14.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Diesel</title><content type='html'>Well things are moving ahead, although slowly, but still moving. Latest news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xCfID21cJhg/Thu1HvIL5EI/AAAAAAAAAHg/dgSp5z5z2NE/s1600/IMGP1891.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xCfID21cJhg/Thu1HvIL5EI/AAAAAAAAAHg/dgSp5z5z2NE/s320/IMGP1891.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After getting the beast fired up on Memorial weekend, and only finding a couple of fluid leaks, the oil feed for the turbo and a trans cooler line at the radiator, both minor, and easily fixed. The excitement is starting to build. A few tweaks to the injection pump timing, and viola, no white smoke and fires right up and has the rattle that it should. Next problem though, the steering gear leaks, off to get a reman one, (ouch). with the new gear on now the Power steering pump is leaking, more parts, result, no P/S leaks and the steering works.It is amazing how many rubber parts dry out when a truck sits for 15 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next came the interior, 4th of July weekend, instead of camping with the family&amp;nbsp;I chose to stay home and work on the beast, John Thaxton came over as well and after a case and a half on Mountain Dews and Pepsi the doors got hung and the wire harness for the windows were routed right. As well as a little fiberglass work on the floor to seal up some holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r_SLpF96278/Thu1Se_zRgI/AAAAAAAAAHk/_eXVpn01pnU/s1600/IMGP1883.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r_SLpF96278/Thu1Se_zRgI/AAAAAAAAAHk/_eXVpn01pnU/s320/IMGP1883.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Next came some carpet, Stock interiors supplied molded carpet, did I say supplied? I meant sold me some carpet. I looks good in there, and fits pretty well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m6CDoDqo6ZY/Thu1mPDwT9I/AAAAAAAAAHs/3fcoFiIRmS8/s1600/IMGP1890.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m6CDoDqo6ZY/Thu1mPDwT9I/AAAAAAAAAHs/3fcoFiIRmS8/s320/IMGP1890.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Starting to come together, front seats are mounted, brackets were welded to the floor, and holes drilled for other bolts. Now just have to find the trim pieces to finish the front, and then get the rear seat recovered and recover the headliner the interior will be nearly done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lDym6lqv4fs/Thu4dX2OjYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/jNF5RhUfl-c/s1600/IMGP1888.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lDym6lqv4fs/Thu4dX2OjYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/jNF5RhUfl-c/s320/IMGP1888.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After nearly 2 weeks without running the battery cables were hooked up and it fired right off. Makes me feel good that it might be reliable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is a newer and bigger 6.5 liter that replaced the original 6.2 liter,and has been upgraded with a Banks Turbo. The donor engine was bought from&amp;nbsp;Phoenix core and rebuilt by me at B and B Automotive machine Co. and the heads&amp;nbsp;were welded and redone by Tony at Continental Diesel.&amp;nbsp;and the rotating assembly was balanced by Basko Engine Service in Gilbert, and the Trans was done by Mikes Auto Works in Mesa, it is good to have friends in the automotive business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hopefully it will be on the road soon, tires, exhaust, A/C compressor, and a few more minor things, (I hope).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-7765696548037480059?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/7765696548037480059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=7765696548037480059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/7765696548037480059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/7765696548037480059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2011/07/project-diesel.html' title='Project Diesel'/><author><name>Mikieg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195189476757888920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TVNj8jN4LkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/OOf91oRJsXs/s220/102_0609.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xCfID21cJhg/Thu1HvIL5EI/AAAAAAAAAHg/dgSp5z5z2NE/s72-c/IMGP1891.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-9110458553255773339</id><published>2011-07-04T16:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T16:58:30.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Does doing something fun two years in a row start a tradition?&lt;br /&gt;We had a change of camping spots last minute. Rachael and Dusty to the rescue.&lt;br /&gt;Great spot!&lt;br /&gt; Lots of riding.&lt;br /&gt; Rain in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt; Large space in front of camp to watch little ones ride the smaller toys.&lt;br /&gt; So many trails you could get lost, and some of us did, for short periods of time. &lt;br /&gt;Plenty of food, naps, and visiting.&lt;br /&gt; I think even the dogs had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for being such a great family.&lt;br /&gt; I love all of you!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ps I forgot to pack the camera.  oops......&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/108239646703048845-9110458553255773339?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/9110458553255773339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=9110458553255773339' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/9110458553255773339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/9110458553255773339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2011/07/4th-of-july-weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title='4th of July weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-4925143406681707889</id><published>2011-06-19T09:27:00.015-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T10:26:22.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Montezuma Castle Tuzigoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ymhUEruYt1g/Tf4kUS68WbI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/CbcFzuJ4bsM/s1600/104_1043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ymhUEruYt1g/Tf4kUS68WbI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/CbcFzuJ4bsM/s400/104_1043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619969316100004274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PHbB42FmC44/Tf4kGTGsGOI/AAAAAAAAA8I/n9dJOvP_Yh4/s1600/104_1026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PHbB42FmC44/Tf4kGTGsGOI/AAAAAAAAA8I/n9dJOvP_Yh4/s400/104_1026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619969075631102178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tuesday, Julia and I took off across the desert on I-17,&lt;br /&gt;Destination Montezuma's Castle.&lt;br /&gt;We both were wishing for a closer look.&lt;br /&gt;The visitor's center was very good.&lt;br /&gt;They even had clothes on some of the women.&lt;br /&gt;Why do they always depict them half naked?&lt;br /&gt;How do they know?&lt;br /&gt;If they could make clothes for the bottom half,&lt;br /&gt;they could have made clothes for the top half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5OY86LLviEk/Tf4j7USgPqI/AAAAAAAAA8A/xzDSbqUn1nw/s1600/104_1029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5OY86LLviEk/Tf4j7USgPqI/AAAAAAAAA8A/xzDSbqUn1nw/s400/104_1029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619968886970531490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ymhUEruYt1g/Tf4kUS68WbI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/CbcFzuJ4bsM/s1600/104_1043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ymhUEruYt1g/Tf4kUS68WbI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/CbcFzuJ4bsM/s400/104_1043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619969316100004274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the exploration of the castle we took off to find the missing princes and princesses.&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for this dirt road, it would have been a very long walk in the heat.&lt;br /&gt;The story goes like this at geocaching.com&lt;br /&gt;"The Royal Family of Montezuma is having a celebration.  We let all of the royal grandchildren leave the castle to go play until it was time for the party.  We told them all to keep the castle in sight.  Some of them did, some did not.  It's time for them to come  'back to the castle'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hOAQG_4Oh1k/Tf4jzYWMWkI/AAAAAAAAA74/8lOiUOWCk7Y/s1600/104_1048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hOAQG_4Oh1k/Tf4jzYWMWkI/AAAAAAAAA74/8lOiUOWCk7Y/s400/104_1048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619968750620793410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Julia looking back at the castle in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;Who lets their grandchildren play this far from the house?)&lt;br /&gt;Prince Everett-found, left little blue car.&lt;br /&gt;Princess Tegan-found, left bracelet.&lt;br /&gt;Princess Anabell-found, left bracelet.&lt;br /&gt;Prince Spencer-found, left car.&lt;br /&gt;Prince Isaac-found, left car, took bullet casing.&lt;br /&gt;Prince Paxton-lost, we couldn't see the castle at all and he was very close to the river. We hope he did not drown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d9mavucD-j0/Tf4jp1gtBlI/AAAAAAAAA7w/Qsd_ESjlOYo/s1600/104_1044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d9mavucD-j0/Tf4jp1gtBlI/AAAAAAAAA7w/Qsd_ESjlOYo/s400/104_1044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619968586650814034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of these geo caches were in pill bottles.&lt;br /&gt;We found 2 other caches before heading back to Camp Verde for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;It was very hot.&lt;br /&gt;So after consulting the map,&lt;br /&gt;we decided it was just as close to travel through Payson.&lt;br /&gt;There we collected some pine needles&lt;br /&gt;and had a blizzard.&lt;br /&gt;It was a long, fun adventure.&lt;br /&gt;We arrived home at 4:30 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-4925143406681707889?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/4925143406681707889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=4925143406681707889' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/4925143406681707889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/4925143406681707889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2011/06/montezuma-castle-tuzigoot.html' title='Montezuma Castle Tuzigoot'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ymhUEruYt1g/Tf4kUS68WbI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/CbcFzuJ4bsM/s72-c/104_1043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-6312367393349755403</id><published>2011-06-12T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T06:00:08.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping with Buddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4I5lwr6ITUU/TfJPljZlTwI/AAAAAAAAA7g/_JECstaIXQw/s1600/104_0923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4I5lwr6ITUU/TfJPljZlTwI/AAAAAAAAA7g/_JECstaIXQw/s400/104_0923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616639191860727554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This blog is some what about Buddy.&lt;br /&gt;On June 6th Julia, Buddy, Pamela, Daniel, Ginger, and myself had the opportunity to spend some time in the woods.&lt;br /&gt;First stop Tonto creek below the fish hatchery.  We spent the late morning and early afternoon lounging next to Tonto Creek.  We read, soaked our feet, (the water was cold, cold, cold), rested on our blanket and just enjoyed the cool breeze and the sounds of the creek and trees.&lt;br /&gt;Buddy was not too sure about it.&lt;br /&gt;  He was probably still pondering his time riding in the crate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EL8IaAos6EM/TfJPeMvoMRI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/zlyKN9J_9Yg/s1600/104_0963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EL8IaAos6EM/TfJPeMvoMRI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/zlyKN9J_9Yg/s400/104_0963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616639065520091410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Julia had some time to play with the camera. &lt;br /&gt;Good thing, I did not seem to take too many pics myself.&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't check in the the Canyon Point Camp Ground until 2 pm.  We arrived, set up and then delivered the suburban to Mikie who was up the road a few miles helping with the youth conference.  Pamela had her own suburban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4a-yopA-iQA/TfJPWaUpWwI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/5XvfB_QLwD0/s1600/104_0979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4a-yopA-iQA/TfJPWaUpWwI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/5XvfB_QLwD0/s400/104_0979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616638931726064386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next few days we enjoyed reading under the cool pine trees, looking for geo caches (some found, some not), walking the dogs, watched a few movies, played some cards, and just napped and rested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ClzogZcgPtQ/TfJPMS7B6qI/AAAAAAAAA7I/oEp4IhcZ4j0/s1600/104_0991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ClzogZcgPtQ/TfJPMS7B6qI/AAAAAAAAA7I/oEp4IhcZ4j0/s400/104_0991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616638757940882082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddy was braver at Willow Springs Lake.  He ventured into the water himself.  I thought he hated water judging by bath time at our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gqYiHnhCVTo/TfJO8wpJnqI/AAAAAAAAA7A/bvevQgsVw44/s1600/104_0981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gqYiHnhCVTo/TfJO8wpJnqI/AAAAAAAAA7A/bvevQgsVw44/s400/104_0981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616638491041046178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia, Daniel and Ginger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6jFH8gO8wWI/TfJOnN2_OJI/AAAAAAAAA6w/-79NB2H9jeU/s1600/104_1017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6jFH8gO8wWI/TfJOnN2_OJI/AAAAAAAAA6w/-79NB2H9jeU/s400/104_1017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616638120926591122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Buddy had some issues with being cold.&lt;br /&gt; Good thing he doesn't mind being wrapped up like a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-6312367393349755403?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/6312367393349755403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=6312367393349755403' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/6312367393349755403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/6312367393349755403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2011/06/camping-with-buddy.html' title='Camping with Buddy'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4I5lwr6ITUU/TfJPljZlTwI/AAAAAAAAA7g/_JECstaIXQw/s72-c/104_0923.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-4778174878915066342</id><published>2011-06-10T09:30:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T09:48:05.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Summer Begin !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W0WuctMCdWc/TfJITKjNulI/AAAAAAAAA6o/vlCWfEI6H6Q/s1600/104_0910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W0WuctMCdWc/TfJITKjNulI/AAAAAAAAA6o/vlCWfEI6H6Q/s400/104_0910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616631179371199058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;School is out and I'm ready to go.  I must have some form of cabin fever. &lt;br /&gt;Julia and I have found that we share some interests, one is archeology.&lt;br /&gt;When I was 11 I was able to take an after school class at Franklin .&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember the teacher's name but he taught us basics for dating Hohokam pottery and even took us out to a place where we could pick up a few pieces and try our skills.&lt;br /&gt;It was all very fun and still today I have those few pieces of pottery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4zswlELgAh8/TfJIGgakoeI/AAAAAAAAA6g/lsMYn18jZSo/s1600/104_0896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4zswlELgAh8/TfJIGgakoeI/AAAAAAAAA6g/lsMYn18jZSo/s400/104_0896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616630961902232034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia expressed an interest two years ago.&lt;br /&gt; So finding I had a comrade who was willing to trek through the heat and the desert,&lt;br /&gt; she and I (and Andy K) took off south to the ruins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GdzZMZlA-DU/TfJH16jvVmI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/VbctpJWHXPI/s1600/104_0908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GdzZMZlA-DU/TfJH16jvVmI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/VbctpJWHXPI/s400/104_0908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616630676862228066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only a 45 min drive.&lt;br /&gt; We were able to explore some and then go inside the visitors center, cool off and watch a  movie.  Andy K was a good sport.  We had fun, some lunch, they napped (on the way home), and I got to go for a drive in a cold car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ppe4yC1sOek/TfJHq2DtWtI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/X-0tRgOHXlc/s1600/104_0903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ppe4yC1sOek/TfJHq2DtWtI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/X-0tRgOHXlc/s400/104_0903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616630486675577554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully over the summer we can log on a few more adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g6pngRlta2A/TfJHGuGzygI/AAAAAAAAA6I/p0CqvcMrfOM/s1600/104_0873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 7px; height: 5px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g6pngRlta2A/TfJHGuGzygI/AAAAAAAAA6I/p0CqvcMrfOM/s400/104_0873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616629866065807874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-4778174878915066342?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/4778174878915066342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=4778174878915066342' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/4778174878915066342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/4778174878915066342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2011/06/let-summer-begin.html' title='Let Summer Begin !!!'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W0WuctMCdWc/TfJITKjNulI/AAAAAAAAA6o/vlCWfEI6H6Q/s72-c/104_0910.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-1093078728892276460</id><published>2011-05-30T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T17:40:35.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frankenstein</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pq8-IFW0bDI/TeQzwTFG4eI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ftIoqGIF1tc/s1600/IMG_5571.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pq8-IFW0bDI/TeQzwTFG4eI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ftIoqGIF1tc/s320/IMG_5571.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;In 1982 Omar bought this crew cab&amp;nbsp; with a 6.2 liter diesel, the first year for this engine. It was OK, and a lot better than the 5.7 that it replaced. Fast forward 300,000 miles, to 1994, it died a terrible death blown head gaskets and coolant coming out the exhaust, (that's not a good thing).&lt;br /&gt;So it sat at the fortress of Omar for about 11 years. till 2006. My 1975 truck gets stolen.&lt;br /&gt;Omar offered the diesel, and all I have to do is build a new engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oL3X5MR7e3w/TeQ0FgtLC5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/6ZJ7ndx6kyE/s1600/IMG_5572.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oL3X5MR7e3w/TeQ0FgtLC5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/6ZJ7ndx6kyE/s320/IMG_5572.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well the 6.2 is replaced with a 6.5, and is fitted with a Banks Turbo, the trans is rebuilt, the interior is gutted (not the best decision) and the doors a re exchanged for doors with power windows and locks.&lt;br /&gt;After several hours and lots of dollars, it took its first breath of life today 5/30/2011!!!&lt;br /&gt;Only a few minor leaks, just loose fittings on the turbo oil line and the trans cooler lines at the radiator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2676c18f1c64396b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2676c18f1c64396b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331241423%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2D9348C0022B2B454CA86974D26A0295AFD0399.5EBF945E92A64FCA4D61ED5D97B8FA0DB4FCCC5C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2676c18f1c64396b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOq24lJ37uYKHcyMcsKELmGEXGfU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2676c18f1c64396b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331241423%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2D9348C0022B2B454CA86974D26A0295AFD0399.5EBF945E92A64FCA4D61ED5D97B8FA0DB4FCCC5C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2676c18f1c64396b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOq24lJ37uYKHcyMcsKELmGEXGfU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That rattle is the heart beat of the diesel. now just a few more things to finish, bolt down the seats, wire the doors, get Rachael to redo the rear seat, add carpet, replace the front springs, replace the master cylinder..........run the exhaust out to&amp;nbsp; the back....... &lt;br /&gt;but hey IT'S ALIVE!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-1093078728892276460?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/1093078728892276460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=1093078728892276460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/1093078728892276460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/1093078728892276460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2011/05/frankenstein.html' title='Frankenstein'/><author><name>Mikieg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195189476757888920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TVNj8jN4LkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/OOf91oRJsXs/s220/102_0609.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pq8-IFW0bDI/TeQzwTFG4eI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ftIoqGIF1tc/s72-c/IMG_5571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-3522351181570978209</id><published>2011-03-29T07:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T20:47:18.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just a short 75 years ago Paul A. Gillespie found his way into Erie Pennsylvania. Soon after his arrival to James and Henrietta, he found that there were so many interesting gadgets and gizmos to explore. Quickly everything was moved higher and higher, but this did not deter little Paul, he was very creative and driven, if you find a cord and pull on it whatever was attached would come to you, telephones were heavy back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c4A6jcAengo/TZHlvp5s7OI/AAAAAAAAAHI/S8bocv7ptSk/s1600/GilFamily1936.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c4A6jcAengo/TZHlvp5s7OI/AAAAAAAAAHI/S8bocv7ptSk/s320/GilFamily1936.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1936 Paul is the little one in Grandma's arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fast forward 21 years Paul had met a pretty lady, Carol&amp;nbsp;Taylor, They were married April 6 1957. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4KAPvtzlITQ/TZHlxZA2r3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/dLj4Qb5TbDc/s1600/PG_CG_59.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4KAPvtzlITQ/TZHlxZA2r3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/dLj4Qb5TbDc/s320/PG_CG_59.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Paul and Carol 1959.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am guessing that this is the house on Wilbur street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--3cMEWFcuQ4/TZKmhX5RNgI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/GVPyIUMGmoA/s1600/IMGP1457.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--3cMEWFcuQ4/TZKmhX5RNgI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/GVPyIUMGmoA/s320/IMGP1457.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;OK Brenda, mom brings you Flowers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am not much of a flower kind of person,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;so it looks like I get Strawberries, not enough for a pie, at least not yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Miss you Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-3522351181570978209?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/3522351181570978209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=3522351181570978209' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/3522351181570978209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/3522351181570978209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Mikieg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195189476757888920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TVNj8jN4LkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/OOf91oRJsXs/s220/102_0609.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c4A6jcAengo/TZHlvp5s7OI/AAAAAAAAAHI/S8bocv7ptSk/s72-c/GilFamily1936.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-1971925676408014398</id><published>2011-03-25T21:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T21:21:22.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventure with the dentist.</title><content type='html'>I've had two teeth that have been bothering me off and on for the last year of so.  Then the clouds rolled in this week and for some reason they decided to really make it known that they were not happy.  So off to the dentist.  Paid for two simple extractions and an xray.  Well after pulling and pulling until I thought he was going to pull my scull off he decided to do minor surgery.  He broke the tooth into four pieces and then pulled them out.  The other one wanted to argue also but finally came out.  The dentist asked if I was against pain meds.  Nope.   He recommended I fill a perscription and take it before bed and first thing in the morning.  Also 800 ml of ibuprofen as soon as possible.  Michael took me to get my meds, soup, ice cream, pudding, and jello.  End of story.  Didn't need the perscription, ibuprofen has done the trick.  Still a little bruised lip, but much better.  And my husband sure does spoil me.  No they were not my front teeth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-1971925676408014398?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/1971925676408014398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=1971925676408014398' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/1971925676408014398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/1971925676408014398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2011/03/adventure-with-dentist.html' title='Adventure with the dentist.'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-3689910350524669157</id><published>2011-03-19T17:14:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T17:16:59.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abracadabra</title><content type='html'>My magician opened the hood to the car, attempted to start it.  Then he came in the house and asked me to come and start it.  259,999 miles and the odometer is stuck and has been for quiet a while.  I figure something serious.  Nope broken wire.  Magic!!!  No cost at all just a few minutes of his time.  I am very, very thankful.   On the road again...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-3689910350524669157?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/3689910350524669157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=3689910350524669157' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/3689910350524669157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/3689910350524669157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2011/03/abracadabra.html' title='Abracadabra'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-8814132364350837805</id><published>2011-03-18T21:27:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T21:44:43.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadly, somethings don't last forever!</title><content type='html'>Today I went to work.  Drove some tie backs out to Rachael at Power and the 60.  Went back to work.  Finished some drapes.  Drove out to Ironwood and the 60.  Was driving back to work to do more drapes and oopps.  Just before the Greenfield exit the car just shut off.  Coasted, coasted, and coasted a little more.  Didn't quite make the exit.  Pulled to the side.  Popped the hood.  Belts were all still on and in one piece, got back in tried to restart the car.  Nope.  Checked for over heating, no running just in the middle where it always runs.  Locked it up and walked to the QT.  Called Rachael to tell her I wouldn't be able to do the drapes.  Called Mikie, who called Omar to come rescue me.  He also asked me if the motor would turn, in layman's terms, did it say rr rr rr rr... or weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, when I tried to start it.  Rr rr rr rr rr rr rr was the answer.  Then I bought a newspaper, soda and walked back to the car.  Omar was fast.  I didn't even read a whole article before he was there.  Do you know that if the chain between you and the truck is 6-7 feet long, in a Geo you can only see the tail gate, the driver's hand (barely) and nothing else.  An adventure for sure, but we arrived safely home and he helped me push the Geo up into it's parking spot.  There it will wait,  not too patiently, for Mikie to work his magic.   I really just want to drive forever.  No gas, no problems, just drive, in this instance we have an speed bump in the road.  I do love to drive.  The Geo suites me perfectly.  Still one tank of gas a week.  Though 12 years ago it was only 8 dollars to fill it up.  Last week it was 25.  Our income hasn't quadripled did I miss something?  I'm sure we will be back on the road next week until then I have other options for running the roads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-8814132364350837805?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/8814132364350837805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=8814132364350837805' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/8814132364350837805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/8814132364350837805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2011/03/sadly-somethings-don.html' title='Sadly, somethings don&apos;t last forever!'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-5063472808629561953</id><published>2011-03-14T20:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T20:30:23.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KLGBr1UFbYg/TX7crMfpdJI/AAAAAAAAA58/uQXr-DsoLe4/s1600/104_0776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584143222632445074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KLGBr1UFbYg/TX7crMfpdJI/AAAAAAAAA58/uQXr-DsoLe4/s400/104_0776.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;New traditions sometimes take a little time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pi day March 14&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sadly today at 1:59 I was in Queen Creek and Mike was at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hard to share pi with 30 or so miles between.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe next year we will make the time slot not just the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Pi Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(3.14 1:59)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-5063472808629561953?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/5063472808629561953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=5063472808629561953' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/5063472808629561953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/5063472808629561953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-traditions-sometimes-take-little.html' title=''/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KLGBr1UFbYg/TX7crMfpdJI/AAAAAAAAA58/uQXr-DsoLe4/s72-c/104_0776.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-5193763902029106030</id><published>2011-03-13T20:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T10:00:43.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Something</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mar 11 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Rachael was taken out to dinner by Dusty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;While she was away Kat invited a few people to come over and decorate Rachael's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-VhU0-L7Pf1k/TX2KZqKzzjI/AAAAAAAAAHA/c7-rmP-qh0o/s1600/IMG_4859.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-VhU0-L7Pf1k/TX2KZqKzzjI/AAAAAAAAAHA/c7-rmP-qh0o/s320/IMG_4859.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There were a few nephews and brothers and sisters waiting for her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sfCwoztNFO0/TX2JVXR9RKI/AAAAAAAAAGw/yawVZkt7hAg/s1600/IMG_4853.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sfCwoztNFO0/TX2JVXR9RKI/AAAAAAAAAGw/yawVZkt7hAg/s320/IMG_4853.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lots of balloons and streamers taking over her living room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E8sL7EEqX1I/TX2J2hlxY5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/swMl9JTojqM/s1600/IMG_4890.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E8sL7EEqX1I/TX2J2hlxY5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/swMl9JTojqM/s320/IMG_4890.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Birthday cake with balloons and smiley clouds all over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JWl0UvSbKYg/TX2KPBhhGMI/AAAAAAAAAG8/SWBTaUiY_NM/s1600/IMG_4875.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JWl0UvSbKYg/TX2KPBhhGMI/AAAAAAAAAG8/SWBTaUiY_NM/s320/IMG_4875.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And in case things get out of hand, she has a new helmet and goggles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After the cake and ice cream the little boys sucked the helium out of the balloons and laughed like little girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After the party Rachael went with some friends out for more partying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Rachael&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-5193763902029106030?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/5193763902029106030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=5193763902029106030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/5193763902029106030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/5193763902029106030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2011/03/30-something.html' title='30 Something'/><author><name>Mikieg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195189476757888920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TVNj8jN4LkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/OOf91oRJsXs/s220/102_0609.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-VhU0-L7Pf1k/TX2KZqKzzjI/AAAAAAAAAHA/c7-rmP-qh0o/s72-c/IMG_4859.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-2394522850402021850</id><published>2011-03-04T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T21:47:45.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ken Block airfield rallying - Top Gear - BBC</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lFF2bkiHNVQ?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is way cool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-2394522850402021850?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/2394522850402021850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=2394522850402021850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/2394522850402021850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/2394522850402021850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2011/03/ken-block-airfield-rallying-top-gear.html' title='Ken Block airfield rallying - Top Gear - BBC'/><author><name>Mikieg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195189476757888920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TVNj8jN4LkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/OOf91oRJsXs/s220/102_0609.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/lFF2bkiHNVQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-4598383011668441076</id><published>2011-02-28T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T19:00:14.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-u1Ki7zbC-xw/TWxRl5sencI/AAAAAAAAAGk/-uq9uuEMqK0/s1600/104_0774.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-u1Ki7zbC-xw/TWxRl5sencI/AAAAAAAAAGk/-uq9uuEMqK0/s320/104_0774.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ok so maybe not really snow, but it was not hail, it was still slushy in texture, and it did not come down in flakes. I guess it would technically be sleet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Any how Feb 27th this happened in Mesa AZ, the Superstition Mountains were snow covered about 2/3 of the way down and Four Peaks was covered with snow also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-mUyCSb2p7vA/TWxR5fqWx5I/AAAAAAAAAGo/GzUx6jKFCbk/s1600/104_0768.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-mUyCSb2p7vA/TWxR5fqWx5I/AAAAAAAAAGo/GzUx6jKFCbk/s320/104_0768.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Outside barefoot trying to catch snow flakes on his tongue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know who raised this one.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-4598383011668441076?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/4598383011668441076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=4598383011668441076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/4598383011668441076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/4598383011668441076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2011/02/snow.html' title='Snow!'/><author><name>Mikieg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195189476757888920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TVNj8jN4LkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/OOf91oRJsXs/s220/102_0609.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-u1Ki7zbC-xw/TWxRl5sencI/AAAAAAAAAGk/-uq9uuEMqK0/s72-c/104_0774.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-1557138468623531377</id><published>2011-02-24T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T06:58:15.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Laugh Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vtjAwi6chl0/TWZf1T4jlcI/AAAAAAAAAGg/QE8M59WeY2s/s1600/004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vtjAwi6chl0/TWZf1T4jlcI/AAAAAAAAAGg/QE8M59WeY2s/s320/004.jpg" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only 2 years have passed since Dad passed away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It does not seem like it has been that long,﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the memories are still fresh in my mind of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although it has been hard to find answers for all the trivial questions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and for the technical questions as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The example that he set for how to live, laugh, and love are etched into all of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two years later the hole that had been left is still there, his shoes are big ones to fill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We continue on the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;traditions, groundhog day, valentines day,&amp;nbsp; etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have laughed when we were together, I think that is how we kept it together,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we cried when we were by ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The mornings of Belgium waffles are gone, but the smell of waffles bring back a flood of memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So many things still remind us of Dad, and I see more of him in gestures that I make.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Love that he left us is forever, and we will have him with us always in our hearts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope that I can be like him and continue on his legacy that he left us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-1557138468623531377?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/1557138468623531377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=1557138468623531377' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/1557138468623531377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/1557138468623531377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2011/02/live-laugh-love.html' title='Live Laugh Love'/><author><name>Mikieg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195189476757888920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TVNj8jN4LkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/OOf91oRJsXs/s220/102_0609.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vtjAwi6chl0/TWZf1T4jlcI/AAAAAAAAAGg/QE8M59WeY2s/s72-c/004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-1271890385826665746</id><published>2011-02-14T07:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T07:41:53.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Traditions</title><content type='html'>Everyone knows about the candy grams.  All of our children love them.  Well this year we shopped a day early for the candy bars and paper.  We thought we were ahead.  Oh, no! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to have the children over for dinner.  Sorry, the lazagna wasn't up to par and the bread way too tough.  Good thing the company made up for that and the delisious desert.  Maybe next month I'll cook a little better.  After the ham net we decided to crawl into bed when I started looking for a book and lo and behold.  Bags of candy!!!!  10:30 and Michael is doing the creative thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun and he does well on the spur of the moment.  Twice yesterday in fact.  1st during Sacrament meeting when the speakers ran short and he shared a thought tying the drafting of Nascar and the Saturday race results to how if we draft with Christ he will carry us across the finish line.  I don't do it justice.  And the 2nd one with the candy grams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a blessed girl to have such a man in my life.  Love him!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-1271890385826665746?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/1271890385826665746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=1271890385826665746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/1271890385826665746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/1271890385826665746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2011/02/traditions.html' title='Traditions'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-4268923564340632764</id><published>2011-01-28T18:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T18:52:58.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thought I should mark the end of a decade and a little, of work.&lt;br /&gt;The Michael Shoemaker book now is in a gedcom.   It can be searched, shared and expanded.  Sunday night Adam came in to Mike's room to find the book closed.&lt;br /&gt;1,000 pages and 43,143 people entered.  Seeing the book completely closed he asked "Is it finally done?"  Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Now what do I do when I've got time.  Well Andee's dress is almost finished and I think I'll make two more to put in the hope chest. &lt;br /&gt;I've made a few phone calls and have started copying information that others have wanted out of this massive book but couldn't find. &lt;br /&gt;I might even find more time to spend on my radio.  I hear there are a few women's only nets for ham radio operators. &lt;br /&gt;It does seem strange to be done.  I wish dad were still here, he could have shone me how to share the information more effectively.  Just a side note,  findagrave.com, has the Glen Spey, Sullivan, New York Cemetery on it.  Paul used to mow it.  Several of the Gillespie clan are there and someone took a picture of his aunt Blanche's head stone.  It was a great find.   I love pictures of places that he talked about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is just a great adventure, with a few thorns along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-4268923564340632764?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/4268923564340632764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=4268923564340632764' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/4268923564340632764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/4268923564340632764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2011/01/thought-i-should-mark-end-of-decade-and.html' title=''/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-6491637101201147607</id><published>2011-01-25T21:33:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T22:21:49.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TT-o2t3JB4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/2pH6vKNDbCM/s1600/sunrise.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566353322430498690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TT-o2t3JB4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/2pH6vKNDbCM/s320/sunrise.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok everyone has sunsets on Hawaii, this is a sunrise on our way to Makapuu point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We figured since this was our last day in Hawaii we should do all we could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TT-oGkyV87I/AAAAAAAAAEg/9uQ-wWl84rk/s1600/lighthouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566352495360734130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TT-oGkyV87I/AAAAAAAAAEg/9uQ-wWl84rk/s320/lighthouse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Light house was built in 1909 and became automated in 1974 and the Coast Guard maintains it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is a 2 mile hike to the light house and you can see for miles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plenty of history around here. There are lots of what look like pill boxes that may have been used for lookout points. This is as far east as you can go on Oahu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TT-mvhWionI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/HUf_GTWJ9Fc/s1600/Oahu%2B%252385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566350999790199410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TT-mvhWionI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/HUf_GTWJ9Fc/s320/Oahu%2B%252385.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Engine #85 100 years old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; After a 4 mile hike we drove to Ewa and found the Hawaiian Railway Society.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kind of by accident, (it was marked in the GPS) and since we had time we went to find it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After we arrived here, the place was pretty quiet, didn't look like there was anybody around so we started to take some pictures, when Tom comes out of the work shop, and asks us if we like trains? Umm... we politely said yes and he asked if we got here by accident, we told him we hadn't, we were looking for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was excited to have visitors I guess, because we got the TOUR of the yard and the workshop, as well as a history of the railroad in Hawaii. The Engine above had only been there 3 days, and was a pretty big deal to get it there. It was in CA from 1955 until the early 70's when it was shipped back to Maui for repairs, and sat there for years until the historical society purchased it back and brought it back to Oahu. It will probably not be restored, but repaired and put on display.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you get to Oahu and want to ride a train look up the Historical Society, and if you see Tom McCarthy say hello to him he is a really neat character.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks Tom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TT-lywucANI/AAAAAAAAAEI/PIhm49WH6bc/s1600/000000910002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566349955944939730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TT-lywucANI/AAAAAAAAAEI/PIhm49WH6bc/s320/000000910002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some people have red headed step children, well Hawaii has red headed birds,&lt;br /&gt;Pretty cool looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TT-lYBZIj-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/271rqmuZBc0/s1600/IMGP0956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566349496562520034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TT-lYBZIj-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/271rqmuZBc0/s320/IMGP0956.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our last meal in Waikiki, east end of town heading away from the beach, we found this place Burgers on the Edge! Wow we should have found them first! The burgers are great, and don't cost a ton of money.&lt;br /&gt;A definite must, along with Puka Dogs in Waikiki.&lt;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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-6491637101201147607?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/6491637101201147607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=6491637101201147607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/6491637101201147607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/6491637101201147607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2011/01/ok-everyone-has-sunsets-on-hawaii-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Mikieg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195189476757888920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TVNj8jN4LkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/OOf91oRJsXs/s220/102_0609.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TT-o2t3JB4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/2pH6vKNDbCM/s72-c/sunrise.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-5954983849641434639</id><published>2011-01-02T22:15:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T22:59:41.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;January 1 2011 family time at the Imperial Sand Dunes (known as Glamis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TSFe0_6k1zI/AAAAAAAAADo/jis4v_0UutM/s1600/IMGP1212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557827679755228978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TSFe0_6k1zI/AAAAAAAAADo/jis4v_0UutM/s320/IMGP1212.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; New Years Eve was a chilly night and after what seemed like forever the sun came up and warmed up a little bit. so we could go riding in the dunes. We make the trip to Patton Valley and let the T-Rex cool down and made a few passes up Patton hill. The DS650 of Adam and Paul is pretty fast (dont tell anyone it is a 720 and worked over a little bit, Shhhhh).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After spanking a few of the faster bikes we went south into the big dunes to do some bowl riding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We found some good flows into several of the bowls and found a couple of bigger bowls to race around in. Adam Dusty and Paul in the picture above were able to go pretty fast through this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557827680502334066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TSFe1CsswnI/AAAAAAAAADw/HLTbmgsMJm8/s320/IMGP1216.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Andy was able to get a Kawasaki T-Rex from Dragonfire to do a little R and D (wink, wink) in the dunes. The suspension works real well and soaks up the whoops like a champ, it took quite a bit to get it to bottom out, about 40 mph at the bottom of a bowl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TSFc-AWf7JI/AAAAAAAAADg/BSN7RzkWoiA/s1600/t-rex.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557825635467914386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TSFc-AWf7JI/AAAAAAAAADg/BSN7RzkWoiA/s320/t-rex.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the sanddrags.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Most evenings on the bigger weekends people gather together and line the sand highway and watch anyone who wants to  drag race the length of the crowd, some where between 1/4 and a 1/2 mile long. This goes on until the sun sets, usually lasts a couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TSFcPuQK1JI/AAAAAAAAADY/r_e4XTItuO8/s1600/ben.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557824840335545490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TSFcPuQK1JI/AAAAAAAAADY/r_e4XTItuO8/s320/ben.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; During the Day the popular spot is at Patton hill where the time is spent bragging who is fastest and then racing up the hill to prove it. Ben wasn't the fastest but was able to make it up everytime on the 400EX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fbd427afb6a33859" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfbd427afb6a33859%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331241424%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D25628D0F287393949857E0FC53AE1E400CBCEE9.598F61EEC6A48E87DA10F664F40CEB6732513668%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfbd427afb6a33859%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeQ1t51MiN-nigBmpT6LeQh0_zis&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfbd427afb6a33859%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331241424%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D25628D0F287393949857E0FC53AE1E400CBCEE9.598F61EEC6A48E87DA10F664F40CEB6732513668%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfbd427afb6a33859%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeQ1t51MiN-nigBmpT6LeQh0_zis&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is a sample of how fast the cars are at the drags check out the crowd in the background&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-5954983849641434639?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/5954983849641434639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=5954983849641434639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/5954983849641434639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/5954983849641434639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-2011.html' title='New Year 2011'/><author><name>Mikieg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195189476757888920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TVNj8jN4LkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/OOf91oRJsXs/s220/102_0609.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TSFe0_6k1zI/AAAAAAAAADo/jis4v_0UutM/s72-c/IMGP1212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-2713279308701956075</id><published>2010-11-22T20:09:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T21:03:29.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to pump you up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunday Nov 14 Days Inn parking lot, getting pumped for the drive to Hana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TOszZL41pXI/AAAAAAAAADM/m1_fQUykyp4/s1600/guns.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542580274190460274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TOszZL41pXI/AAAAAAAAADM/m1_fQUykyp4/s320/guns.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You will find that early in the morning, us &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gillespies&lt;/span&gt; do not perform at our peak,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's 6 am for crying  out loud. Anyway Marlon was going easy on Gary, so not to make him feel to bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TOsyvhzqlYI/AAAAAAAAADE/7mJIbzUhUis/s1600/jeep%2Bchicks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542579558519838082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TOsyvhzqlYI/AAAAAAAAADE/7mJIbzUhUis/s320/jeep%2Bchicks.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; for those  of you out there who have 2 door Jeeps, I am sorry for you, because I have found that with a 4 door jeep you can fill it with 6 lovely ladies.&lt;br /&gt;Monique, Lori, Ginger, Cassie, Brenda and Heidi.&lt;br /&gt;for the rest of you:&lt;br /&gt;It's a jeep thing, you wouldn't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TOsygwX-uQI/AAAAAAAAAC8/oHcsMhtq4PI/s1600/Krispy%2BKreme.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542579304732211458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TOsygwX-uQI/AAAAAAAAAC8/oHcsMhtq4PI/s320/Krispy%2BKreme.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mmmmmm&lt;/span&gt; if you live on an island in Alaska, and have had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Krispy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kreame&lt;/span&gt; donuts, they were not freshly made. Well on our way out to Hana we had to stop at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Krispy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kreame&lt;/span&gt; donut shop and get some hot, fresh, delicious, right out of the fryer, and recently drizzled, with a sugar glaze, melt in your mouth, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yummylicious&lt;/span&gt;, golden brown delights.&lt;br /&gt;They were OK.&lt;br /&gt;Can we get another dozen?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TOsyR72mTsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ReSGqctBSBI/s1600/7%2Bam%2Bsurf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542579050115387074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TOsyR72mTsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ReSGqctBSBI/s320/7%2Bam%2Bsurf.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7 a.m. and we are at one of the popular surf spots along the Hana Highway, it is already packed with surfers waiting for the next perfect wave, the water is nice, about 70 degrees. And the waves are rolling in about 4 to 6 feet, just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TOsyCaTSCsI/AAAAAAAAACs/OveX0uZU9wY/s1600/waves.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542578783410850498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TOsyCaTSCsI/AAAAAAAAACs/OveX0uZU9wY/s320/waves.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Further around the island we reach the little town &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Keanae&lt;/span&gt;, the waves and surf and wind were wild, sharp jagged rocks what an awesome display from mother nature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We thought we had the area to ourselves, even made a joke that we would go down here, cause the tourists don't go here. Well after about 15 minutes 4 of the short tour buses roll up, and the area is loaded up with old people in tacky Hawaiian shirts.&lt;br /&gt;So we mad a quick exit back to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aunty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sandys&lt;/span&gt; banana bread stand, and found a line there to, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But as soon as we could we got us a loaf of fresh bread, it was real good, only lasted about 2 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TOsxyzbj_MI/AAAAAAAAACk/dKP-COoiGrw/s1600/windy%2Broad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542578515278560450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TOsxyzbj_MI/AAAAAAAAACk/dKP-COoiGrw/s320/windy%2Broad.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was typical of what  the road was, curving and windy, I don't think there is a straight section anywhere along it. The mist kept it nice,and we came across several rainbows, but you could tell there had not been very much rain, the streams were almost dry and only a few waterfalls along the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TOsxdaHCo_I/AAAAAAAAACc/kTVDXRqDiFU/s1600/rainbow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542578147704349682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TOsxdaHCo_I/AAAAAAAAACc/kTVDXRqDiFU/s320/rainbow.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is one of the rainbows we found by accident. you can see the road on the left of the picture as it winds along the edge of the cliff. can't go to fast there, are several areas that are only a car and a half wide.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-2713279308701956075?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/2713279308701956075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=2713279308701956075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/2713279308701956075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/2713279308701956075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-going-to-pump-you-up.html' title='I&apos;m going to pump you up.'/><author><name>Mikieg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195189476757888920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TVNj8jN4LkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/OOf91oRJsXs/s220/102_0609.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TOszZL41pXI/AAAAAAAAADM/m1_fQUykyp4/s72-c/guns.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-8982838232919202433</id><published>2010-11-21T22:09:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T22:27:41.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Snorkeling Maui</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TOn8Z_xL0iI/AAAAAAAAACU/5GJtnoqjZt4/s1600/g%2Band%2Bm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542238340000764450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TOn8Z_xL0iI/AAAAAAAAACU/5GJtnoqjZt4/s320/g%2Band%2Bm.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aloha from beautiful Maui Hawaii!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday Nov 13 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were up early in the morning and wandered around on the beach and found a little grotto that we could snuggle up in and take a picture. The ocean was awesome, about 70 degrees water temp, and very inviting. It wasn't long before Ginger was putting on her snorkel gear and running to the water. Wow the colors and fish were amazing, we spent about 4 hours in the water just swimming around looking at fish, coral, and the occasional turtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TOn8LwrjE2I/AAAAAAAAACM/c5h5c0XpjpM/s1600/turtle%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542238095432422242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TOn8LwrjE2I/AAAAAAAAACM/c5h5c0XpjpM/s320/turtle%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the first turtle that I saw, it slowly cruised toward me and was getting bigger and bigger, it passed within about 4 or 5 feet of me, it's head was huge, thank goodness it was a vegetarian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TOn798PFczI/AAAAAAAAACE/zdAziieWgbI/s1600/turtle%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542237858016097074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TOn798PFczI/AAAAAAAAACE/zdAziieWgbI/s320/turtle%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the same turtle passing by me, not interested at all in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TOn7x0r7m0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/_N0cJwyj8IM/s1600/angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542237649831172930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TOn7x0r7m0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/_N0cJwyj8IM/s320/angel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The under water camera that we have took some amazing pictures, the pictures had a blue tint to them so I loaded the software that came with it for editing and it does an amazing job, this is exactly what the reef and angel fish looked like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes these are our photos, they are not store bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TOn7hL29XlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ckt_1QK9kyM/s1600/butterfly%2Bfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542237363993665106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TOn7hL29XlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ckt_1QK9kyM/s320/butterfly%2Bfish.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another shot of the coral and some four spot butterfly fish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I can say is Wow.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-8982838232919202433?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/8982838232919202433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=8982838232919202433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/8982838232919202433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/8982838232919202433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2010/11/saturday-snorkeling-maui.html' title='Saturday Snorkeling Maui'/><author><name>Mikieg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195189476757888920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TVNj8jN4LkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/OOf91oRJsXs/s220/102_0609.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TOn8Z_xL0iI/AAAAAAAAACU/5GJtnoqjZt4/s72-c/g%2Band%2Bm.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-1270767169512805912</id><published>2010-11-13T23:16:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T23:12:09.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>G-fource</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TN-DGbXKziI/AAAAAAAAA5s/GUUKo-wYoPI/s1600/gfource1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539290213136387618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TN-DGbXKziI/AAAAAAAAA5s/GUUKo-wYoPI/s400/gfource1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gfource&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; Annual Meeting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mike, Lori,Brenda and Gary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maui Hawaii, Nov. 13 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TN-CQCLzQhI/AAAAAAAAA5k/zl_eP7Sc8sA/s1600/IMGP0640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539289278664884754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TN-CQCLzQhI/AAAAAAAAA5k/zl_eP7Sc8sA/s400/IMGP0640.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The meeting was called to order &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aboard&lt;/span&gt; the Pride of Maui, a small cruise ship, at 6:15 p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;shortly after sunset and dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;among the topics of discussion; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;There was a proposal for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gfource&lt;/span&gt; to look into branching out into real estate properties, mainly on the island of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Maui&lt;/span&gt;.This has been temporarily tabled until the funding is established.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Another &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;proposal&lt;/span&gt; was brought to one of the board members of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gfource&lt;/span&gt; specifically, Lori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TN-Bd_8LqSI/AAAAAAAAA5c/i3d1k4q7SRY/s1600/IMGP0680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539288419069045026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TN-Bd_8LqSI/AAAAAAAAA5c/i3d1k4q7SRY/s400/IMGP0680.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, Marlon proposed to Lori, and after many tears, and in between gasps for air, she said Yes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no date has been set as of yet, stay tuned for further developments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TN-AwBOiHRI/AAAAAAAAA5U/AMHVpS6rB7Y/s1600/IMGP0681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539287629140466962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TN-AwBOiHRI/AAAAAAAAA5U/AMHVpS6rB7Y/s400/IMGP0681.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Best Wishes Marlon and Lori&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-1270767169512805912?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/1270767169512805912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=1270767169512805912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/1270767169512805912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/1270767169512805912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2010/11/g-fource.html' title='G-fource'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TN-DGbXKziI/AAAAAAAAA5s/GUUKo-wYoPI/s72-c/gfource1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-8209485067433002805</id><published>2010-11-10T08:02:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T08:29:21.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TNq3U5J0EBI/AAAAAAAAA5M/W8c-SpdpGMM/s1600/MG%2Bplane.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537940261372694546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TNq3U5J0EBI/AAAAAAAAA5M/W8c-SpdpGMM/s400/MG%2Bplane.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aloha we are on our way to HAWAII!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TNq20ZFntgI/AAAAAAAAA5E/jmn_xRV4zE4/s1600/Hawaii.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537939703009359362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TNq20ZFntgI/AAAAAAAAA5E/jmn_xRV4zE4/s400/Hawaii.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After 6 hours in a can with wings we found an island in the middle of the ocean&lt;br /&gt;We are on our final approach &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TNq2MBq-b2I/AAAAAAAAA48/tdcRVJT_WJU/s1600/boat%2Bsunset.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537939009528819554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TNq2MBq-b2I/AAAAAAAAA48/tdcRVJT_WJU/s400/boat%2Bsunset.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Arrived about noon, took the shuttle for the rental car, found the hotel, and were to early to check in. So we walked around Waikiki had dinner at Maui Taco, (a place in the mall) took a few pictures, went back to the hotel checked in, and then went to the beach to walk in the water, and wait for the sunset. After that we met together to eat dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TNq1zyPjinI/AAAAAAAAA40/baggE2TSsL4/s1600/dukes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537938593070418546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TNq1zyPjinI/AAAAAAAAA40/baggE2TSsL4/s400/dukes.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dukes, not named for the cowboy, sorry dad, but for the surfer/swimmer, from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hawai'i&lt;/span&gt; who won gold and silver medals in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;olympics&lt;/span&gt; for swimming in 1912 and 1920. Good food and lots of fun,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we even have matching shirts, thanks Gary and Heidi, you will see them later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aloha!&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-8209485067433002805?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/8209485067433002805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=8209485067433002805' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/8209485067433002805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/8209485067433002805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2010/11/aloha-we-are-on-our-way-to-hawaii-after.html' title=''/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TNq3U5J0EBI/AAAAAAAAA5M/W8c-SpdpGMM/s72-c/MG%2Bplane.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-1646224748634694243</id><published>2010-10-03T15:30:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T16:21:33.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ATV Jamboree Sept 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TKkH8dtUerI/AAAAAAAAABs/uLGhhC6Gdh0/s1600/100_0608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523955153294883506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TKkH8dtUerI/AAAAAAAAABs/uLGhhC6Gdh0/s320/100_0608.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Ginger and John&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September is the Rocky Mountain ATV Jamboree, usually held on the 3rd week in the month, this was my 10th year attending, Gingers 2nd, and Johns 9th. John was not feeling well this time and rode on 3 of the 5 rides, ginger and I had a blast all week long, brilliant views of the changing leaves. The only drawback was the Twitchell canyon fire that has been burning since July this year, lots of smoke and ashes, we had ashes falling on us on Monday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TKkG8zSvd6I/AAAAAAAAABU/uR0bF4yOIcQ/s1600/point.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523954059577358242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TKkG8zSvd6I/AAAAAAAAABU/uR0bF4yOIcQ/s320/point.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Check out the kids pointing. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thursday is the day of the parade, nearly 700 ATV's UTV's  were in the parade. Be aware that we always wear a helmet when we ride, but for the parade we made an exception.  As we rode down main street, the people on the sides were waving and pointing, it only took a few minutes to figure what they were pointing at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TKkG8q7HYVI/AAAAAAAAABM/n8HHYgSArbo/s1600/ginger+three.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523954057330778450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TKkG8q7HYVI/AAAAAAAAABM/n8HHYgSArbo/s320/ginger+three.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The talk of the Jamboree &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The only 3 wheeler in the bunch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes! Ginger was the only 3 wheeler in the parade and on the rides, everyone was coming up to her like she was a super hero, they were impressed with her riding skills, ( I have been bringing up a 3 wheeler for 9 years, but I am not a girl.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TKkGmrTKC3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/fheiZ5GNH8Q/s1600/100_0670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 302px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523953679474494322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TKkGmrTKC3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/fheiZ5GNH8Q/s320/100_0670.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TKkGmwpByEI/AAAAAAAAABE/2Xh7S6rUGiA/s1600/100_0664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 254px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523953680908404802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TKkGmwpByEI/AAAAAAAAABE/2Xh7S6rUGiA/s320/100_0664.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The fall colors are bright yellow on the aspens and blazing red on the oaks, covering the mountains with colors that cant be imagined, and the trails going through the forests with the leaves changing and falling are simply gorgeous. The key is to keep far enough behind the rider in front of you to stay out of the dust but close enough not to get lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523953320820778402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TKkGRzNcpaI/AAAAAAAAAA0/w6B-iv--BVg/s320/100_0662.JPG" /&gt;This was our Friday ride, there were 31 machines on this one, a 80 mile ride over the mountain to the town of Filmore, this ride was sponsored by Polaris, and included a lunch of pizza in town along with a fuel stop. This ride included a trail along Chalk Creek, and had several water crossings. Ginger being a Scorpio, found out that Scorpios love water, had to splash through the crossings, in one of them she hit a rock with her front tire that caused her to wheelie. As she went up and slid back she opened the throttle more and ended looping the bike out from under her. She ended up on her back on the bank of the creek in the rocks shoe missing and new fall colors on her back side of black and blue,  and the bike landed upside down, fenders off and handle bars bent. People and machine were mended and joined back together to go the rest of the 45 or so miles of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TKkGRuNXZnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/h5ayF3eto9w/s1600/dirty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523953319478257266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TKkGRuNXZnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/h5ayF3eto9w/s320/dirty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a 80 mile ride through the mountains, we returned to the camp ground to get cleaned up for the closing dinner and prize give away, even though the dust the smiles are big. Dinner was good, roast beef, taters with carrots and sausage, rolls, and cake. Don't forget the Coke, thanks Fred! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saturday morning loaded up everything stopped at the Ideal Dairy for breakfast and a case of Punch bags, ( juice bags with 6 different flavors that can be frozen and used to cool the ice chest and then drank when they thaw).  Time to clean and mend the toys to get ready for next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;See you in Utah.&lt;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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-1646224748634694243?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/1646224748634694243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=1646224748634694243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/1646224748634694243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/1646224748634694243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2010/10/atv-jamboree-sept-2010.html' title='ATV Jamboree Sept 2010'/><author><name>Mikieg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195189476757888920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TVNj8jN4LkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/OOf91oRJsXs/s220/102_0609.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TKkH8dtUerI/AAAAAAAAABs/uLGhhC6Gdh0/s72-c/100_0608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-6279335088488049268</id><published>2010-09-24T16:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T16:27:59.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No they are still not right!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Today's ride was about 80 miles.  It was an intermediate ride.  Beautiful fall leaves, wide trail, more dust, tall steep mountains,  lots of rocks and friendly riders.  About a third of the way through we had some stream crossings.  WATER!!!  I love to splash in the water.  I lifted my feet up and plowed through throwing water every where.  It was GREAT!!! Second crossing, feet up, water flying, hidden rock, suddenly I was off balance, gave the bike lots of throttle right towards the rocky mountain, then I saw the sky.  That's the  sign time to let go.  Michael said he turned around just in time to see me and the bike flying towards the mountain side.  I landed, the bike landed, upside down of course.  I'm fine, the bike has a few bruises.  The seat came off, Michael put it back on.  The handle bars were bent, he fixed those too!  And at lunch, after a closer look he determined I bent the frame.  But it was a great ride.  Two more stream crossings and I kept my feet where they belonged, still fun.&lt;br /&gt;Back at camp we both got off our bikes to survey how much of the mountain we were wearing.  I told him I was having a shower before dinner. &lt;br /&gt;I miss you all.  Heading home tomorrow.  I need new shoes, they didn't survive the incident very well. Love you all, mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-6279335088488049268?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/6279335088488049268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=6279335088488049268' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/6279335088488049268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/6279335088488049268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-they-are-still-not-right.html' title='No they are still not right!!!!!'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-2463726114124800302</id><published>2010-09-23T20:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T20:26:40.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginner Ride</title><content type='html'>Todays ride took us to Thompson's Basin.  Up main roads, and some dirt roads, up to the top of a mountain.  Great ride.  No challenge but the views went on forever.  Since we were so early the guide asked if we wanted to extend our ride.  After lunch at a beautiful quaint camp ground, off we went.  Up and around mountain after mountain.  Not much rough stuff only rolling hills, farms, cows, turkeys, and some dust. &lt;br /&gt;Later this afternoon we participated in the parade.  There was a costume contest.  I did not need one.  Michael laughed most of the way at the people pointing at the woman on a three wheeler.  It really is not that hard to ride it.  After dinner a gentleman stopped me and introduced me to his wife and said this is the woman that can ride, really ride a three wheeler.  He was on the Manti ride with us.  He was very kind.  I told her you just point it the way you want to go and gas it. &lt;br /&gt;We had burgers at the park and then listened to a concert.  The woman  (Michele Crisp) sang most of my favorite country songs and had written a few of her own that were really good.  I acquired her web address and am going to get her CD.  She even introduced us to her family, mom, dad, mom in law, father in law, both daughters and her husband.  I thought for sure the man introducing her was her husband,  he was very complimentary.  Maybe he's just good at his job.&lt;br /&gt;A trip to walmart and back to listen to an interesting poem about a man buying a bra for his wife.  It was hilarius.&lt;br /&gt;Great day, be home soon, love you, mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-2463726114124800302?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/2463726114124800302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=2463726114124800302' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/2463726114124800302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/2463726114124800302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2010/09/beginner-ride.html' title='Beginner Ride'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-187838814883745126</id><published>2010-09-22T19:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T19:22:09.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, went 61 miles.  It was not as dusty but a lot more rocky and challenging.  I made it up all but one really rocky ridge.  I stalled it and Michael came and got it.  I knew he could get it up to the top and everyone was standing around watching.  I would have just flipped it over it was so steep.  He even stalled it and they had to lift it over one 12 inch lip.  I didn't feel quite so bad after that.  We rode hard through trees and valleys, next to lakes and through creeks.  I'm one man's new hero.  It really isn't as hard as they think to ride on three wheels.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I rode to the top of a mountain with antennas and watched roads and other riders.  I read my book and talked on the radio.  Three people rode to the top and we visited.  They were not with the Geo caching group but knew how to look and had a GPS.  I gave them some coordinates  and they found the cache, then I gave them a few more.  Before I sent them on their way the man asked if I wanted his gun, since I was up on the mountain by myself.  I wasn't scared or worried, I had 2 radios, cell phone, food, drinks, sunscreen ( I forgot to use, now I'm burned) and protection from the rain.   Mike and John came to get me when the rain and thunder started.  We went back to the dinner point and I got to SPLASH!!! through the Sevier River.  It was great.  I was soaked.  Dinner was great, they cooked it and now I'm doing some laundry. &lt;br /&gt;Love and miss you all, be home soon, mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-187838814883745126?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/187838814883745126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=187838814883745126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/187838814883745126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/187838814883745126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2010/09/yesterday-went-61-miles.html' title=''/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-2625775489197204105</id><published>2010-09-20T19:25:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T19:38:18.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dust and more dust</title><content type='html'>Today we had our first ride.  Rockwood was the name of the ride.  It's been awhile since I've ridden my bike.  Only a few short rides over the 4th of July weekend.  We left Richfield and started up the hills.  It was great.  The roads were not too ruff or steep.  The pace was a little slow but the views were great.  The leaves are changing and the trees are golden and firey red. The fire is not too far off and we could see the smoke billowing up in collums.  Several times we stopped for breaks, and then for lunch.   The only draw back was the dust.  It was every where.  In one spot it was about 8 inches thick on an upward climb.  Slippery enough that some of the four wheel drives had to kick it down to low.  The gentleman in front of me stalled his machine and then I came to an abrubt stop and stalled mine.  Michael had to restart it but sitting on the gas tank I managed to climb to the top without flipping it over.  We arrived back at the cabin 53 miles later, tired and dirty.  I had to have a shower right away.  I had more dirt on me than I do after 3 days in Glamis.  We had dinner at the park, met some new friends and chatted with some old.  Great day.  I hope everything is going well at home.  Miss you, mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Please add Cindy to your prayers her home is in Herriman, Utah where there is a big fire and they are evacuating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-2625775489197204105?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/2625775489197204105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=2625775489197204105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/2625775489197204105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/2625775489197204105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2010/09/dust-and-more-dust.html' title='dust and more dust'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-3830021095873159575</id><published>2010-09-16T21:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T21:23:03.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Major Meltdown or Harmones</title><content type='html'>There are no pictures to go with this post, thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;Dawn and Rachael got a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Monday, started out as one of those really bad days that you never want to have.&lt;br /&gt;I am somewhat harmonal once in awhile but more frequently of late.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes popped open, my head was screaming, and I was really, really angry.  All signs that I was not myself.  I am aware of it, believe me.  No one had even talked to me yet. On these kinds of days I try to stay away from everyone.&lt;br /&gt;As I related my day to them from my point of view they laughed and laughed.  Dawn said I should watch episode 99 of I love Raymond.&lt;br /&gt;I have not watched it yet, but I am really grateful that my husband just listened and listened.  Sadly everyone in my house got landed.  I had tried really hard all day to remain calm through a variety of challenges, and finally at 5 pm sent my children home away from me while I turned off my phone and spent 2 hours at Costco walking some of my energy off.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't work. I went home and after that vomit just came out of me.&lt;br /&gt;Some days a good sedative would be helpful.  Just enough to sleep 24 hours.  Maybe then I could live with myself the day after.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my husband took me on a date.  I said I was sorry again and he said already forgotten.  I do love him even though he is not perfect and for some reason I feel the need to remind him on those bad days.  I am less perfect and still learning.  I really am looking for a good sedative.  Last time I let someone mess with my harmones,  it turned into a worse nightmare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-3830021095873159575?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/3830021095873159575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=3830021095873159575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/3830021095873159575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/3830021095873159575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2010/09/major-meltdown-or-harmones.html' title='Major Meltdown or Harmones'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-6712016865158940049</id><published>2010-09-13T22:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T22:39:26.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Birthday Greetings" March 29, 1989</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dear Paul,&lt;br /&gt;Fifty-three years ago today, you arrived to brighten the Gillespie household and through all these years, you have continued to do so.&lt;br /&gt;While you were born in Pennsylvania, you never really lived there for we were at that time in the process of moving to Sebring, Ohio.&lt;br /&gt;Your display of initiative began on the first anniversary of your birth.  Among the greeting cards received, was one from Great Grandma Green which took your fancy.  Your fond appreciation of it was about to become its ruin, so we put it up on the piano... out of reach.  You looked at it from various angles, then went into the kitchen and got the yard stick and with it, knocked the card down to the floor.  We decided you had earned it.&lt;br /&gt;We felt sure you were going to be a Politician.  You "pulled every string" within reach.  The telephone had been placed on a high book case, with the cord secured behind it... that's what we thought.  Evidently a wee bit was showing and you wiggled it out, pulling the phone down from its height and striking you on the head.  Result... you had a bump on your head and we had to get a new phone.&lt;br /&gt;Living in the manse had its draw backs-there were no other children in the block.  There was however, a little girl about your age living with her grandmother, across the street in the next block.  Her name was Shirley.  She was not allowed to cross the street, nor were you, so you would each go to the corner of the street and talk.  You were about three or four years old then.&lt;br /&gt;Shirley's grandmother came to ask if Paul could come over and play with Shirley.  She said, "Paul is such a nice boy and would not break Shirley's toys as the boys farther down their street did."  So you were allowed to visit Shirley on occasion.&lt;br /&gt;One day as we were getting ready to leave for vacation, I heard you say, "I can't come out to play today, Shirley, I have to go on my vacation.&lt;br /&gt;About this time, you were learning to read and you wanted to take in everything in sight.  Along the Highways were all sorts of signs and when a particulary attactive one came in view, you would say"slow up Daddy, so I can read the sign."&lt;br /&gt;You loved going through covered bridges and wanted Daddy to blow the horn, which he did if there were no other traffic.  It made a loud, echoing sound.&lt;br /&gt;We left Sebring when you were four and a half years old and moved to Georgetown near the Kentucky border.  You started to school in Georgetown.  We liked living there and would sometimes cross the Ohio River to explore places in Kentucky.  However, traveling was somewhat limited for our country was at war with Germany and gasoline, among other things, was rationed.&lt;br /&gt;One vacation we camped at Roosevelt Lake near Portsmouth.  It was a small park, well maintained.  The ranger took you with him on his rounds one day.  He pointed out the different trees telling you how to identify them, by their leaves, bark, ect...  Each species had a plaque attached,  containing this information.  After you had made the tour, the ranger said,  "Now Paul if you came here in the winter time when the leaves are gone, how could you identify the trees?"  (Thinking you would say, "by the bark") but you said, "I'd read the signs."  He thought that was a wise answer for a young lad.&lt;br /&gt;As the war progressed and so many young men were drafted into the service, Dad felt he should not take exemption, so he enlisted in the chapliney of the Air Corps as it was at that time part of the Army.&lt;br /&gt;Much to our delight he was stationed in California, first in Sacramento, then in Santa Ana.  In both places you found playmates and you also did well in school.&lt;br /&gt;After the war, we located in Los Angels for the next few years, until it became necessary for us to return east to take care of Grandpa Gillepie in Glen Spey, New York.  We decided to stay east, and after Grandpa's death, we settled in Hampton, New Jersey.&lt;br /&gt;While Hampton and the church were in Hunterdon County, the Manse was across the Musconetong River in Warren County and you had to travel by bus to both elementery and high school- the later was in Washington.&lt;br /&gt;One day we had an errand in Washington about the time you were getting out of school, so we picked you up.  Dad had to stop briefly in the Doctor's office and you and I waited in the car.  Three girls were walking along the other side of the street and you called my attention to the one in the middle saying, " I think she is a very nice girl"  Indeed she was, and still is, and grows more charming every day- her name is Carol.&lt;br /&gt;During your high school days you maintained a rural paper route, hence mile after mile, through sun, rain or snow, you cycled or walked to deliver the daily news to farmer and others along your route.  Sometimes you were not hungry for the evening meal and I wondered why, then I learned that among your customers, were a couple of Hot Dog stands and you became their customer.&lt;br /&gt;Also in high school you became interested in Electronics to such an extent it was not safe to go into your room for fear of tripping over wires. Indeed just to open the door, turned on lights and started the radio playing and goodness knows what else.&lt;br /&gt;We remained in Hampton until you finished high school.  We decided to change our location and you decided to join the Air Force.  You were finally sent to Arizona and we moved to Tarrytown, New Jersey.&lt;br /&gt;You learned to like the desert and in due season persuaded Carol it would be a nice place to live.&lt;br /&gt;During the ensuing years, working together, you have steadily progressed.  Gradually you have acquired a delightful family and a comfortable home, and when you wish to escape the deserts 100 degrees plus,  there's the cabin high up in the mountains near the San Francisco Peaks, where the air is clear and the view uninhibited.  Even in winter it is equipped for comfortable living.&lt;br /&gt;All through the years you have continued to advance and both are engaged in various church activities.&lt;br /&gt;For the part six years you have graciously shared your home with me, I could not have found better care anywhere than I have with you and Carol and members of the family.  Not only are my wants supplied, but my wishes are anticipated.  I lack words to express my sincere appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;May the coming years bring you blessings rich and rewarding and may God bless you with good health to enjoy them.&lt;br /&gt;A Very Happy Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;With love, mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-6712016865158940049?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/6712016865158940049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=6712016865158940049' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/6712016865158940049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/6712016865158940049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2010/09/birthday-greetings-march-29-1989.html' title='&quot;Birthday Greetings&quot; March 29, 1989'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-7404262079173055842</id><published>2010-09-07T06:55:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T19:06:22.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>32 years and counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TIZFAsuC6aI/AAAAAAAAA4s/3gXr1dUj7f4/s1600/IMG_4131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TIZFAsuC6aI/AAAAAAAAA4s/3gXr1dUj7f4/s400/IMG_4131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514170672068356514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We celebrated a little early this year and Sunday afternoon took off on a short road trip.&lt;br /&gt;For our late afternoon adventure we drove to Flagstaff up through Payson.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to drive the new car up the road past Strawberry.&lt;br /&gt;Spent the night in Flagstaff.&lt;br /&gt;Up late for breakfast at the Crown King Railroad Cafe', of course.&lt;br /&gt;Hiked Walnut Canyon, it wasn't too bad.  They anticipate where you are going to run out of air and have benches with a view, to stop and rest.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around down town Flagstaff, went to the art fair, took a nap on the grass by the train station, all before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;We came back by way of Sedona.&lt;br /&gt;Mike wanted to drive the new car down the canyon.&lt;br /&gt;Stopped at the famous Cross Church in the red rocks.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure it's called something else, but it was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Then off to home.&lt;br /&gt;Between Camp Verde and just south of Black Canyon City, 30mph was our top speed.  It took almost 2 hours to go 30 miles.&lt;br /&gt;Quiet time to relax, visit and watch the crazies who were in a hurry to get home.&lt;br /&gt;Ben had hambergers waiting when we arrived home and we all sat and watched some TV and just vegged.&lt;br /&gt;It's good to have these times together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-7404262079173055842?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/7404262079173055842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=7404262079173055842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/7404262079173055842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/7404262079173055842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='32 years and counting'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TIZFAsuC6aI/AAAAAAAAA4s/3gXr1dUj7f4/s72-c/IMG_4131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-4791051401955176617</id><published>2010-09-04T16:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T16:45:05.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diesel Update</title><content type='html'>Ok so there has been this big truck sitting in my driveway begging for attention, Today a pair of batteries and a starter solenoid were purchased and installed, along with some splices for the transmission lines, that had to be cut so they could be installed. The solenoid was replaced and the starter installed and the two batteries, pulled the headlight switch on and the lights worked, yeah! Then to push my luck I turned on the key and the dash lights came on, next I turned the key to start........the starter works, and the engine turns over, Woo hoo!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Next on the list finish the fuel lines and belts, a few holes in the door jambs for electrical and weld in some pieces to the floor and bolt down the seats. it just might run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-4791051401955176617?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/4791051401955176617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=4791051401955176617' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/4791051401955176617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/4791051401955176617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2010/09/diesel-update.html' title='Diesel Update'/><author><name>Mikieg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11195189476757888920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mTwdCN8z4ac/TVNj8jN4LkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/OOf91oRJsXs/s220/102_0609.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-8180071262489295637</id><published>2010-08-24T08:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T08:15:44.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With grateful a grateful heart, thank you!!!</title><content type='html'>For this post their are no pictures.  It has been a week that has been full of blessings and angels.  There was a story told last week of a statue of Jesus Christ with no hands, with it the thought was shared that we are his hands.&lt;br /&gt;Many of you know that we have been trying to revive a red geo without any luck. A week ago last Thursday Ben and I pushed it across two busy intersections during 5 pm traffic, had a policeman ask Ben if we stole the car we had just pushed into the gas station, and wasted 30 dollars in gas on a 8 mile trip home.  That evening they fixed the issue and I continued to drive it. &lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, I drove to Rachael's to iron, and it started making an interesting noise.  As I was ironing I was wondering if I should take it to pick up Kristopher and then into Mesa to get my three youngest.  Soon the phone rang, it was Kathy.  "Mom, come get my car.  I'm at work till 6 and you can drive around with cold air conditioning."  Thank you , thank you, the day became less stressful.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, I got home around 2, the yard was a mess, not because my boys won't help me but because everyone had been working on this red geo.  I started picking up and putting away things, pondering whether I should  get the mower out and do the grass.  Then the neighbor came down and said Michael had done something for him on Saturday, would I let him mow the grass and do a little weed eating.  Yes, and between the two of us it was quite tidy in less than 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;All week long we had been looking at Bonnivelle's on Craig's List.  None of them were great but they seemed sound.  So we called, and called and no one would call us back and take our money.  Then Saturday, I came back from the Mesa Cannery, and Mike said come look at what I found.  It was another Bonnivelle but what was this, It Was Pretty!!!  Surprise the guy was home, he answered the phone and after attending Gunner's piano recital we bought a sparkly blue car.&lt;br /&gt;I feel greatly blessed, for children who are kind and thoughtful, neighbors who lend a hand even when I can handle it myself, and for people who don't answer their phones, so I can have pretty not just servicable.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Thank you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-8180071262489295637?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/8180071262489295637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=8180071262489295637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/8180071262489295637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/8180071262489295637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2010/08/with-grateful-grateful-heart-thank-you.html' title='With grateful a grateful heart, thank you!!!'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-5758475116969352079</id><published>2010-08-24T07:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T08:00:34.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/THPeROoRt_I/AAAAAAAAA4c/UL0WxwQGsp0/s1600/IMG_4106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/THPeROoRt_I/AAAAAAAAA4c/UL0WxwQGsp0/s400/IMG_4106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508991156770420722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school.  You know you have to have a picture.  Don't they look excited?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-5758475116969352079?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/5758475116969352079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=5758475116969352079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/5758475116969352079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/5758475116969352079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School!'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/THPeROoRt_I/AAAAAAAAA4c/UL0WxwQGsp0/s72-c/IMG_4106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-5435484787539689309</id><published>2010-08-24T07:31:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T07:54:10.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last of the earring tradition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/THPb--9f7EI/AAAAAAAAA4U/ubgke_QglT4/s1600/104_0454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/THPb--9f7EI/AAAAAAAAA4U/ubgke_QglT4/s400/104_0454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508988644303563842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/THPb0mlQ7UI/AAAAAAAAA4M/d3bSXrW2UBQ/s1600/104_0453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/THPb0mlQ7UI/AAAAAAAAA4M/d3bSXrW2UBQ/s320/104_0453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508988465960774978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/THPbqorZAHI/AAAAAAAAA4E/RBdQyafNbRw/s1600/104_0438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/THPbqorZAHI/AAAAAAAAA4E/RBdQyafNbRw/s320/104_0438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508988294724649074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tradition at our house is&lt;br /&gt;when you turn 12&lt;br /&gt;you receive your first&lt;br /&gt;set of nice scriptures,&lt;br /&gt;and if you're female&lt;br /&gt;you can get your ears&lt;br /&gt;pierced.&lt;br /&gt;August 10th Julia and I went down and had our ears done.&lt;br /&gt;For me it's an experiment to see if I can wear them now.  I seem to be tolerating jewelery better these last couple of years.  It was fun, even though she made me go first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-5435484787539689309?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/5435484787539689309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=5435484787539689309' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/5435484787539689309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/5435484787539689309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2010/08/last-of-earring-tradition.html' title='Last of the earring tradition'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/THPb--9f7EI/AAAAAAAAA4U/ubgke_QglT4/s72-c/104_0454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-5764850188267790796</id><published>2010-07-21T06:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T06:55:40.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><content type='html'>Of all the Birthdays listed on facebook there is one missing, Happy Birthday Mom&lt;br /&gt;Miss You!&lt;br /&gt;mikie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-5764850188267790796?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/5764850188267790796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=5764850188267790796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/5764850188267790796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/5764850188267790796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2010/07/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>mikieg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16121433426717605225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-8741351645123483781</id><published>2010-07-05T07:46:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T08:43:48.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July Family Campout</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDH2LtBbx5I/AAAAAAAAA3k/t5jWOb546vI/s1600/IMG_3982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDH2LtBbx5I/AAAAAAAAA3k/t5jWOb546vI/s320/IMG_3982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490440101665949586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camping, I love it.  Especially with a real bed and bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;This is only a third of camp.&lt;br /&gt;Not seen, Rachael's and Dawn's trailers,&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Millward's tent, and the girls tent.&lt;br /&gt;The boy's tents are the one's next to the trailer.&lt;br /&gt;The real bed is just for Mike and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDH2K5DjRaI/AAAAAAAAA3c/Iw2CbycHOp0/s1600/devin+helmet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDH2K5DjRaI/AAAAAAAAA3c/Iw2CbycHOp0/s320/devin+helmet.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490440087716185506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone tossed a rock at Devin when he had the helmet on earlier in the day.&lt;br /&gt;We found him trying it out later by throwing rocks at himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDH2KZhO7qI/AAAAAAAAA3U/BIIIsEGFZr0/s1600/IMG_4004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDH2KZhO7qI/AAAAAAAAA3U/BIIIsEGFZr0/s320/IMG_4004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490440079250747042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cristal's mobile salon and hair cut and nail service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDH2Jub2TFI/AAAAAAAAA3M/ta5DjlZYYbU/s1600/IMG_3988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDH2Jub2TFI/AAAAAAAAA3M/ta5DjlZYYbU/s320/IMG_3988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490440067685436498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the little girls had the same braid from Cristal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDH03biz2rI/AAAAAAAAA3E/0hOM3QDNZPw/s1600/IMG_4007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDH03biz2rI/AAAAAAAAA3E/0hOM3QDNZPw/s320/IMG_4007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490438653865089714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emilee Elexa, and Sienna all wrapped up in the hammock.&lt;br /&gt;Rigdon was helping them to swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDH02sfhdrI/AAAAAAAAA28/mrN-oUb0SpU/s1600/IMG_3971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDH02sfhdrI/AAAAAAAAA28/mrN-oUb0SpU/s320/IMG_3971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490438641234835122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't be the 4th of July without red, white and blue finger nails.&lt;br /&gt;The boys were not really all that interested in participating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDH02DQWu7I/AAAAAAAAA20/ynbi2n7g7ck/s1600/IMG_3985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDH02DQWu7I/AAAAAAAAA20/ynbi2n7g7ck/s320/IMG_3985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490438630165363634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dawn getting everybody strapped in for a ride in the Ranger.&lt;br /&gt;Rigdon has his own place, front and center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDH01YJeXwI/AAAAAAAAA2s/EEArYG5lNxk/s1600/IMG_3974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDH01YJeXwI/AAAAAAAAA2s/EEArYG5lNxk/s320/IMG_3974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490438618593779458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kylie waiting her turn on one of the quads, good thing they don't use a lot of gas, they ran all weekend long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDHzcKzGOKI/AAAAAAAAA2k/mT_pUoEdv8M/s1600/IMG_1836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDHzcKzGOKI/AAAAAAAAA2k/mT_pUoEdv8M/s320/IMG_1836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490437086001903778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gracie and Summer checking out the controls on the Yerf Dog.&lt;br /&gt;There were wooden blocks on the pedals so their legs would reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDHzbqILTrI/AAAAAAAAA2c/PAQpkg0HBcE/s1600/IMG_3971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDHzbqILTrI/AAAAAAAAA2c/PAQpkg0HBcE/s320/IMG_3971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490437077231947442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rachael and Cristal did all the girls nails.&lt;br /&gt;One of the many mobile services she preformed while she was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDHzbHS4AVI/AAAAAAAAA2U/ds3amLfPOxY/s1600/IMG_3966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDHzbHS4AVI/AAAAAAAAA2U/ds3amLfPOxY/s320/IMG_3966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490437067881578834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Volleyball is easy when the net isn't 8 feet high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDHzaXfuwII/AAAAAAAAA2M/WxH595RZvWE/s1600/IMG_3990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDHzaXfuwII/AAAAAAAAA2M/WxH595RZvWE/s320/IMG_3990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490437055050596482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thursday night game time.&lt;br /&gt;How much do you know about each other?&lt;br /&gt;Playing Apples to Apples helps you find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDHxmznOf_I/AAAAAAAAA2E/aj4Q2KSpPlc/s1600/IMG_3978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDHxmznOf_I/AAAAAAAAA2E/aj4Q2KSpPlc/s320/IMG_3978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490435069733404658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While the girls played volleyball the boys played another game.&lt;br /&gt;you toss the colored balls at the colored bars and have them wrap around them.&lt;br /&gt;Kayla just couldn't resist and wanted to play too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDHxmQyPCnI/AAAAAAAAA18/K2qHgDD8aXo/s1600/IMG_3994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDHxmQyPCnI/AAAAAAAAA18/K2qHgDD8aXo/s320/IMG_3994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490435060384336498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a question as to what kind of animal got into the trash.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like Coco and Kayla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDHxmJy1aNI/AAAAAAAAA10/d6JJn3Tcxq0/s1600/IMG_1926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDHxmJy1aNI/AAAAAAAAA10/d6JJn3Tcxq0/s320/IMG_1926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490435058507802834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andy showing Ben and Paul the finer points of fishing at Woods Canyon Lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDHxlWJhLUI/AAAAAAAAA1s/M449u5uOk-w/s1600/IMG_1872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDHxlWJhLUI/AAAAAAAAA1s/M449u5uOk-w/s320/IMG_1872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490435044644302146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If there is sun there are girls looking pretty.&lt;br /&gt;Not as nice as the beach in Hawaii, but a smooth rock will do the trick.&lt;br /&gt;It was a great weekend.&lt;br /&gt;The trailer is covered in dust so my next few days will be to wipe down all the fun we had out of it.&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for pictures.&lt;br /&gt;I just love my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-8741351645123483781?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/8741351645123483781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=8741351645123483781' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/8741351645123483781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/8741351645123483781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2010/07/4th-of-july-family-campout.html' title='4th of July Family Campout'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDH2LtBbx5I/AAAAAAAAA3k/t5jWOb546vI/s72-c/IMG_3982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-3202899201944706492</id><published>2010-07-04T21:15:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T21:30:32.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mikie!!!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDFdXxokEhI/AAAAAAAAA1k/CkF5tssK864/s1600/IMG_3940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDFdXxokEhI/AAAAAAAAA1k/CkF5tssK864/s320/IMG_3940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490272083783193106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well his 50th B-day came and went.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you may think&lt;br /&gt;most days he's still twelve.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't Black 50, it was&lt;br /&gt;Hawaii five-oh.&lt;br /&gt;So that  set the theme.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know Hawaii is one of his favorite&lt;br /&gt;places on this planet.&lt;br /&gt;Because of his true age Katherine and I decided that he should have all 50 candles.&lt;br /&gt;It took four fire bugs to light them all.&lt;br /&gt;(Yes there is a fire extinguisher under the kitchen sink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDFdXcbOEwI/AAAAAAAAA1c/CBPI9f-CwaM/s1600/IMG_3947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDFdXcbOEwI/AAAAAAAAA1c/CBPI9f-CwaM/s320/IMG_3947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490272078090081026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did get them all out in one breath.&lt;br /&gt;I hope all his wishes and dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;We invited a few guests, not quite 50.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure we could have gotten anyone else in the room.&lt;br /&gt;We had a short quiz about incidents in his life.&lt;br /&gt;We had a few laughs and visited and ate cake.&lt;br /&gt;Three cakes, mostly by Dawn, all delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDFdWyOvxUI/AAAAAAAAA1U/00udA7ILSPk/s1600/IMG_3950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDFdWyOvxUI/AAAAAAAAA1U/00udA7ILSPk/s320/IMG_3950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490272066763474242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the best!&lt;br /&gt;Love you, who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-3202899201944706492?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/3202899201944706492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=3202899201944706492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/3202899201944706492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/3202899201944706492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-birthday-mikie.html' title='Happy Birthday Mikie!!!...'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDFdXxokEhI/AAAAAAAAA1k/CkF5tssK864/s72-c/IMG_3940.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-3239925313800107693</id><published>2010-07-04T20:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T21:10:34.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knots :  fun or insanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDFZR5MOxVI/AAAAAAAAA1M/UB4iL1jhwjo/s1600/We+are+at+Knotts%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDFZR5MOxVI/AAAAAAAAA1M/UB4iL1jhwjo/s320/We+are+at+Knotts%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490267584686114130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emilee's 17th Birthday was June 18th.&lt;br /&gt;She picked the theme park and Michael planned the trip.&lt;br /&gt;At first he was going to get a motel, but then we decided it was cheaper to buy me a ticket and let me do the night driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDFZRnKRt8I/AAAAAAAAA1E/SGtxBMPlhn0/s1600/mike+and+train.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDFZRnKRt8I/AAAAAAAAA1E/SGtxBMPlhn0/s320/mike+and+train.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490267579846080450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see what effect this trip had on him.  Killed him dead.&lt;br /&gt;Not really, he's still only twelve and he kept right up with Emilee.&lt;br /&gt;They rode all but one roller coaster. &lt;br /&gt;I did let them talk me into a few of the calmer rides.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to enjoy their fun and take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDFZQ1y3iNI/AAAAAAAAA08/NV_lLd7HxhA/s1600/excellerator1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDFZQ1y3iNI/AAAAAAAAA08/NV_lLd7HxhA/s320/excellerator1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490267566594558162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The xcellerator was the one they rode the most, four times.&lt;br /&gt;Three of those in a row.  I don't know how they didn't pass out.&lt;br /&gt;They did look like they were having loads of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDFZQZUHUeI/AAAAAAAAA00/rDzlOy6ay7Q/s1600/train.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDFZQZUHUeI/AAAAAAAAA00/rDzlOy6ay7Q/s320/train.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490267558949376482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDFZPiUTeWI/AAAAAAAAA0s/ChRXLHHOPb0/s1600/IMG_3904zoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDFZPiUTeWI/AAAAAAAAA0s/ChRXLHHOPb0/s320/IMG_3904zoom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490267544186222946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The supreme scream was the ride of choice to close the day. &lt;br /&gt;They tried to talk me into it but I still have vivid memories of the tower of terror.&lt;br /&gt;This one seemed quite a bit taller and no building to block the view.&lt;br /&gt;This one they rode twice.&lt;br /&gt;I finally did get to drive 8-12, then Emilee had finished her nap and drove us the rest of the way home.&lt;br /&gt;Home by 1:30&lt;br /&gt;Church at 6:00 for Mike&lt;br /&gt;10:00 for the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AWESOME TRIP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad I got to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-3239925313800107693?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/3239925313800107693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=3239925313800107693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/3239925313800107693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/3239925313800107693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2010/07/knots-fun-or-insanity.html' title='Knots :  fun or insanity'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDFZR5MOxVI/AAAAAAAAA1M/UB4iL1jhwjo/s72-c/We+are+at+Knotts%21.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-2022770588074535557</id><published>2010-07-04T20:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T20:32:55.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knots :  fun or insanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDFP9UDFnFI/AAAAAAAAA0E/9mrPFTx91_M/s1600/IMG_3904zoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDFP9UDFnFI/AAAAAAAAA0E/9mrPFTx91_M/s320/IMG_3904zoom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490257335513619538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the last ride of the day. &lt;br /&gt;Mike and Emilee tried to talk me into going.&lt;br /&gt;No way!&lt;br /&gt;It looks much higher than the tower of terror at California Adventure and I remember how I felt about that one.&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a great trip.&lt;br /&gt;They finally let me drive about 8-12,&lt;br /&gt;then Emilee woke up and drove us the rest of the way home.&lt;br /&gt;Bed by 1:30&lt;br /&gt;Church at 10:00&lt;br /&gt;Not bad. &lt;br /&gt;Fun, Fun, Fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-2022770588074535557?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/2022770588074535557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=2022770588074535557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/2022770588074535557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/2022770588074535557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='Knots :  fun or insanity'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TDFP9UDFnFI/AAAAAAAAA0E/9mrPFTx91_M/s72-c/IMG_3904zoom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-9090998222989097517</id><published>2010-06-30T22:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T23:00:58.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50</title><content type='html'>Thanks for the picture Dawn, I was looking for pictures of Dad at 50 and found this one with him at the cabin, and then you posted this one of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know, are there any similarities? I am facing right and Dad is facing left but we are both sitting, that must be it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TCwtBn_dfCI/AAAAAAAAAz0/x3zvVcAXr6g/s1600/IMG_5747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488811551796067362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TCwtBn_dfCI/AAAAAAAAAz0/x3zvVcAXr6g/s320/IMG_5747.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TCwtKGUUe9I/AAAAAAAAAz8/PB0EHQIPURE/s1600/dad+cabin+85-86+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 325px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488811697375574994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TCwtKGUUe9I/AAAAAAAAAz8/PB0EHQIPURE/s320/dad+cabin+85-86+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TCwtKGUUe9I/AAAAAAAAAz8/PB0EHQIPURE/s1600/dad+cabin+85-86+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TCwtKGUUe9I/AAAAAAAAAz8/PB0EHQIPURE/s1600/dad+cabin+85-86+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TCwtKGUUe9I/AAAAAAAAAz8/PB0EHQIPURE/s1600/dad+cabin+85-86+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TCwtKGUUe9I/AAAAAAAAAz8/PB0EHQIPURE/s1600/dad+cabin+85-86+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TCwtKGUUe9I/AAAAAAAAAz8/PB0EHQIPURE/s1600/dad+cabin+85-86+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-9090998222989097517?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/9090998222989097517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=9090998222989097517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/9090998222989097517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/9090998222989097517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2010/06/50.html' title='50'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TCwtBn_dfCI/AAAAAAAAAz0/x3zvVcAXr6g/s72-c/IMG_5747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-638678565696786081</id><published>2010-06-10T21:04:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T21:33:45.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Squeeze the Grape</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TBG7jXIYIGI/AAAAAAAAAzk/67OSV65YQho/s1600/101_3722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481368437665570914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TBG7jXIYIGI/AAAAAAAAAzk/67OSV65YQho/s320/101_3722.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The "Grape"  just after we got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;About a year ago we purchased a Purple Suzuki Sidekick than got the nick name "The Grape". This car has been a lot of fun and will go almost anywhere, Mount Graham, Black Canyon Lake, Box Canyon, etc. It has been a blast to drive, on Tuesday June 8 Ginger was heading to Tempe on the freeway, traffic had slowed to a stop and Ginger was down to about 10 mph when she was hit from behind by an avalanche, (the truck not the mountain of snow) she was thrown forward into an Alero and tore the bumper cover off of it and ended up sitting sideways on the #3 lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Chevy had the front end pushed in and bent the frame slightly, the Suzuki....... well it was short to begin with now it is about 8 inches shorter, the driver seat is busted the rear floor bent and both rear fenders are shoved forward, and the passenger door shoved into the front fender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ginger is sore, and has a welt from the seat belt. The estimate for the Avalanche is about $10,000, still waiting to see what the insurance co. says on the Sidekick, I am sure that it will be totaled, the drive shaft is in such an angle that it wont even turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481365266142029810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TBG4qwSPZ_I/AAAAAAAAAzE/maYiPG3Ywn4/s320/IMG_3608.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Squashed up in the back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481365791637010674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TBG5JV6AePI/AAAAAAAAAzM/FvgPJ4ePC84/s320/IMG_3614.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ouch!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481367533798450050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TBG6uv9qY4I/AAAAAAAAAzU/egbmOdIfTyw/s320/IMG_3619.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Good side.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481367539365229026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TBG6vEs4seI/AAAAAAAAAzc/NKUY3Zo8qXA/s320/IMG_3621.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Bad Side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-638678565696786081?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/638678565696786081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=638678565696786081' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/638678565696786081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/638678565696786081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2010/06/squeeze-grape.html' title='Squeeze the Grape'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/TBG7jXIYIGI/AAAAAAAAAzk/67OSV65YQho/s72-c/101_3722.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-8453254259493674779</id><published>2010-05-15T11:38:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T14:53:40.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gila Valley and Prom</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday we went to the Gila Valley Temple open house, it was  absolutely beautiful. There were paintings depicting the life of Christ  and most were done just for this temple, The woman at the well, Mary at  the tomb, stuff like that. There was the Chandeliers   throughout the temple were very beautiful and the building itself was exceptional. It was an amazing experience and we can't wait  for the walk through for the temple being built in Gilbert.  If you have the chance when the open house for that is go.  No one will try to dunk you in the font. Promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S-7t2Mqp6qI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a5Xf8XRv7IQ/s1600/145_3162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S-7t2Mqp6qI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a5Xf8XRv7IQ/s320/145_3162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471572112670583458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S-7t1vw5YWI/AAAAAAAAAyc/2ZDeNIJKqwU/s1600/IMG_3004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S-7t1vw5YWI/AAAAAAAAAyc/2ZDeNIJKqwU/s320/IMG_3004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471572104912134498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S-7t2Sl_aYI/AAAAAAAAAys/lIvNYhaExac/s1600/145_3239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S-7t2Sl_aYI/AAAAAAAAAys/lIvNYhaExac/s320/145_3239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471572114261633410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the dress. Left over curtain fabric for the bottom, less than 10 dollars and some labor. Not bad, and it doesn't hurt to have a spectacular daughter modeling it.  She and Paul came home last night and said they had a great time.  Food, friends, and dancing, what more could you ask for in a perfect evening?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-8453254259493674779?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/8453254259493674779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=8453254259493674779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/8453254259493674779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/8453254259493674779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2010/05/gila-valley-and-prom.html' title='Gila Valley and Prom'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S-7t2Mqp6qI/AAAAAAAAAyk/a5Xf8XRv7IQ/s72-c/145_3162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-5008383679575031109</id><published>2010-05-07T07:29:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T07:41:17.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoiled Rotten!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S-QlFPmjv9I/AAAAAAAAAyU/K3VbMudmvfM/s1600/145_2945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S-QlFPmjv9I/AAAAAAAAAyU/K3VbMudmvfM/s320/145_2945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468536619552456658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Paul's favorite friend, Chelsey.  She goes to culinary school and cooks for some fancy restaurant in Scottsdale.  Friday she came to our house and made us dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S-Qk5krc8pI/AAAAAAAAAyM/2IJdFADeccw/s1600/145_2946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S-Qk5krc8pI/AAAAAAAAAyM/2IJdFADeccw/s320/145_2946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468536419051696786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul was in the kitchen, Julia was in the kitchen, Ben was in the kitchen and Chelsey was in charge of all of them.  This is what turned out and my it was very, very, very, .... ymmmmmy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S-QkpFRifPI/AAAAAAAAAyE/8SF419ffcAY/s1600/145_2957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S-QkpFRifPI/AAAAAAAAAyE/8SF419ffcAY/s320/145_2957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468536135743601906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to top it off, she had made a wonderfully light cheese cake for desert.  She is AWSOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;THANKS CHELSEY,  we are glad to have you around, and not just for your cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S-QkXL9RJTI/AAAAAAAAAx8/fWHRZo2SEnk/s1600/145_2943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S-QkXL9RJTI/AAAAAAAAAx8/fWHRZo2SEnk/s320/145_2943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468535828299982130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-5008383679575031109?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/5008383679575031109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=5008383679575031109' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/5008383679575031109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/5008383679575031109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2010/05/spoiled-rotten.html' title='Spoiled Rotten!'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S-QlFPmjv9I/AAAAAAAAAyU/K3VbMudmvfM/s72-c/145_2945.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-4801058017795976106</id><published>2010-04-25T07:40:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T07:52:20.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers everywhere!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S9RUug7PZVI/AAAAAAAAAx0/h3iGJ-ViBBU/s1600/145_2937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S9RUug7PZVI/AAAAAAAAAx0/h3iGJ-ViBBU/s320/145_2937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464085405996377426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I woke up quite sick to my stomach.  The problem with this was that I had a long list of things to do.  After lying in bed for two hours waiting ( sadly I was done sleeping) for the waves to subside, I finally asked Michael for some pepto.  It brought me to a point where I was up and about. &lt;br /&gt;Emilee took me for a ride and we picked up the few items we needed to hang my curtains that had been sitting in the family room for nearly a month.  I got started and then stripped a screw  and couldn't get it back out of the ceiling.  Michael to the rescue.  I was sitting on the bedroom floor thinking about other options to get around the problem when he just came in and muscled it right out.  Then he helped me with the rest of the project.  Here we are.  I was going to get a new comforter but why not just flip the old one over.  Then Dawn gave me this picture, it doesn't clash like the orange one did.  Wahla. Our $150 make over.  That was just fabric.  The curtains are wall to wall with black out.  I asked Michael if the flowers were too much.  He said "What flowers?"  I just love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-4801058017795976106?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/4801058017795976106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=4801058017795976106' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/4801058017795976106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/4801058017795976106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2010/04/flowers-everywhere.html' title='Flowers everywhere!'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S9RUug7PZVI/AAAAAAAAAx0/h3iGJ-ViBBU/s72-c/145_2937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-4191905621557911120</id><published>2010-04-05T07:26:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T08:05:18.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Race Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S7n8CV9U65I/AAAAAAAAAxs/n9wJ0Qf0jiA/s1600/145_2381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S7n8CV9U65I/AAAAAAAAAxs/n9wJ0Qf0jiA/s320/145_2381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456669540720372626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S7n3f8Y7n9I/AAAAAAAAAxk/AH2-bDC3WPo/s1600/145_2381.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Race time was delayed by 30 minutes, but then we were off.&lt;br /&gt;I love to drive and in Utah there are two sections of freeway where the speed limit is 80 mph. So fun, but we were still being passed.  The red car did reach the apartment first but only because the white care yielded because of lack of knowledge of the road course.  We arrived at 3:00 pm.  Then Michael and I took off for Salt Lake City and and the Priesthood session of conference.  Yes, I know, I'm not a priesthood holder but it was a great opportunity to take pictures of the temple and the surrounding area.  Do you know that about 30 minutes after the session starts most people have gone to dinner or are inside and it is great for taking pictures without people in them.  Here are a few samples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S7n3NsmG9dI/AAAAAAAAAxc/nS4k3l9qPv0/s1600/IMG_2568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S7n3NsmG9dI/AAAAAAAAAxc/nS4k3l9qPv0/s320/IMG_2568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456664238217426386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S7n2-FMv8GI/AAAAAAAAAxU/oTTUKFWsaTU/s1600/IMG_2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S7n2-FMv8GI/AAAAAAAAAxU/oTTUKFWsaTU/s320/IMG_2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456663969944039522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S7n2pMi2hFI/AAAAAAAAAxM/ajxjblKAnwE/s1600/IMG_2565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S7n2pMi2hFI/AAAAAAAAAxM/ajxjblKAnwE/s320/IMG_2565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456663611138540626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people Cristal nannies for were away for the weekend, so they said we could crash at their house.  In the morning we woke to find both race cars blanketed in light snow.  There also was some light snow flurries still falling from the sky.  We thought it was great.  The rest of the world seemed to still be sleeping.  We left for our return trip after saying our good byes to Cristal about 7:30 am.  The roads were clear and the snow fresh so the ride seemed to be through a white wonderland.  We stopped a few more times and took more pictures.  We're just desert rats you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S7n12CYtHeI/AAAAAAAAAw8/orEg5yBaNds/s1600/red+snow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S7n12CYtHeI/AAAAAAAAAw8/orEg5yBaNds/s320/red+snow.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456662732238298594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S7n1mKKtVuI/AAAAAAAAAw0/Rc_8P_sRjP0/s1600/IMG_2679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S7n1mKKtVuI/AAAAAAAAAw0/Rc_8P_sRjP0/s320/IMG_2679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456662459449169634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls with their smiles enjoying the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S7n1LUT6u2I/AAAAAAAAAws/d39I83V528Y/s1600/IMG_2720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S7n1LUT6u2I/AAAAAAAAAws/d39I83V528Y/s320/IMG_2720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456661998315682658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took Hwy 89 home and passed by my dream house.  I hadn't seen it in the snow before.  When I asked who wanted to move here with me, silence.  It is kind of remote and the house would have to be demolished and rebuilt totally.  Still it was beautiful and peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S7n0z-NVx5I/AAAAAAAAAwk/11k7bLxRBvQ/s1600/IMG_2724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S7n0z-NVx5I/AAAAAAAAAwk/11k7bLxRBvQ/s320/IMG_2724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456661597245523858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at Emilee's favorite temple.  Manti.  We took pictures here also.  The flowers had a light sprinkling of snow.  This temple reminds me of a castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S7nz-Vui9EI/AAAAAAAAAwc/II2H5znZbIM/s1600/IMG_2746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S7nz-Vui9EI/AAAAAAAAAwc/II2H5znZbIM/s320/IMG_2746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456660675845878850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S7nzo05n0nI/AAAAAAAAAwU/qyJVA0tkPRM/s1600/IMG_2737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S7nzo05n0nI/AAAAAAAAAwU/qyJVA0tkPRM/s320/IMG_2737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456660306256712306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home at 8:15.  Unpacked and had dinner by 9:00 and in bed at 10:00.&lt;br /&gt;Hardly seems like we were gone at all, except I don't feel quite rested and Michael and Julia are having problems getting their ears to clear.&lt;br /&gt;Take care Cristal.&lt;br /&gt;We love you.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-4191905621557911120?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/4191905621557911120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=4191905621557911120' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/4191905621557911120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/4191905621557911120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2010/04/race-update.html' title='Race Update'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S7n8CV9U65I/AAAAAAAAAxs/n9wJ0Qf0jiA/s72-c/145_2381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-3192051952361774956</id><published>2010-03-21T14:56:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T16:58:25.092-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Box Canyon Jeep Suzuki'/><title type='text'>Box Canyon Suzuki and Jeep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S6aZznebBXI/AAAAAAAAAwM/9mnx4VXOQws/s1600-h/145_1580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S6aZznebBXI/AAAAAAAAAwM/9mnx4VXOQws/s320/145_1580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451213511027524978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John and his Jeep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Saturday after running errands in the morning with Ginger, John and I had some free time and decided to make a run to box canyon near Florence. After several detours, because of the Renaissance Festival, we made it to Box Canyon where we met up with Dawn and Andrew who were out there camping. We loaded Dawn, Rigdon and Sienna into the Suzuki and Julia into the Jeep with John and headed to the canyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S6aZisuzBUI/AAAAAAAAAwE/lfJuVWNs7Og/s1600-h/145_1581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S6aZisuzBUI/AAAAAAAAAwE/lfJuVWNs7Og/s320/145_1581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451213220380607810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mike and the Sidekick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There was plenty of water running down the creek which kept the dust down, we even passed someone trying to pan for gold. Several Jeeps and quads were in the canyon so you had to be careful of oncoming traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S6aZVlpMysI/AAAAAAAAAv8/F7Uu7k8Paic/s1600-h/Jeep.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S6aZVlpMysI/AAAAAAAAAv8/F7Uu7k8Paic/s320/Jeep.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451212995139783362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went up as far at the Sidekick would allow, the rocks got to big for the ground clearance so we had to turn around, not an easy task when the canyon is 12 to 15 ft wide and the cars are 8 ft long. We came over these rocks going in and now we have to go ever them going out. Only a few minor scrapes going over them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S6aZLzrVa6I/AAAAAAAAAv0/o4C9aJ4WFSY/s1600-h/will+it+fit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S6aZLzrVa6I/AAAAAAAAAv0/o4C9aJ4WFSY/s320/will+it+fit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451212827108141986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Same rocks just looking back from the Jeep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S6aY7beF_GI/AAAAAAAAAvs/dHncrkTs5ro/s1600-h/rocks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S6aY7beF_GI/AAAAAAAAAvs/dHncrkTs5ro/s320/rocks.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451212545732246626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you sure that we came this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S6aYZEwM65I/AAAAAAAAAvk/zKPxCqSelBA/s1600-h/Tight.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S6aYZEwM65I/AAAAAAAAAvk/zKPxCqSelBA/s320/Tight.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451211955518630802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S6aYHfqn69I/AAAAAAAAAvc/cYN9XXb0lqE/s1600-h/Articulation.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S6aYHfqn69I/AAAAAAAAAvc/cYN9XXb0lqE/s320/Articulation.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451211653505346514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not the greatest on articulation, but out it came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S6aX4m1PXoI/AAAAAAAAAvU/mizTwE_XP4Y/s1600-h/Happy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S6aX4m1PXoI/AAAAAAAAAvU/mizTwE_XP4Y/s320/Happy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451211397730885250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wow that was fun, you can tell by the smiles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-3192051952361774956?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/3192051952361774956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=3192051952361774956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/3192051952361774956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/3192051952361774956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2010/03/box-canyon-suzuki-and-jeep.html' title='Box Canyon Suzuki and Jeep'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S6aZznebBXI/AAAAAAAAAwM/9mnx4VXOQws/s72-c/145_1580.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-4136036490969191877</id><published>2010-03-21T14:22:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T14:43:03.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiking Scar Face-13th of March 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S6aPcFGrfFI/AAAAAAAAAvM/RDD6FSVRv5Y/s1600-h/145_1507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S6aPcFGrfFI/AAAAAAAAAvM/RDD6FSVRv5Y/s320/145_1507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451202111547866194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S6aPJ2VM4lI/AAAAAAAAAvE/2Dr-da9iscc/s1600-h/145_1513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S6aPJ2VM4lI/AAAAAAAAAvE/2Dr-da9iscc/s320/145_1513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451201798344598098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The last time I hiked Scar Face was when Dawn was in 3rd grade.  I ran, yes,ran all the way to the top with the students.  So why not take a small group of the children and grand children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went like this....&lt;br /&gt;We started walking, and walking, and walking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S6aPAfuysFI/AAAAAAAAAu8/nKk0O9cg12Q/s1600-h/145_1514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S6aPAfuysFI/AAAAAAAAAu8/nKk0O9cg12Q/s320/145_1514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451201637659095122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and walking and walking,&lt;br /&gt;with lost of rest stops and pulling to the side to let people and pets by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S6aOz8gEggI/AAAAAAAAAu0/5hCeKMgzs8Y/s1600-h/145_1520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S6aOz8gEggI/AAAAAAAAAu0/5hCeKMgzs8Y/s320/145_1520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451201422043677186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking with more resting, lots of water, more resting,&lt;br /&gt;and then the toting began.  A little here a little there.&lt;br /&gt;The views were great it was not too hot or too cold.&lt;br /&gt;Not too steep, or too flat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S6aOqEunbxI/AAAAAAAAAus/5acg60yqZsA/s1600-h/145_1529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S6aOqEunbxI/AAAAAAAAAus/5acg60yqZsA/s320/145_1529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451201252453478162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we reached the top.  Two hours later.&lt;br /&gt;We had snacks and more water.&lt;br /&gt;Watched the squirrls and other wild life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S6aOgd7MmsI/AAAAAAAAAuk/MOxNjH711M0/s1600-h/145_1540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S6aOgd7MmsI/AAAAAAAAAuk/MOxNjH711M0/s320/145_1540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451201087418440386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we started down the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Rigdon had had enough.&lt;br /&gt;Emilee carried him all the way down.&lt;br /&gt;He napped.&lt;br /&gt;Devin though would walk awhile and then I would put him on my shoulders for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;There was some conversation about how far and when, but not much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S6aOXJpgcgI/AAAAAAAAAuc/bPpleyS3wzw/s1600-h/145_1551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S6aOXJpgcgI/AAAAAAAAAuc/bPpleyS3wzw/s320/145_1551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451200927356711426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All in all I had a good time and I hope they all did.&lt;br /&gt;I did look at the map at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;We traveled 1.6 miles up and 1.6 miles down.&lt;br /&gt;The average time it should take a group is 2 hours,&lt;br /&gt;we did it in 4.&lt;br /&gt;I would recommend that the age limit on this one is 4 years old,&lt;br /&gt; unless you plan on toting small people.&lt;br /&gt;Also long pants for everyone to avoid scraped knees.&lt;br /&gt;I love my grand kids and my children,&lt;br /&gt;they would have made great pioneers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-4136036490969191877?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/4136036490969191877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=4136036490969191877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/4136036490969191877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/4136036490969191877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2010/03/hiking-scar-face-13th-of-march-2010.html' title='Hiking Scar Face-13th of March 2010'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S6aPcFGrfFI/AAAAAAAAAvM/RDD6FSVRv5Y/s72-c/145_1507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-938887927946823397</id><published>2010-03-11T06:40:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T07:07:04.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rachaels Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S5j4-xqUs7I/AAAAAAAAAuE/A8eVKrt6jAk/s1600-h/SCAN0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S5j4-xqUs7I/AAAAAAAAAuE/A8eVKrt6jAk/s320/SCAN0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447377506671047602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long time ago in a land far away there was a King and Queen who were very happy. Their kingdom was small, 10 x 55 feet, but was slowly growing. One day in March near the middle of the month, the Queen was taking a shower, and suddenly there came a knock at the door, it was the stork! The stork said "you have to go now!!!" So the King and Queen loaded up in their chariot and took a leisurely drive to the hospital, all the time the Queen was encouraging the King to drive faster, the stork told them to hurry, and the Queen didn't want to miss the arrival of the new Princess. Soon they were at the Hospital and the servants had them waiting in the emergency room when one of the delivery servants looked at the Queen and told her that she needed to go to the delivery room, you don't  need to sign in right now you are a Queen. The delivery servant whisked the Queen up stairs with the king following close behind. They were escorted to the royal chamber where the delivery servant asked them to wait. In a few short minutes the new princess was delivered to the King and Queen. They were very happy and she was very beautiful, so they named her Rachael.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Rachael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-938887927946823397?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/938887927946823397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=938887927946823397' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/938887927946823397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/938887927946823397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2010/03/rachaels-birthday.html' title='Rachaels Birthday'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S5j4-xqUs7I/AAAAAAAAAuE/A8eVKrt6jAk/s72-c/SCAN0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-5606847749928330900</id><published>2010-02-27T09:43:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T08:43:01.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>History-2 November 1778</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I continue on with extracting information out of the Michael Shoemaker book for the relations of Carol Taylor Gillespie, I continue to find some very interesting history.&lt;br /&gt;When I was a girl it was popular for genealogist to have Indian blood.&lt;br /&gt;So here I am on page 562 and there is a story about a small girl of about 4 years old.  The Wyoming Valley, in Pennsylvania is an area under attack by both the Indians and the Tories.  A home was attacked and a small girl was found hiding and kidnapped.  For more than 50 years the family searched and pleaded with officials to find this missing sister.  Finally after many mishaps with the information it finds it's way to the family.  They are finally reunited in her home on the Miami Indian Reservation in Indiana.  They find she was treated as a treasure, because she was white with beautiful red hair.  She married an Indian Chief named She-po-con-ah and her name had been changed to Mac-on-a-qauh.  They had four children and she had adopted all the Indian ways.  When they found her she remembered her capture but had forgotten English.&lt;br /&gt;Her story can be found in full on the internet :&lt;br /&gt;Biography of Frances Slocum: The Lost Sister of Wyoming.&lt;br /&gt;enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-5606847749928330900?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/5606847749928330900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=5606847749928330900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/5606847749928330900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/5606847749928330900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2010/02/history.html' title='History-2 November 1778'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-6089181464624537819</id><published>2010-02-25T11:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T11:39:34.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S4bDVHNXtcI/AAAAAAAAAt8/p1D8DzYQbaU/s1600-h/101_3722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S4bDVHNXtcI/AAAAAAAAAt8/p1D8DzYQbaU/s320/101_3722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442251967203620290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first purchased the purple tracker there were a few comments made about how manly the color was.  Well yesterday it got a fashion redo and now it does look a little more manly.  Although color really doesn't have anything to do with it.  It's all about the fun we have with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S4bDL9mesHI/AAAAAAAAAt0/7n7L5GNUAhY/s1600-h/DSCF0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S4bDL9mesHI/AAAAAAAAAt0/7n7L5GNUAhY/s320/DSCF0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442251810005758066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-6089181464624537819?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/6089181464624537819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=6089181464624537819' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/6089181464624537819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/6089181464624537819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-we-first-purchased-purple-tracker.html' title=''/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S4bDVHNXtcI/AAAAAAAAAt8/p1D8DzYQbaU/s72-c/101_3722.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-7709594349111560517</id><published>2010-02-18T12:14:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T12:22:35.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S32SKS_teFI/AAAAAAAAAtk/MaD_VxptLdY/s1600-h/145_1038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S32SKS_teFI/AAAAAAAAAtk/MaD_VxptLdY/s320/145_1038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439664630528833618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Valentines Day has come and gone.  But not without lots of notes, chocolate and heart pancakes.  This year Mike and I attended two dances.  One was a barn dance (14-19)  where I wore my tennis shoes and jeans, and sat on a buffalo (brass) for a picture.  The adult dance was in Sunday dress with my new hot pink heels.  This was their first time out of the box.  They only lasted about 6 dances before I left them under the chair for dance 7.   Then off to home.  We didn't leave with the senior citizens but we didn't stay till the last dance either.  Lots of friends  everywhere.  It's good to be loved and to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S32SCMmUY1I/AAAAAAAAAtc/abwLy1OzGsc/s1600-h/145_1037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S32SCMmUY1I/AAAAAAAAAtc/abwLy1OzGsc/s320/145_1037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439664491372766034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-7709594349111560517?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/7709594349111560517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=7709594349111560517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/7709594349111560517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/7709594349111560517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines.html' title='Valentines!'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S32SKS_teFI/AAAAAAAAAtk/MaD_VxptLdY/s72-c/145_1038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-8644867166902321089</id><published>2010-02-11T16:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T17:05:11.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scouting-just for fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S3SZL0JS-mI/AAAAAAAAAtU/vudjddpeaVo/s1600-h/145_0959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S3SZL0JS-mI/AAAAAAAAAtU/vudjddpeaVo/s320/145_0959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something most people don't know is that Michael has been awarded quite a few scouting awards over the years. These are the most recent.&lt;br /&gt;2006-Commissioner Hall of Fame&lt;br /&gt;2007-Boy Scout Hall of Fame&lt;br /&gt;2008- Commissioner Hall of Fame again.&lt;br /&gt;This year was a little different.  I received a phone call from Jennie who wanted me to write something about Mike's service with the scouts and this is what I wrote.&lt;br /&gt;Mike Gillespie has been serving in the BSA for about 20 years.  In that time he has been Cubmaster, Assistant Scoutmaster, Scoutmaster, and Varsity Coach, and is currently serving as a Unit Commistioner and on the District Advancement Committee.  When serving as Assistant Scoutmaster with Richard Packard, Richard taught him a principal that he lives by.  The young men had planned a hike and on the day of, only one young man showed up.  They went anyway, had a great adventure and came back with a great story to tell.  That day he learned that EVERY young man is important and that every young man deserves enthusiastic, trained leaders to show the way.  Over the last 20 years we have watched as he has encouraged both young men and their leaders to become their best and have fun doing it.&lt;br /&gt;                    (Side note: the hike they went on that day is permanently been closed)&lt;br /&gt;This year this note was in the program with several others and two awards were given to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-National BSA Veterans Award&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;2-District Award of Merit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spends lots of time and effort to do his best.&lt;br /&gt;                     When they give him awards though I can still see some of the shy 8th grader I knew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-8644867166902321089?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/8644867166902321089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=8644867166902321089' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/8644867166902321089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/8644867166902321089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2010/02/something-most-people-dont-know-is-that.html' title='Scouting-just for fun!'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S3SZL0JS-mI/AAAAAAAAAtU/vudjddpeaVo/s72-c/145_0959.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-821094507283596957</id><published>2010-02-03T06:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T07:05:23.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;br /&gt;Dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434014178677631202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S2l_GtiEKOI/AAAAAAAAAs8/vjBQ638Sbtc/s320/Dawn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434014294019867634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S2l_NbNzA_I/AAAAAAAAAtE/ZlNZTAx4kZE/s320/Dawn+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grandma Gillespie and Dawn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Several decades ago two young kids were living in  Marshall, Texas, and taking Lamaze classes in Longview,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Feb 3rd, was a Saturday and their 5th of 6 classes. They needed a graduation certificate in order for the new dad to be in the delivery room. After the class they asked if they could have the certificate, and the instructor agreed. The drive home was only 35 miles, they returned home and went to work in the family store. Later that afternoon, water broke, and the trip to the hospital was taken. Ginger and Mike used all their new found skills and breathing techniques, their room was the quiet one, the other delivery rooms had the typical TV show delivery's, moms screaming and hollering.  After several hours, at 10:09  p.m. Dawn Starr was born. She was a beautiful baby and today is a beautiful woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday Dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-821094507283596957?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/821094507283596957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=821094507283596957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/821094507283596957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/821094507283596957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-dawn-grandma-gillespie.html' title=''/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S2l_GtiEKOI/AAAAAAAAAs8/vjBQ638Sbtc/s72-c/Dawn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-2694545270590829606</id><published>2010-02-02T22:04:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T22:18:23.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Groundhog Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S2kGJnC90GI/AAAAAAAAAs0/XJ9wRyFYguQ/s1600-h/groundhog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433881187569225826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S2kGJnC90GI/AAAAAAAAAs0/XJ9wRyFYguQ/s320/groundhog.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sausage, eggs, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;biscuits&lt;/span&gt; and gravy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks Phil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As with all Gillespie traditions, there is humor and subtle meanings &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;buried&lt;/span&gt; deep inside. Groundhog day is no exception, How many families would have a celebration &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;commemorating&lt;/span&gt; a furry little rodent in Pennsylvania, that is drug out of his nice warm burrow, before several hundred &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; people, to see if he has a shadow or not? Well our family is one of them. Thanks Dad! That is the great thing about traditions, people may come and go, but what you have for traditions will remain as a legacy forever. ( sorry Brenda, I didn't mean to go here but I did.) Don't worry my eyes are leaking also. It starts with Feb 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; and next comes Valentines Day, I don't know if the rest of you still do this but I still have to make the valentine hearts with the candy stories for my children, at least the ones still at home, the rest of you need to continue on your own. Right now I can't think of what comes next, but I know that Brenda just made the red velvet cup cakes. So it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;continues&lt;/span&gt;, the eating of the sausage (ground hog for those of you who haven't caught on yet.) We love you Dad and we miss you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-2694545270590829606?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/2694545270590829606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=2694545270590829606' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/2694545270590829606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/2694545270590829606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2010/02/groundhog-day.html' title='Groundhog Day'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S2kGJnC90GI/AAAAAAAAAs0/XJ9wRyFYguQ/s72-c/groundhog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-2854062885730874020</id><published>2010-01-24T23:26:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T23:45:32.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S107eA1WwaI/AAAAAAAAAss/nbMEP5nn9kU/s1600-h/145_0830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S107eA1WwaI/AAAAAAAAAss/nbMEP5nn9kU/s320/145_0830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430562112484589986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday was a great day.  First Michael and I went to the temple and then we drove around the Beeline and back down Bush hwy to home.  On our drive we decided to go home, change, gather who ever and drive towards Roosevelt by way of Globe.  First stop of course was our favorite waterfall.  This was the first time I had seen this much water plunging over the side of the mountain.  It was great but there would be no hiking to the upper falls.  Everything was too wet and passing to the other side impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S107GIJFgcI/AAAAAAAAAsk/wTf3n805KJY/s1600-h/145_0845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S107GIJFgcI/AAAAAAAAAsk/wTf3n805KJY/s320/145_0845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430561702129533378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken at Top of the World.  The roads were in great shape and there a was a fair amount of snow.  As we were driving snow began to fall.  It was great.  You know when you are a true desert rat when water falls and snow get you this excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S106vmX9fkI/AAAAAAAAAsc/_d1iUXcMMNs/s1600-h/145_0885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S106vmX9fkI/AAAAAAAAAsc/_d1iUXcMMNs/s320/145_0885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430561315107995202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way down the hill back to Apache Junction, Michael humored us and stopped so we could have  a token snow ball fight and get just a little chilled.  That's about all I can handle, just a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S106b8rcMOI/AAAAAAAAAsU/o-M1-xm2tS0/s1600-h/145_0886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S106b8rcMOI/AAAAAAAAAsU/o-M1-xm2tS0/s320/145_0886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430560977497895138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As we pulled into the driveway we were blessed with a beautiful sunset.  This of course is facing east and minutes before the mountain was this same shade of pink as in the clouds.  You know how fast light can change but you get the gist of it.  It was a great day, with fun family to play with and great things to feast our eyes on and remember what a wonderous world we live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-2854062885730874020?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/2854062885730874020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=2854062885730874020' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/2854062885730874020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/2854062885730874020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2010/01/saturday-was-great-day.html' title=''/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S107eA1WwaI/AAAAAAAAAss/nbMEP5nn9kU/s72-c/145_0830.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-5981513313259519621</id><published>2010-01-17T07:24:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T07:30:06.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home at last...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For me there is just something about turning towards home that makes me want to run back.  I can travel away from home at a slow pace.  Exploring and resting along the way.  I told Cristal it's good to take a nap on a blanket in Flagstaff next to the old train depot.  Then I pointed out the parks in Kanab and Panquige for just the same purposes.  I don't know how many times in my life I have made this particular drive but on the way I stop and rest and wander off the path to explore little ghost towns ect.  But I realized yesterday that when the goal is home, I've never stopped to rest no matter how tired.  I don't wander off the path.  I travel as quickly and pretty much in the most direct path to get here.  I love exploring the world but my heart is at home with those I love.&lt;br /&gt;So glad to be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-5981513313259519621?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/5981513313259519621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=5981513313259519621' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/5981513313259519621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/5981513313259519621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2010/01/home-at-last.html' title='Home at last...'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-3199197481115444002</id><published>2010-01-13T20:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T20:45:11.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Careening in the dark...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This morning 3:30 am, Cristal and I left for Provo, Utah.  Because I'm not familiar with her car we took the more traveled route.  At 5:30 am, the moon was no where to be found, I was traveling at 75+ mph, following a large semi truck that I was preparing to pass, when opps, no head lights............... Cristal was a sleep next to me.  I said her name quietly the first time, while considering my options,  not loosing sight of the semi's lights.  The second time I said it louder and she calmly said "Don't panic just wiggle the switch".  I didn't think I was panicked I was just trying to figure out if I could slow down and stop before I no longer knew where the side of the road was.  The lights did come on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; THEN... as we pulled into Flagstaff, I slowed to the posted speed and only went a block before low and behold, flashing red lights.  I calmly pulled over and was still trying to figure out how to roll down the window when the officer got to my window.  His question was, "Do you know you are driving without head lights"  Opps again.  We explained what happened and that I hadn't realized that they were out since entering the city lights.  He nicely did not cite me and let us continue on. It was nice that he let me keep my 24 year old record clean .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After fueling in the cold and the experiences of the last 20 minutes I was wide awake again.  I was glad though because I at 6:30 or so the sun rise was a flaming red over the mountains that had snow on them.  It was really beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We did arrive safely and she is now unpacking and chatting with her new room mates.  The storm that we were watching never materialized and the sky was clear and it was warm when we arrived at 3:30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-3199197481115444002?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/3199197481115444002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=3199197481115444002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/3199197481115444002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/3199197481115444002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2010/01/careening-in-dark.html' title='Careening in the dark...'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-5275641241395104920</id><published>2010-01-12T12:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T13:07:22.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just how old am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few years ago while pushing our side by side refridgerator around the kitchen, I ripped a tendon in my calf.  For about 3 months I had to where a shoe with a heal to be comfortable. In November I decided that I would follow my mother's example and lift 10 blankets off the table at Rachael's work.  For 10 weeks I have been dealing with pain from an over extended elbow.&lt;br /&gt;First I'm old because it's taking so long to heal&lt;br /&gt;Second I'm childishly embarrassed that my mom can lift more than I can&lt;br /&gt;Third I must be more vain than I thought because I do not want to wear the ugly sling that restricts my movements so I'll heal faster&lt;br /&gt;Fourth I'm too proud to ask for help, but since I have, I'm healing much faster.&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for a family that loves me even though I have a gimpy arm and am requiring more help than usual. &lt;br /&gt;So am I old, or just a spoiled two year old who only wants to do what I want,  when I want to do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-5275641241395104920?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/5275641241395104920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=5275641241395104920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/5275641241395104920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/5275641241395104920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-how-old-am-i.html' title='Just how old am I?'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-2558437173775975441</id><published>2010-01-11T12:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T13:06:30.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of practice...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first Sunday of this year, I was extended a call to teach a class of Sunbeams.  There are 5 three year old boys in this class.  First they spend an hour with their parents in Sacrament Meeting, then we sit for an hour in Sharing time, where we sing, have a short activity, listen to talks and scriptures.  Then at noon, (yes, lunch time and nap time), we are off to class for an hour.  I soon started to remember why Heavenly Father blessed me with 6 girls and only 3 boys, there is definately a talent there that I lack.  So I'm shooting on developing some skills.  First, assess what is needed to help these young men not spill each other's blood each Sunday.  Feet and fists are so ready to extend into spaces already occupied.  I did remember the attention span is only twice the age of the student.&lt;br /&gt;  The first Sunday I had a small list:&lt;br /&gt;bring knotted rope for trip to the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;small bags of gold fish to take the edge off starvation&lt;br /&gt;small vacume to clean up spilled gold fish&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday the list expanded more:&lt;br /&gt;make koodie catcher with list of songs on the inside for each 8 minute break&lt;br /&gt;do not combine eating time with lesson time&lt;br /&gt;(leaves too much extra time)&lt;br /&gt;possibly look for small carpet squares for designating personal space&lt;br /&gt;(chairs move around too much)&lt;br /&gt;Any other suggestions would be appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;And yes I have read the hand book, I asked the parents about the goldfish and will slowly ween them off.  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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd8a158d1ebe9c608%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331241424%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3C8687238489CF04D8A2AA28B170A1F42D7FAA4C.2F31C749128E0F90B6D018967BF4B75E2366BEE1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd8a158d1ebe9c608%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNlTFsovk2GSVH1JS32cwHrub8Yo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumping the RZR on the way to Patton Valley, I thought a scream would add to the effect just before we landed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-8398539433171668843?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-6500592314886054072</id><published>2010-01-03T17:33:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T18:31:11.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year 2010, Gordons Well Dunes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S0E6eOMKXoI/AAAAAAAAArM/0amy3X8d2zU/s1600-h/IMG_1471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422679717210381954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S0E6eOMKXoI/AAAAAAAAArM/0amy3X8d2zU/s320/IMG_1471.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Adam and Gracie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachael and Dusty, forced me to go to the sand dunes for new years 2010, after a long night at 2 church activities, a pizza party and video from 6 to 8, and then a dance from 8 to midnight, I got dropped off at Rachael's house to nap on their couch before we left at 4 a.m. We arrived at the dunes about 9 a.m. unloaded the trailer, did a quick set up and took off for a quick ride. We got to Freeway hill and Adams tire went flat so Dusty went back to the trailer got 2 more tires and an electric impact and we changed them and proceeded on. There was quite a crowd, about normal for New Years, lots of V-8 rails, and sand cars, and fast quads. Spent some time at Patton Hill, Then resumed running the dunes, the Razor does pretty well with 3 people in it. dusty cooked dinner, Steaks! YUM on the new grill, then back to the dunes to watch the sand drags and then later to Freeway hill for a little night racing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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_5422687594877474962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S0FBowyW2JI/AAAAAAAAAr0/q7VZej9yqz0/s320/DSC03096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike cruising a bowl &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422682680538727506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S0E9KtcshFI/AAAAAAAAArc/5fms3sUJJyU/s320/DSC03120.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;57 Chevy Rail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422685038578063586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S0E_T91FWOI/AAAAAAAAArk/uyuroPEB5so/s320/jump.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Center of picture, dirt bike jumping the crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saturday morning we started everything over again, ran into friends from church down vendor row, Glen Jones and company, and Roger Beckman, a customer from work, at Patton Hill. Followed a Suzuki Sidekick through the dunes to Patton hill, just had some off road tires and had no trouble cruising around. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lots&lt;/span&gt; of fast rails and desert cars, and some bikes jumping over the crowd at the top of the hill. Later back to camp for some burgers, then back to the Sand drags. More fast rails and bikes, it is really neat to see suspension soak up the bumps as they race by at speeds 70 mph and up.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422686539461672146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S0FArVDnvNI/AAAAAAAAArs/Z7VLGmE5X58/s320/DSC03116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422688652849542466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S0FCmWCjdUI/AAAAAAAAAr8/EhtrG-xtveg/s320/RZR+jump.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hold On! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/108239646703048845-6500592314886054072?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/6500592314886054072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=6500592314886054072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/6500592314886054072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/6500592314886054072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-2010-gordons-well-dunes.html' title='New Year 2010, Gordons Well Dunes.'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/S0E6eOMKXoI/AAAAAAAAArM/0amy3X8d2zU/s72-c/IMG_1471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-2447931493965837245</id><published>2009-12-29T07:04:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T07:33:56.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day at Disneyland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SzoP3mQEeDI/AAAAAAAAArE/NzFHIEYCS4M/s1600-h/145_0572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SzoP3mQEeDI/AAAAAAAAArE/NzFHIEYCS4M/s320/145_0572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420662549328984114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful day. We spent the morning with Brenda and Lori's family while our children ran around the park, in a group, by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SzoPu4qxqEI/AAAAAAAAAq8/fyv7383P1Zc/s1600-h/145_0585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SzoPu4qxqEI/AAAAAAAAAq8/fyv7383P1Zc/s320/145_0585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420662399654012994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met for lunch. Then we spent the rest of the afternoon together, minus Paul who was still with Brenda's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SzoPk17Xg2I/AAAAAAAAAq0/URyUL2MihF0/s1600-h/145_0587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SzoPk17Xg2I/AAAAAAAAAq0/URyUL2MihF0/s320/145_0587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420662227119604578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would seem our favorite ride was the tea cups, since most of us rode it 2 plus times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SzoPaHy1vxI/AAAAAAAAAqs/is_0X35JBtU/s1600-h/145_0589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SzoPaHy1vxI/AAAAAAAAAqs/is_0X35JBtU/s320/145_0589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420662042937114386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while Michael went to check us in the Hotel. I waited at the tea cups with the children who soon left and went in search of turkey legs. I waited and waited. It got darker and darker. I contemplated how only one child had a cell phone, that Michael had just moved the car, how it seemed like wall to wall people to a person only 5'2''.  Soon the children returned and finally Michael came back too. We met up with Lori and Brenda's family again and rode the train and a few other things. We went to the Fantasmic show. It was very well done. On the way back to Main Street we stopped in at the Enchanted Tiki Room to get out of the traffic jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SzoPOO5eLqI/AAAAAAAAAqk/ThyRF-yTz0Q/s1600-h/145_0602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SzoPOO5eLqI/AAAAAAAAAqk/ThyRF-yTz0Q/s320/145_0602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420661838685548194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did stop and get lessons on 'the look' from the queen of looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SzoO7qvxq5I/AAAAAAAAAqc/NZNa5sqlo28/s1600-h/145_0659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SzoO7qvxq5I/AAAAAAAAAqc/NZNa5sqlo28/s320/145_0659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420661519743560594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went to the Science Museum in LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SzoOuAxvaKI/AAAAAAAAAqU/1KsD_5BEaqs/s1600-h/145_0650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SzoOuAxvaKI/AAAAAAAAAqU/1KsD_5BEaqs/s320/145_0650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420661285139212450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working engines in glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SzoOfiyqvrI/AAAAAAAAAqM/eQiXYUKmmNQ/s1600-h/145_0649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SzoOfiyqvrI/AAAAAAAAAqM/eQiXYUKmmNQ/s320/145_0649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420661036571868850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night we had a small fire at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;Walmart wood is a little damp.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed it and hope every one else did.&lt;br /&gt;We so seldom see the ocean or just large bodies of water in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SzoOKdvc9fI/AAAAAAAAAqE/osxzdvQ8U2w/s1600-h/145_0709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SzoOKdvc9fI/AAAAAAAAAqE/osxzdvQ8U2w/s320/145_0709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420660674438952434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SzoN4i7oQ-I/AAAAAAAAAp8/mepDqO-l5R0/s1600-h/145_0717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SzoN4i7oQ-I/AAAAAAAAAp8/mepDqO-l5R0/s320/145_0717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420660366594556898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our people at Target picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SzoNlw4JsWI/AAAAAAAAAp0/_2LG0D2NnWU/s1600-h/145_0695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SzoNlw4JsWI/AAAAAAAAAp0/_2LG0D2NnWU/s320/145_0695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420660043920552290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls and I playing with the settings on the camera at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;It was a great trip. My recommendation though is to go 1st week in November, mid week. We just walked on to most of the rides at California Adventure.&lt;br /&gt;I love my family especially after getting to spend time with them.&lt;br /&gt;They are the best!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-2447931493965837245?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/2447931493965837245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=2447931493965837245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/2447931493965837245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/2447931493965837245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-day-at-disneyland.html' title='Christmas Day at Disneyland'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SzoP3mQEeDI/AAAAAAAAArE/NzFHIEYCS4M/s72-c/145_0572.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-5201570836227097536</id><published>2009-12-23T23:44:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T23:58:19.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gramma's Christmas Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SzMOuUA3oCI/AAAAAAAAAps/Mo5T444wmJA/s1600-h/145_0498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SzMOuUA3oCI/AAAAAAAAAps/Mo5T444wmJA/s320/145_0498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418690965465964578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we invited all the children and grandchildren to our home for a story about Rachel the shepherd girl. First we talked about what shepherds are, and what they do. Then we talked about the special shepherds on that night long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SzMOk3YDpJI/AAAAAAAAApk/DkPsy8Xi8so/s1600-h/145_0505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SzMOk3YDpJI/AAAAAAAAApk/DkPsy8Xi8so/s320/145_0505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418690803159770258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our story Rachel's mom gave each shepherd a bag of goat cheese and bread for their dinner. (Marshmellows, graham crackers, and chocolate). We prepared and ate our dinner around the camp fire out in our field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SzMOYjSl5NI/AAAAAAAAApc/1bBd20QnnC0/s1600-h/145_0537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SzMOYjSl5NI/AAAAAAAAApc/1bBd20QnnC0/s320/145_0537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418690591609709778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we returned inside where we opened gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SzMOLFP8TbI/AAAAAAAAApU/QkEJub4V1Ys/s1600-h/145_0557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SzMOLFP8TbI/AAAAAAAAApU/QkEJub4V1Ys/s320/145_0557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418690360207232434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After most of the adults left we started our sleep over. Girls on the floor, boys on the couch. It is now 11:54pm and we are on our second movie and most everyone is still awake. I'm not sure I'm going to out last them. Tomorrow, pancakes for breakfast. We will see what time they get up. Mikie is still playing with his new toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-5201570836227097536?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/5201570836227097536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=5201570836227097536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/5201570836227097536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/5201570836227097536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2009/12/grammas-christmas-night.html' title='Gramma&apos;s Christmas Night'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SzMOuUA3oCI/AAAAAAAAAps/Mo5T444wmJA/s72-c/145_0498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-1071589556874048903</id><published>2009-12-21T07:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T07:47:42.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoiled!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/Sy-Jy2c7gSI/AAAAAAAAApM/UUgMtY7euh8/s1600-h/145_0489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/Sy-Jy2c7gSI/AAAAAAAAApM/UUgMtY7euh8/s320/145_0489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417700383453315362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one spoiled woman.&lt;br /&gt;After getting up at 5:30 to attend a meeting,&lt;br /&gt;singing in choir for Sacrament meeting,&lt;br /&gt;and attending to a few more things,&lt;br /&gt;Michael came home and fixed me lunch.&lt;br /&gt;I was a little busy myself and was just going to wait until later,&lt;br /&gt;but here he is in the kitchen with my apron on, making me lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;for everything you do for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-1071589556874048903?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/1071589556874048903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=1071589556874048903' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/1071589556874048903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/1071589556874048903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2009/12/spoiled.html' title='Spoiled!'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/Sy-Jy2c7gSI/AAAAAAAAApM/UUgMtY7euh8/s72-c/145_0489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-1951915703011624923</id><published>2009-12-11T07:26:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T21:35:44.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This weeks stuff!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SyJdmGGfYoI/AAAAAAAAApE/d_OPSYQQWGg/s1600-h/145_0428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SyJdmGGfYoI/AAAAAAAAApE/d_OPSYQQWGg/s320/145_0428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413992611107005058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;This picture does not do this story justice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;It does get chilly in Arizona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Yesterday, Michael went to leave for work,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;note the sun is just coming up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;there was ice on the windshield.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;No, the windshield wipers didn't get it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;the hose was frozen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;four pitchers of water didn't get it, (not hot water)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;finally he had to break out the creditcard trick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;That was yesterday, this is today's picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I guess he just figured he needed little port holes to see out of today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SyJbmxixKLI/AAAAAAAAAo8/PQ2apF5MlF4/s1600-h/145_0430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SyJbmxixKLI/AAAAAAAAAo8/PQ2apF5MlF4/s320/145_0430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413990423745079474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Finally spent my birthday money from Nov 08.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Dawn and Andrew had given me a Lowes card so I could purchase the rest of my counter tops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Now, thanks goes to Steve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;after 24 years of not having the same surface on any of the cabinets,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;we match.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;It looks wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I did have to clean the stove all the way around since it was out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Steve not only installed the counters but he put shelves in just like I requested,&lt;br /&gt;and attached the cabinets to the wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Now all the kitchen stuff is in the kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Amazing!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Dec 6th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Christmas and Birthday dinner with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Ginger's mom and her mom's girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SyJYWGj-YFI/AAAAAAAAAo0/ARA8lJSw3pQ/s1600-h/IMG_4295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SyJYWGj-YFI/AAAAAAAAAo0/ARA8lJSw3pQ/s320/IMG_4295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413986838794625106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ben, Emilee, Cristal, Adam, Paul&lt;br /&gt;Dawn, Rachael, Ginger, Mike, Julia, Katherine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SyJYB5M4TpI/AAAAAAAAAos/d-VEtzsNGuY/s1600-h/IMG_4263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SyJYB5M4TpI/AAAAAAAAAos/d-VEtzsNGuY/s320/IMG_4263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413986491610713746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Mom and all her girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Pepper, Cheri, Mom, Lori, and Ginger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;If anyone's interested:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I'm finally on page 381 of the Michael Shoemaker book&lt;br /&gt;(995 total pages).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;You are now related to 20,180 people,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;it feels like it may be everyone in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;New York, New Jersey, and Pennsylvania.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Found an interesting obit a few days ago,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;one that you probably would not see now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Mrs. Daphne (West) Shoemaker,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;an accomplished home maker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;survived her husband 23 years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;living throughout her widowhood with her daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-1951915703011624923?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/1951915703011624923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=1951915703011624923' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/1951915703011624923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/1951915703011624923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-picture-does-not-do-this-story.html' title='This weeks stuff!'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SyJdmGGfYoI/AAAAAAAAApE/d_OPSYQQWGg/s72-c/145_0428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-5447487415744728814</id><published>2009-11-27T22:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T22:26:16.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SxCyas4umpI/AAAAAAAAAok/15PYv8GjhBw/s1600/101_5643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SxCyas4umpI/AAAAAAAAAok/15PYv8GjhBw/s320/101_5643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409019324267403922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SxCySoZ3oYI/AAAAAAAAAoc/SWO8RQ16rJk/s1600/101_5642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SxCySoZ3oYI/AAAAAAAAAoc/SWO8RQ16rJk/s320/101_5642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409019185625276802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving was fun! The guests were welcome and brought such tasty goodies. We visited, we feasted, and we visited some more. I'm not sure I can hostess and take pictures because it totally slipped my mind to take any. Now I have nothing to show how beautiful the turkey looked or how the guests looked while visiting. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Today I did do better. Tradition at our house it Turkey, Sleep, and Christmas Decorating. Everyone did a little something and pretty soon everything was up. It does help that over the last few years I have been editing some of the adornments. This is my favorite holiday though. I love the dinners, the decorations, and that most people are celebrating our Savior. I'm really not so good at the shopping though.&lt;br /&gt;This evening I did venture out in search of a purse I wanted. Last week I could only find it in brown and I wanted black. At 6:30 pm I ventured out of the house and low and behold the first place I looked today had it. Home it came and now I can go at least another year before I wear this one out. I could probably live without one, except that I clip my car keys to it and it helps me keep track of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-5447487415744728814?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/5447487415744728814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=5447487415744728814' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/5447487415744728814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/5447487415744728814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-was-fun-guests-were.html' title=''/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SxCyas4umpI/AAAAAAAAAok/15PYv8GjhBw/s72-c/101_5643.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-1120488966477862877</id><published>2009-11-26T08:42:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T17:46:34.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving at Brendas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;After eight hours on airplanes, we arrived at Sitka, we think that the island has risen, because when we landed the pilot tried to land two feet lower, It was really hard. Kent met us at the airport whisked us to a fine dining establishment, The Golden Arches, and then to Brenda's house. We tried to beat her there, but she got home before us. But that turned out to be good, when we got there she was in the shower, Cassie was surprised, but didn't scream, Arnold, (much like Paul and Be), looked up from his video game said hi and paused it, so we sat down at her table ate our gourmet dinner and waited for her. OMG, OMG! what are you doing here? many tears, mostly Brenda's, and some from Lori, none from Gary or Mike, at least not yet. After much talking and laughing and more tears, from Brenda, and a great round of Cranium, which the boys won, we decided it was time to sleep. This morning Brenda is making breakfast, it is 7 and still dark. Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408574733418905186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/Sw8eEG6WPmI/AAAAAAAAAoM/EPBQo79o2UI/s320/IMG_0968.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have heard of dancing bear, well this is dancing turkey carcass, the other half is getting a garlic and butter rub down, and a trip to the crock pot, mmmmm smells good. Lots of people in town knew that we were coming, except for Brenda, and there has been several friends coming around and bring extra food, just in case. Thanks to all of Brendas friends and coworkers.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 324px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408577122990766242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/Sw8gPMwrOKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/UpKq4aIKc5k/s320/IMG_0974.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it to the Totem Park for the much needed picture of the four of us with "The Totem" mother nature obliged today, with a weather forcast of 90 % of rain, it didn't, we even had some sunshine for picture taking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-1120488966477862877?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/1120488966477862877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=1120488966477862877' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/1120488966477862877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/1120488966477862877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-at-brendas.html' title='Thanksgiving at Brendas'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/Sw8eEG6WPmI/AAAAAAAAAoM/EPBQo79o2UI/s72-c/IMG_0968.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-5135949568115031899</id><published>2009-11-26T06:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T06:44:39.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now that the surprise has happened, Mikie, you need to post SOMETHING! I've a had a few phone calls on how it went and did you get there safely. My dad thinks your going to be eaten by grizzlies.&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on the turkey and the house some before everyone gets up. It's always so quiet first thing. Good for getting warmed up for the day.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;We miss all of you all ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Mikie: Shawn was here yesterday. The fireplace is starting to shape up. It should turn out really nice. He did have something that he wants his dad to look at so we can be fire safe.  He wants to make sure the opening is sealed correctly, between the box and the sheet rock, where the gap is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-5135949568115031899?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/5135949568115031899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=5135949568115031899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/5135949568115031899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/5135949568115031899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2009/11/now-that-surprise-has-happened-mikie.html' title=''/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-6908299785449031062</id><published>2009-11-21T22:05:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T22:57:28.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tractor pulls</title><content type='html'>Went with John Thaxton to ET Motopark this evening for the Tuff Truck race and the Truck and Tractor pulls. The pulls took a while to get started, and there were several entries in different classes, The minis were the most fun to watch, mostly they are motor and tire,this one has a big block Chevy engine and an experimental steering system, he made his first successful pass tonight after two years of trying.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406790957896380850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SwjHutQ1MbI/AAAAAAAAAn0/LkNjfOfGtk4/s320/DSC00429.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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_5406798619820079314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SwjOssJyuNI/AAAAAAAAAoE/KQi9N0dV6Ag/s320/DSC00435.JPG" /&gt; There were some "tractors" out there also. This one has a small block chevy engine in it, and only resembles a tractor, loud and fast. There were about a half dozen of these types out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&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_5406796341053518226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SwjMoDFgcZI/AAAAAAAAAn8/hfJgXfnEnAI/s320/DSC00451.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Over on the Tuff truck track they had jumps bumps and tight turns to deal with. There were a couple of rhino type cars that had Suzuki street bike engines in them, they were fast, sorry no video of them. There were some Honda Pilots, trucks, Broncos, and rock crawlers, some were fast others were not, and only a few rolled over, but no one was hurt. They had rocks at one end that they used last month, and the rock crawler trucks did a little showing off and went through the rocks, one guy got a little carried away and blew a tire, and did another lap before he knew it. We ended our night early, the band was just getting started, and we had seen most everyone do their runs. All in all it was a good night, note for next time bring a chair and a cooler.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&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/108239646703048845-6908299785449031062?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/6908299785449031062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=6908299785449031062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/6908299785449031062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/6908299785449031062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2009/11/tractor-pulls.html' title='Tractor pulls'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SwjHutQ1MbI/AAAAAAAAAn0/LkNjfOfGtk4/s72-c/DSC00429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-6384755625233700894</id><published>2009-11-21T17:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T17:59:05.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me tell you, there will be no pictures of the battle I've been having this week.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if being short is an advantage or a disadvantage,&lt;br /&gt;but I am winning.&lt;br /&gt;I'm speaking of the battle with the grease monsters.&lt;br /&gt;In our house we fry food at least once a week, sometimes twice.&lt;br /&gt;I generally clean while I cook,&lt;br /&gt;I do not stand on chairs while I cook,&lt;br /&gt;but this week I reached up to grab something off the top shelf and&lt;br /&gt;blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;Gross, gross and more gross.&lt;br /&gt;The last few days with a little amonia, and some scrubbing, the kitchen cabinets are looking better.&lt;br /&gt;Next I should look at the top of the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;This will take the small ladder or standing on the counter.&lt;br /&gt;When you are as short as I am sometimes you live in an unknowing abyss about how clean things really are.&lt;br /&gt;Please note, I am not a clean fanatic by any means, but there is a limit.&lt;br /&gt;I do not think of myself as short until I realize how many surfaces I can not see while standing on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;I remember getting on my hands and knees when a shorter person had moved something I could not find so I could see under.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm the short person and am wondering what everyone else sees that I am totally missing.&lt;br /&gt;The more I stay home the more I can find to clean.&lt;br /&gt;There may be hope for me in the end,&lt;br /&gt;but for this week it's only one small battle,&lt;br /&gt;and it's the grease monsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-6384755625233700894?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/6384755625233700894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=6384755625233700894' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/6384755625233700894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/6384755625233700894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2009/11/let-me-tell-you-there-will-be-no.html' title=''/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-5844511081168882623</id><published>2009-11-17T08:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T08:37:32.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SwK_4RrKtfI/AAAAAAAAAns/Go7lhIK_aX8/s1600/101_5640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SwK_4RrKtfI/AAAAAAAAAns/Go7lhIK_aX8/s320/101_5640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405093476336055794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been four weeks of not driving the bus and this is what I have been doing with my extra time. Sleeping in 1/2 hour more. Learning to use a table saw to build a new pantry. Texturing, painting and being pleasantly surprised when everything fit so snuggly. Now there is room for more than 2 weeks of groceries. Maybe I'll be temped to shop the sales instead of just my standard list. If you're wondering what you are looking at. This is the living room side of a closet that connects to the laundry room. The groceries can be loaded into this side and taken out the side closest to the kitchen. Maybe I'll have less old food if I can rotate easier.&lt;br /&gt;Spending time at Rachael's making new curtains out of yes, real curtain fabric not sheets, and lined with black out lining. They even can be drawn back out of the way of the doors. I must say that Rachael installs much quicker than I do. After a second trip back to her house for the rings and a trip to home depot for a longer bit, it was only 4 hours for me to hang 3 rods and 4 drapes. I did have to adjust all my hooks down 1/2 " and I also made many trips up and down the ladder to retrieve dropped screws. Let me tell you drapes lined with black out are HEAVY. It was all worth it though. You can now see the TV, even in the afternoon, and I can let the sunshine in much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SwK_xCTHo2I/AAAAAAAAAnk/AvI27QCwc_c/s1600/101_5641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SwK_xCTHo2I/AAAAAAAAAnk/AvI27QCwc_c/s320/101_5641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405093351949575010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-5844511081168882623?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/5844511081168882623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=5844511081168882623' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/5844511081168882623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/5844511081168882623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-been-four-weeks-of-not-driving-bus.html' title=''/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SwK_4RrKtfI/AAAAAAAAAns/Go7lhIK_aX8/s72-c/101_5640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-8758774930495328052</id><published>2009-11-14T16:59:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T17:10:34.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/Sv9FxaG-0hI/AAAAAAAAAnE/xkfdWiWOy6w/s1600-h/101_5601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/Sv9FxaG-0hI/AAAAAAAAAnE/xkfdWiWOy6w/s320/101_5601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404114792992395794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This weekend was Little Philmont, leadership training for scout leaders and their spouses. It was held at beautiful camp Lo-Mia near Pine, AZ. Friday night was dinner and cub pack meeting, where we were all eight year old boys. It was very funny. I laughed for almost the whole hour and a half. We went on safari, learned about Tarzan, and of course had food.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was breakfast and more classes. I sat in on one of Michael's classes and then went to the spouses class about supporting your spouses. I guess I do OK at this. We cleaned up and then I walked around with the camera playing a little. It is truely a beautiful place. This was the first time in a long while I had seen water running in the creek. It was chilly and it rained on and off all morning long. So glad we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/Sv9FMpnxohI/AAAAAAAAAm8/XIOFb69Iz0s/s1600-h/101_5614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/Sv9FMpnxohI/AAAAAAAAAm8/XIOFb69Iz0s/s320/101_5614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404114161501315602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/Sv9FDmXycSI/AAAAAAAAAm0/AexmB9lt2fw/s1600-h/101_5613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/Sv9FDmXycSI/AAAAAAAAAm0/AexmB9lt2fw/s320/101_5613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404114006010130722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/Sv9E5qmTK2I/AAAAAAAAAms/G0dfJ00A6n4/s1600-h/101_5612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/Sv9E5qmTK2I/AAAAAAAAAms/G0dfJ00A6n4/s320/101_5612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404113835346045794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are my studies in light, using the digital camera. Some day I'm going to get really good at taking photos. Right now I'm just seeing how cloudy, partly cloudy and not cloudy pictures look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-8758774930495328052?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/8758774930495328052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=8758774930495328052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/8758774930495328052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/8758774930495328052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-weekend-was-little-philmont.html' title=''/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/Sv9FxaG-0hI/AAAAAAAAAnE/xkfdWiWOy6w/s72-c/101_5601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-7500016617192836777</id><published>2009-11-08T18:39:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T22:04:05.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new place to rest from my journey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SvdzX65NXnI/AAAAAAAAAmM/kyBb7bsBqa4/s1600-h/101_5500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401913132837592690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SvdzX65NXnI/AAAAAAAAAmM/kyBb7bsBqa4/s320/101_5500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After not sleeping in for the third day in a row, off we went. We didn't miss all the traffic but the fog wasn't as bad as the day we drove in. On our travels we had promised Rachael we would take care of a travel bug that she had had for awhile. We left it in this nifty travel bug motel. It was a bucket with holes in the bottom, with a lunch box inside, covered with a tire rim in the middle of the desert. After looking for geo caches over the years I spotted this one right away. It contained another travel bug which we will deposit somewhere by Strawberry or Pine next weekend. As we were driving away we spotted more geo cachers looking for the box. We arrived home 30 minutes before Michael had a meeting. Off he went in his white shirt and tie. Men in suits are just sooooooo sexy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-7500016617192836777?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/7500016617192836777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=7500016617192836777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/7500016617192836777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/7500016617192836777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-place-to-rest-my-journey.html' title='A new place to rest from my journey!'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SvdzX65NXnI/AAAAAAAAAmM/kyBb7bsBqa4/s72-c/101_5500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-5703256113027748076</id><published>2009-11-06T20:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T18:53:01.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too early for traffic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/Svd19VRSqkI/AAAAAAAAAmU/LXByX0oN1-M/s1600-h/101_5459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/Svd19VRSqkI/AAAAAAAAAmU/LXByX0oN1-M/s320/101_5459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401915974596340290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning as we were getting ready for the day and the contental breakfast downstairs, we realized that the clock in our room had not been changed. We were still on Arizona time, it wasn't 7 am it was 6. We figured we were ready,  why not beat traffic. An hour and a half latter we arrived at the San Diego Temple. It is beautiful! Then off to the beach and t-shirt shopping. Afterwards we drove down the Pacific Coast Hwy for a couple of hours. We ended the evening at Huntington Beach Pier, watching the sunset and taking the parking lot attendants advice. He wanted to know if Mikie had brought me to the beach at sunset to kiss me. Good idea.&lt;br /&gt;Along the way I discovered that Girdy loves Mikie but just likes to go on adventures whenever I just touch her, much to Mikie's dispair.&lt;br /&gt;We saw a lot of beautiful coast line and creative homes. Tommorrow we will head home.&lt;br /&gt;Behave!!!&lt;br /&gt;I love you all, mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-5703256113027748076?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/5703256113027748076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=5703256113027748076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/5703256113027748076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/5703256113027748076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2009/11/too-early-for-traffic.html' title='Too early for traffic'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/Svd19VRSqkI/AAAAAAAAAmU/LXByX0oN1-M/s72-c/101_5459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-3721331160824206895</id><published>2009-11-05T20:03:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T18:58:35.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>49's not so bad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/Svd3PW0kzRI/AAAAAAAAAmk/sXfYQZcvapY/s1600-h/101_5339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/Svd3PW0kzRI/AAAAAAAAAmk/sXfYQZcvapY/s320/101_5339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401917383762038034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I turned 49  and still learning and today I learned:&lt;br /&gt;1. if you wear a birthday badge at California Adventure that everyone wishes you a happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;2. if you fill out the survey at the front gate the nice lady will tell you  that you don't look like you were born in 1960.&lt;br /&gt;3. the golden zephyr is not so bad even though you are up in the air&lt;br /&gt;4. that the California Scream coaster doesn't give you time to get your breath before they drop you off the top, they count to five and blast you to the top!!!!&lt;br /&gt;5. even if you go on tower of terror, closing your eyes does not help, eyes open does not help, holding on does not help, and riding twice does not help, I do not like the sensation of falling!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;6. I can shoot pretty well, but Michael is still better. I do improve with practice though, 4 times as much the second time around.&lt;br /&gt;All in all this was a really great birthday. I didn't walk until my feet hurt. I watched some awesome shows and didn't die from the bug acid. The hamburgers are good and the cotton candy is delicious.&lt;br /&gt;If you need to call us, call the hotel, or leave me a message, or later I'm sure dad will check his face book. I'm sure you are all good. You'd better be, ITS MY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU ALL, mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-3721331160824206895?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/3721331160824206895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=3721331160824206895' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/3721331160824206895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/3721331160824206895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2009/11/49s-not-so-bad.html' title='49&apos;s not so bad!'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/Svd3PW0kzRI/AAAAAAAAAmk/sXfYQZcvapY/s72-c/101_5339.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-1220672132259149720</id><published>2009-11-03T06:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T07:01:46.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Calling all cooks, Thanksgiving is just around the corner, time for the volunteer chef's to gather and feast on food and family friendship. Mike and Ginger have the turkey under control. But man cannot live on bird alone, somewhere in there is the need for vegetables, stuffing, potato's, salads, breads, and of course pies. So don't be shy check the calendar side of the blog and volunteer for whatever tickles your fancy, who knows, maybe someone different will bring their special signature dish. Please don't feel limited to the list, if you  see something that is not on there feel free to contact Ginger and get your favorite item on the menu. Hurry this offer ends Nov 27, or while supplies last, be the first on your block to sign up.&lt;br /&gt;Either on the blog or to Ginger's email: gingembre@bwmail.us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-1220672132259149720?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/1220672132259149720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=1220672132259149720' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/1220672132259149720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/1220672132259149720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-4036985505903843525</id><published>2009-10-31T16:59:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T17:12:03.807-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hawk rabbit Marlin Perkins Wild Kingdom'/><title type='text'>Rabbit Control</title><content type='html'>Over the past year rabbits have been getting more and more populous in our neighborhood, they have eaten almost everything that Ginger has planted. Friday when I got home, Dan next door pointed out a hawk on the pole by our house. The hawk was snacking on something, Dan's comment was: Are there any cats missing in the neighborhood? We laughed and then I went in and got out the video camera so I could zoom in on the feast. After careful viewing it was determined that it was a rabbit. After seeing that, I started to look for rabbits around the neighborhood, and saw very few. Ginger is excited by the answers that she gets to prayers, she just wanted the rabbits to leave, but this works also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: Graphic video, watch at your own risk!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-beb4fac7b52adbd8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbeb4fac7b52adbd8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331241424%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D596384C76E48110A28AC893878A56E1C64379C3A.63F0788ACD7E8CEE9DB59474C081C1E3F4BF0E3B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbeb4fac7b52adbd8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpP4Go-vDW_7wnOX_s-PD5pXoxts&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbeb4fac7b52adbd8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331241424%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D596384C76E48110A28AC893878A56E1C64379C3A.63F0788ACD7E8CEE9DB59474C081C1E3F4BF0E3B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbeb4fac7b52adbd8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpP4Go-vDW_7wnOX_s-PD5pXoxts&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-4036985505903843525?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/4036985505903843525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=4036985505903843525' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/4036985505903843525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/4036985505903843525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2009/10/rabbit-control.html' title='Rabbit Control'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-8317846317493646173</id><published>2009-10-22T19:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T19:39:54.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MIkes Wheelie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SuEWyhm4aUI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H54C47zTzh0/s1600-h/mike+wheelie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395618885837285698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SuEWyhm4aUI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H54C47zTzh0/s320/mike+wheelie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;OK so nothing has been posted for a while, figured that I would at least put something on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;when we were at the sand drags there was a guy taking pictures, I found them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This is the first race that Paul and I had, (he won), but I did the better wheelie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This is second gear just at the start of the race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-8317846317493646173?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/8317846317493646173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=8317846317493646173' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/8317846317493646173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/8317846317493646173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2009/10/mikes-wheelie.html' title='MIkes Wheelie'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SuEWyhm4aUI/AAAAAAAAAmE/H54C47zTzh0/s72-c/mike+wheelie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-4328748639244970898</id><published>2009-10-12T19:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T20:00:28.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7eff44cf1ed932bd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7eff44cf1ed932bd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331241424%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7D100B91D4A84C5BF6B1F35FE09B909EFAD315F1.30B633363E92471850DAFF741C47756E19840EF3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7eff44cf1ed932bd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlrA3Q6vJVswlg3oCD8n3k1GPSac&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7eff44cf1ed932bd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331241424%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7D100B91D4A84C5BF6B1F35FE09B909EFAD315F1.30B633363E92471850DAFF741C47756E19840EF3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7eff44cf1ed932bd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlrA3Q6vJVswlg3oCD8n3k1GPSac&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saturday Oct. 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; we went to ET &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Motopark&lt;/span&gt; for the evening and participated in the sand drags. We took the 400ex and the 350x. Paul and Mike got to race each other once, Paul won, he was on the 400 quad and Mike was on the three wheeler, Mike had a great looking wheelie in first and second gear though. After a few races we switched bikes and Paul got to run the three wheeler, the clutch is now slipping on the quad, after some instruction on how this one responds, Paul was let loose on the track. The video tells, (how does Paul Harvey put it?) the rest of the story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-4328748639244970898?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/4328748639244970898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=4328748639244970898' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/4328748639244970898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/4328748639244970898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2009/10/saturday-oct.html' title=''/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-7433503423605259537</id><published>2009-10-03T11:36:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T12:09:03.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ATV Jamboree Day 5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday on our own&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/Ssec2KP9YRI/AAAAAAAAAl0/fGFECpyk7uA/s1600-h/group.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388447933450248466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/Ssec2KP9YRI/AAAAAAAAAl0/fGFECpyk7uA/s320/group.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mike, Dusty, Rachael, Paul, and John&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On Friday we were unable to go on the selected ride, the Razor was to wide for part of  the trail, so we headed out on our own and took a ride From Fremont Indian Museum up the mountain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;at 10,000 feet elevation we were at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Winkler&lt;/span&gt; point. This is where we took this photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388448580631644658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/Ssedb1MByfI/AAAAAAAAAl8/9iKvqCUhfYQ/s320/mill.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Seems that I always take a picture of this mill, it was built in 1920 to replace the one that had burned down. There was a big gold mine in these mountains, and a now gone town of Kimberly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am not sure if this was a mill for gold or lumber, the wood was used for the mines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/Ssebo40oZxI/AAAAAAAAAls/uT3AFd2GNoA/s1600-h/dus+and+rach.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388446605922297618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/Ssebo40oZxI/AAAAAAAAAls/uT3AFd2GNoA/s320/dus+and+rach.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another picture from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Winkler&lt;/span&gt; point, Dusty and Rachael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SsebP0uxs3I/AAAAAAAAAlk/7Ulp4ia13VQ/s1600-h/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388446175327269746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SsebP0uxs3I/AAAAAAAAAlk/7Ulp4ia13VQ/s320/photo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mike taking a picture of Rachael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SseakDUAa0I/AAAAAAAAAlc/ayesHXbVW94/s1600-h/leaves.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388445423327275842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SseakDUAa0I/AAAAAAAAAlc/ayesHXbVW94/s320/leaves.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is why the jamboree is the 3rd week of Sept. The leaves are usually starting to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388445036213062146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SseaNhMySgI/AAAAAAAAAlU/NUv24P4z848/s320/aspens.JPG" border="0" /&gt;More of Rachael, getting ready to take a picture of Mike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is fun to have extra family with us as we enjoy the mountains and the trail riding in Utah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These are only a sample of the pictures that we have taken. There are thousands of miles of trails on the Paiute trail system, we have ridden lots of them and there is a wide variety climates and terrain. the Kimberly mountains and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tushars&lt;/span&gt; are among my favorites. They have the most variety of trees and colors, along with stream crossings. Start planning now for the 2010 trip to Utah, we can always plan our own rides and what we would want to look at.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-7433503423605259537?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/7433503423605259537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=7433503423605259537' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/7433503423605259537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/7433503423605259537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2009/10/atv-jamboree-day-5-friday-on-our-own.html' title=''/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/Ssec2KP9YRI/AAAAAAAAAl0/fGFECpyk7uA/s72-c/group.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-7250038839391341447</id><published>2009-09-30T06:25:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T20:31:02.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamboree day 4 dusty and rachael</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ATV Jamboree Day 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GPS Explorer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cheeseburger in Paradise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Arrival of Rachael and Dusty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday evening about 11, Dusty and Rachael finally rolled into town, we had been keeping a most excellent dinner warm for them, pork tenderloins BACON 'taters and biscuits, mmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating we all settled down for a short nap and an early start for the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387251704439311618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SsNc4d65DQI/AAAAAAAAAkU/_Qt-497x5eA/s320/r+d+razor.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Thursday morning we made the trek to Hoovers and proceeded to enter coordinates into the GPS's and start the day of geo caching. It was a little cool when we started so sweaters were on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SsNfleB6KBI/AAAAAAAAAlE/CRcFj7nXR90/s1600-h/m+r+d+t.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387254676586113042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SsNfleB6KBI/AAAAAAAAAlE/CRcFj7nXR90/s320/m+r+d+t.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  With a little practice and having been here several times it was not to hard to find the caches. Mike in white, Rachael in black, Travis in blue, and Dusty in red. Travis is local to the area and had been on the GPS ride every year have had it. he decided to hang out with us as a volunteer guide for the day. Paul and Travis had plenty of time to compare notes on riding styles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387254143400419826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SsNfGbwiIfI/AAAAAAAAAk0/Kp6qDYaO6ZM/s320/cheeseburger.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Well as with anything we do, there is always time to eat. we picked the furthest cache to stop at and break out the grill. Dusty and Rachael cooked up some cheese burgers, improvised a spatula from a Monster can. Travis had some flat sandwiches (they weren't flat till his cans smashed them). Fortunately there was plenty for all to have a burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387254271320653474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SsNfN4TF_qI/AAAAAAAAAk8/DlfFNQc4V98/s320/mustard.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Rachael knows just how much mustard to put on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387253975016393874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SsNe8oepzJI/AAAAAAAAAks/Il_NvXYInYY/s320/r+p+t.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Rachael Paul and Travis, don't know what Travis is showing them but it has their interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387253423212241458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SsNecg2SojI/AAAAAAAAAkc/s6jlU5APC2o/s320/d+and+r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My view of Rachael and dusty checking out a geo cache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387253830168026914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SsNe0M4HHyI/AAAAAAAAAkk/CTRFN6_SNyQ/s320/d+no+r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And Rachael's view of Dusty and the same cache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387254892859743202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SsNfyDtj2-I/AAAAAAAAAlM/aRUI_8FTXvc/s320/tower.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Paul climbs part way up a radio tower to see if he could see any body else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is one of the high points that there were guides at in case someone got lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From here you could almost see everything,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well at least they saw Paul and Travis doing donuts earlier that morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were several miles away when that were doing that.&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 align="center"&gt;&lt;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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-7250038839391341447?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/7250038839391341447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=7250038839391341447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/7250038839391341447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/7250038839391341447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2009/09/jamboree-day-4-dusty-and-rachael.html' title='Jamboree day 4 dusty and rachael'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SsNc4d65DQI/AAAAAAAAAkU/_Qt-497x5eA/s72-c/r+d+razor.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-2465040494663609841</id><published>2009-09-29T19:22:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T19:40:18.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ATV Jamboree parade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rocky Mountain ATV Jamboree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Day 3 1/2 World Record Parade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387081115456664162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SsLBu4cCcmI/AAAAAAAAAj8/yn626cMcHbU/s320/front.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday afternoon people started to line up at 5:30 p.m. for the parade, this was usually held Monday at noon, but this year they were wanting to break the record for the longest atv parade set in July in Minnesota of 1632 ATV's. Well they had 2000 t-shirts to pass out and they ran out of t-shirts before they ran out of people. There were about 700 in front of us in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387081263991535698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SsLB3hxguFI/AAAAAAAAAkE/gl7j-e5jv6g/s320/back.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is looking behind us, the line snakes up and around the water tank. There were about another 1300 behind us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387082233002975618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SsLCv7n14YI/AAAAAAAAAkM/lL5BJ8gWNMU/s320/paul+front.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in line for about 45 minutes waiting for the parade to start at 6:30, Paul was talking to the boy in front of him and girl next to him, she was in the High school play Footloose, and he almost had a date with her for Richfields homecoming. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Patience Rachael you are next!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-2465040494663609841?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/2465040494663609841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=2465040494663609841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/2465040494663609841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/2465040494663609841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2009/09/atv-jamboree-parade.html' title='ATV Jamboree parade'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SsLBu4cCcmI/AAAAAAAAAj8/yn626cMcHbU/s72-c/front.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-4076525159176829658</id><published>2009-09-26T17:59:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T18:37:59.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ATV Jamboree day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rocky Mountain ATV Jamboree&lt;br /&gt;Day 3, Wednesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shopping?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385947047814005634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/Sr66TdQEg4I/AAAAAAAAAis/9JgxYulKKj8/s320/artic+cat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright this ride was more geared for Lori and Brenda, but it was Wednesday, and all the good rides were already full, and hey, there was a chocolate shop involved. Artic Cat was the sponsor of the ride and we did the obligatory pose in the Artic cat 1000. There were a few guys in the ride, reluctantly but we still had fun. The stops you ask? First, a Quilt shop next the Diamond Store, The art gallery and Hobby shop, (things are looking up) Lunch, bought by artic cat, Innovative trailers, Good call Rachael and Bonnie, Twelve timbers, Pressed flowers, the sign and t-shirt shop, the scrap booking store, and finally Cocomotive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385949131781362722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/Sr68Mwom1CI/AAAAAAAAAi0/wVmOgQmpR3g/s320/quilting.JPG" border="0" /&gt;All hand made Quilts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385949762193677250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/Sr68xdGnW8I/AAAAAAAAAi8/xDFXLgGElVM/s320/lunch.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok I'll go, you said that there would be lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385950208385777490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/Sr69LbTGf1I/AAAAAAAAAjE/GFUAbx_UpPc/s320/trailer.JPG" border="0" /&gt;They make some really nice trailers in Richfield, Innovative Trailers, this is the paint booth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385950711897688258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/Sr69ovBsiMI/AAAAAAAAAjM/DybDSoMpGYI/s320/paul+and+ladies.JPG" border="0" /&gt; By the end of the ride, all the ladies new who Paul and John were.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385951172731560706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/Sr6-DjxDYwI/AAAAAAAAAjU/XRmYuccHj3E/s320/scarf.JPG" border="0" /&gt; He was resistant most of the time but in the end he still did what John does best, he spent money. Ooooh a scarf with acorns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385952098892051634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/Sr6-5d-69LI/AAAAAAAAAjc/uwOIT2pr1W8/s320/scrap.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Yes, we made some scrap book stuff, Halloween cards, Paul's was voted the best by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385953196473860418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/Sr6_5Wy0QUI/AAAAAAAAAjk/amhGVkpPaKY/s320/DSC00353.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; And the best part was, we got to keep the spiffy green bags. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385954187449072322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/Sr7AzCdt-sI/AAAAAAAAAj0/rYfrZJJxqeQ/s320/razor.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Good thing we had the Razor with its spacious back seat for all the stuff that john bought, to bad he couldn't fit a trailer in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-4076525159176829658?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/4076525159176829658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=4076525159176829658' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/4076525159176829658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/4076525159176829658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2009/09/atv-jamboree-day-3.html' title='ATV Jamboree day 3'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/Sr66TdQEg4I/AAAAAAAAAis/9JgxYulKKj8/s72-c/artic+cat.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-7527496663131263571</id><published>2009-09-24T21:23:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T21:56:54.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamboree Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;ATV Jamboree Richfield Utah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Day 2 Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Kimberly Ghost Town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385257349405536530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SrxHBudg8RI/AAAAAAAAAh8/me2g2wF-X0k/s320/rain+coming.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tuesday morning we met at Walmart's parking lot to head out for our ride to the Kimberly Ghost town. John was sick this morning so we left &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;him at the cabin. At the parking lot we picked up a hitchhiker since we had extra room on the trailer, Valerie from New Mexico. As we started the ride we could see the clouds building on the mountains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385258189022151826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SrxHymRtxJI/AAAAAAAAAik/awho_D1aQaM/s320/change+of+clothes.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Our first stop was at the Hoovers rest area to regroup and either put on more jackets or take them off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385257588085644626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SrxHPnnSXVI/AAAAAAAAAiE/5N4Z_gFbitk/s320/colored+leaves.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;As we went up the trail the leaves were starting to change so this meant a photo opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385257864179296498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SrxHfsJJKPI/AAAAAAAAAiU/gdlWAR4BGfA/s320/more+mud.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After a loop around the mountain and dropping into the Fremont Indian State park we made the journey back up into the mountains, on a narrow trail called Maxx Reid, approx 5 miles long and gains about 5000 feet elevation, we had reports from other riders who had just came down it that they got caught in a hail storm, sorry no pictures were taken on the way up, it was muddy slippery and rainy, tell by the new mud on the bikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385257729439734690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SrxHX2Mum6I/AAAAAAAAAiM/RCqo6UQ7G1A/s320/darger+cabin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Brigham Darger cabin near the Silver King Mine, Brigham and his new wife lived in the lower level of the cabin in 1897, while they worked their Mine and they had 6 to 10 workers living upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385258012732294642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SrxHoVi8BfI/AAAAAAAAAic/UmM8NrBWiIE/s320/snow.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the clouds cleared on our way back to Marysvale we could see that the tops of the mountains, 11000 feet had gotten some snow on them, fortunately we were not on those trails that day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-7527496663131263571?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/7527496663131263571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=7527496663131263571' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/7527496663131263571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/7527496663131263571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2009/09/jamboree-day-2.html' title='Jamboree Day 2'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SrxHBudg8RI/AAAAAAAAAh8/me2g2wF-X0k/s72-c/rain+coming.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-3229497750901785206</id><published>2009-09-20T19:31:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T20:08:38.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Rocky Mountain ATV Jamboree 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Day 1 Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383744444026979106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SrbnDCu2AyI/AAAAAAAAAhU/Afp3n7aXE5g/s320/clean+paul.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Monday morning, after trailering from Richfield to the other side of Salina we unloaded and got ready for our trip on the North side of I-70 and the Gooseberry trail. Previous attempts on these trails have ended up in deep mud and being unable to finish. hopefully this time will be better&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383745454073669378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/Srbn91cvZwI/AAAAAAAAAhc/wDpkEY4LDxo/s320/storm.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After about 5 miles we had to stop, one of the riders in our group caught a rut and rolled his quad (he is sore and we think he bruised a couple of ribs). But as we were waiting the clouds started to roll in, just like usual. Well we finally got back underway and as we rode it started to rain, not to bad at first and it kept the dust down. Soon we got to the clay, it was wet and it sticks to everything. For most of the riders they are on utility quads, which means that the have full floor boards and the tires are under the fenders, so the mud will stay off the rider. Paul and I were on sport bikes and they are less desirable in the mud, but man are they good at slingin' it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383747045559515090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SrbpaeMiN9I/AAAAAAAAAhk/2qvnW9WBdvo/s320/two+muddy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is about a third of the way into our ride and we have already knocked off some of the mud. Those tires do have tread on them but you can't see it anywhere, Paul is in the back left of the picture scraping off some mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383748852334721650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SrbrDo9T-nI/AAAAAAAAAhs/6ouI4srHW20/s320/paul+muddy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after some more riding, the sun came out and it got a little warmer and drier, note the tread on the tires, John is on the quad behind Paul, note that he is not that muddy, Paul is being asked what were you thinking taking this bike into the mud, are you crazy?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383749921987461346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SrbsB5uZgOI/AAAAAAAAAh0/H38l4suSWcg/s320/PMJ.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out, the bikes are loaded on the trailer, and we have finished the Gooseberry ride! We had dust, rain, mud, clay, sun, and finished up with another serving of dust. John, (on the right) is clean by virtue of his bike, I, (center) am clean because of the waterproof pants and jacket, and Paul (left) is clean because John let him use a jacket but his pants are dirty. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stay tuned for further installments.... mikieg&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-3229497750901785206?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/3229497750901785206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=3229497750901785206' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/3229497750901785206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/3229497750901785206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2009/09/rocky-mountain-atv-jamboree-2009-day-1.html' title=''/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SrbnDCu2AyI/AAAAAAAAAhU/Afp3n7aXE5g/s72-c/clean+paul.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-1836682232747618283</id><published>2009-09-07T21:59:00.015-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T22:47:14.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary on Mt. Graham</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SqXvHmsZ8eI/AAAAAAAAAhM/ev2QiJxwDrY/s1600-h/mullins.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378968243888845282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SqXvHmsZ8eI/AAAAAAAAAhM/ev2QiJxwDrY/s320/mullins.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SqXvAGvb3JI/AAAAAAAAAhE/NboeCnQoSFQ/s1600-h/sign.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378968115052534930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SqXvAGvb3JI/AAAAAAAAAhE/NboeCnQoSFQ/s320/sign.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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mike Gillespie Plus Ginger Mullins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mike and Ginger for 31 years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SqXnw6IsO2I/AAAAAAAAAf0/FfVQCU6pew8/s1600-h/101_4064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378960157389372258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SqXnw6IsO2I/AAAAAAAAAf0/FfVQCU6pew8/s320/101_4064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ginger and I took a drive to Safford, Sunday afternoon, did a little geocaching and had a little dinner, (Chalos) yes, Andrew this is the same place that you and Jeremy and I had dinner when we went to the hot tubs and sand dunes south of Safford. Anyway we took a drive north of Safford up a long hill the the 'back in the saddle again' geocache. This is the view from the saddle looking back towards Safford.&lt;/div&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378961130242641122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SqXopiS_DOI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Hm6K2TFD7MM/s320/gillespie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Monday morning we headed to Gillespie wash, and we found it and the 'cache' there, along with a couple of windmills. Across the road we found a little 4 wheelin action, in a sand wash and in and around the trees, some where South of here is a place named Gillespie, we think it is a ranch from looking at google earth. &lt;/div&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378962091940793698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SqXphg5sTWI/AAAAAAAAAgE/o7wjmWKMyvc/s320/going+down.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then we were on our way to Mt. Graham, 36 miles to Riggs Lake, nearly the end of hiway 366, loaded with switch backs, and twists and turns. Several geocaches later we were at the lady bug cache. Short hike about 500 ft elevation gain and about a mile in lenth, there is a bench mark at the top near the cache. On out way down it started to rain, we took shelter under a tree for a while and when it slowed down a bit we made a dash to the Sidekick.&lt;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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378963351747918274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SqXqq2DHecI/AAAAAAAAAgM/NOERMZoset4/s320/rain.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378963631337641986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SqXq7HmgGAI/AAAAAAAAAgU/PqbLKs3pkOg/s320/two+wet.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378964121650389858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SqXrXqKK42I/AAAAAAAAAgc/wszenwqhRxo/s320/bench.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;We then continued our journey to the top, the road got muddy but we felt confident in the ability of the Sidekick, and never lost traction, we even explored a couple of slippery side trails and never even tried to get stuck. We had a blast. After several creeks and water crossings we made it to Riggs lake, pprox 9000 ft elevation! I wonder how they keep the water up here? By the way be on the lookout for bears playing with children.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378965641619870626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SqXswIfIk6I/AAAAAAAAAgk/njhv6QehWLw/s320/bears.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378966359180994546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SqXtZ5nCZ_I/AAAAAAAAAgs/nCuLQh81CeE/s320/riggs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On out way back cdown the mountain we did a little berry picking, there are wild berries growing alond side the road, if you look close you can spot some, and maybe even find a good looking berry lady.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378966914487526482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SqXt6OSbpFI/AAAAAAAAAg0/uzCnyigPT54/s320/berries.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378967039896333122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SqXuBheOK0I/AAAAAAAAAg8/8hMDPsnQGO8/s320/hot+mama.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy 31st Anniversary&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You are still my favorite wife.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/108239646703048845-1836682232747618283?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/1836682232747618283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=1836682232747618283' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/1836682232747618283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/1836682232747618283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2009/09/anniversary-on-mt-graham.html' title='Anniversary on Mt. Graham'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SqXvHmsZ8eI/AAAAAAAAAhM/ev2QiJxwDrY/s72-c/mullins.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108239646703048845.post-3279701094673177890</id><published>2009-08-30T14:53:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T15:25:10.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ATV Jamboree 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/Spr3-kFRoII/AAAAAAAAAfk/OqsJyG5fmQc/s1600-h/2007atvjamboree+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375881759429861506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/Spr3-kFRoII/AAAAAAAAAfk/OqsJyG5fmQc/s320/2007atvjamboree+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2007 Jamboree &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Opening ceremonies and breakfasts were held indoors,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are some of the people and displays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/Spr3o99hJfI/AAAAAAAAAfc/b_7h1pLFmPc/s1600-h/2007atvjamboree+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375881388419524082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/Spr3o99hJfI/AAAAAAAAAfc/b_7h1pLFmPc/s320/2007atvjamboree+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GPS Explorer ride challenges abilities with a GPS,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did you know that some maps used different datums?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With only two weeks to go before the jamboree, it is time to get serious about it. There are four tires that have to be mounted, meals planned, dutch oven of course, weather checked, bikes to prep, I wonder when Paul will find the time to do this, sweaters to be packed,( it will get cold Dusty ). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Paul has to be ahead on his school work so that he is not behind when he returns. This year Paul will get to make his first trip to the jamboree, along with Dusty and Rachael who will be up for the last couple of days and two rides. John and I are the seasoned veterans, John's eighth year and Mike's ninth. We are looking forward to the cooler weather from the low 40's to the mid 80's Ahhh. We will probably have a laptop to try to keep up to date with the rides, fun, and friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375885638026742818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/Spr7gU-1TCI/AAAAAAAAAfs/5nLg8T--gMM/s320/2007atvjamboree+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Who knew that trees came in colors other than green and dead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(remember we are from Phoenix, those are our choices)&lt;/p&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/108239646703048845-3279701094673177890?l=mikestribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/feeds/3279701094673177890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=108239646703048845&amp;postID=3279701094673177890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/3279701094673177890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/108239646703048845/posts/default/3279701094673177890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikestribe.blogspot.com/2009/08/atv-jamboree-2009.html' title='ATV Jamboree 2009'/><author><name>mikestribe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10506938858227208973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/SKrOQeua9yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_LZQIAJCUhk/S220/100_1502.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKgB0L91_s0/Spr3-kFRoII/AAAAAAAAAfk/OqsJyG5fmQc/s72-c/2007atvjamboree+095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
