<?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-4395327807328124318</id><updated>2011-07-29T01:12:50.069-05:00</updated><category term='Lisa&apos;a first baby momma day'/><title type='text'>My Daughter's Father</title><subtitle type='html'>Just a place to showcase our family.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>215</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-5761903915805865632</id><published>2010-07-24T22:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T22:37:50.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Worn and More Worn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, Stacy and I went looking for a replacement for the zx2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Even though I don't travel as much as I did. No more east TN, and only one overnight in the past 5 weeks.  The zx2 topped 276,000 miles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497677859664349362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TEus4qrSyLI/AAAAAAAACR8/5jgq3Z0DU5Q/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I changed the oil at 276,000, and scheduled the next change for 280,000 which will be oil change number 82.  Going to need a set of tires soon as well.  I just can't see a new set when I'm looking for another vehicle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497677867384776130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TEus5Hb_JcI/AAAAAAAACSE/YIRQSc4C4Bc/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While we were out today, the Camry rolled over to a whopping 100,000.  We bought the Camry six months before the zx2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TEus5zm5PhI/AAAAAAAACSU/mxQGLRwkhjU/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497677879241686546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TEus5zm5PhI/AAAAAAAACSU/mxQGLRwkhjU/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We stopped just before APSU, when I took the shot below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TEus5fKSEVI/AAAAAAAACSM/5R9WldSDJDw/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497677873752969554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TEus5fKSEVI/AAAAAAAACSM/5R9WldSDJDw/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So we are shopping for a two seat, sport convertable.  Or I should say that's what I'm looking for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-5761903915805865632?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/5761903915805865632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=5761903915805865632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/5761903915805865632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/5761903915805865632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2010/07/worn-and-more-worn.html' title='Worn and More Worn.'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TEus4qrSyLI/AAAAAAAACR8/5jgq3Z0DU5Q/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-1559949134121088712</id><published>2010-07-19T17:52:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T18:37:11.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>They Learn Quick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;After church as we drove into the garage, Emma wanted to ride bikes.  She wanted me to ride mine up and down the driveway as she rode her three wheeler.  She wanted to ride mine by herself, I said in due time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TETec8tZdSI/AAAAAAAACR0/JqDYKFRpj2s/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495762034213090594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TETec8tZdSI/AAAAAAAACR0/JqDYKFRpj2s/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After lunch and nap time, we went out to the garden.  I taught her how to hold the hose and where to point while watering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495755394972701570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TETYafnI04I/AAAAAAAACQM/VcMC5ZPZ988/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was getting good at it spraying back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495755399208251074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TETYavY-LsI/AAAAAAAACQU/eJ_P3aHgYjA/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice and easy.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495755406248082818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TETYbJnZfYI/AAAAAAAACQc/E5G956vjKgQ/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;She started to get a little sideways on me, so I asked for the hose back, which she gave me.  Foolish little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495755424690246002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TETYcOUWkXI/AAAAAAAACQs/GDlls7ilwI8/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.  I proceeded to hose her down, it's so cool to hear her laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495755419592245282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TETYb7U5QCI/AAAAAAAACQk/8srObVr8BTg/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run Emma, run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After a while she said Poppy, my turn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yea, duh, I gave her the hose back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495756625776053074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TETZiIthi1I/AAAAAAAACQ0/ZFdTNs3g27c/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At which point she started chasing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495756640576514658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TETZi_2OqmI/AAAAAAAACRE/n6jKWtW3Wvg/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495756627928727314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TETZiQuwvxI/AAAAAAAACQ8/KXAiYTYi8Ds/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the watering lesson, Emma crawled up next to Stacy to tell her, "we have to talk about this."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TETbdRebGMI/AAAAAAAACRs/FfT_7C-yF3g/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495758741252544706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TETbdRebGMI/AAAAAAAACRs/FfT_7C-yF3g/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nana, put the phone down, we have to talk about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TETbdFGTLVI/AAAAAAAACRk/SkDyAHIr0a4/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495758737930136914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TETbdFGTLVI/AAAAAAAACRk/SkDyAHIr0a4/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At this point she is telling Nana that I won't let her pick stuff out of the garden without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TETbcsRucuI/AAAAAAAACRc/DfMttyuxSCM/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495758731267175138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TETbcsRucuI/AAAAAAAACRc/DfMttyuxSCM/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was truly hard not to laugh as she was so expressive and like an Italian, she was all hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495756647016151058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TETZjX1juBI/AAAAAAAACRM/q1QQmXqx-uc/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt; There and here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TETZjh2gskI/AAAAAAAACRU/anPjo6kONGU/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495756649704501826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TETZjh2gskI/AAAAAAAACRU/anPjo6kONGU/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Back over here and everywhere.  We had a great day with Emma as we always do, she is growing so fast and talks more than all her aunts combined.&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/4395327807328124318-1559949134121088712?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/1559949134121088712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=1559949134121088712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/1559949134121088712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/1559949134121088712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2010/07/they-learn-quick.html' title='They Learn Quick'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TETec8tZdSI/AAAAAAAACR0/JqDYKFRpj2s/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-5230029449095288993</id><published>2010-07-18T13:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T13:57:55.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Friends-Still Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday afternoon was a blessing, we were able to get together with some old and dear friends.  When I say old, except for a few, I mean long time friends.  Some of these friendships have 15 years of history and continue to this day.  I pray that we will remain friends forever, because eternity is a long dang time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can say without a doubt, I love these people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TENL9xtyEMI/AAAAAAAACQE/dqVIlfE4NbM/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495319495011602626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TENL9xtyEMI/AAAAAAAACQE/dqVIlfE4NbM/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cathy, Don, Stacy, Emma, David, David and yes another David.  Stacy says that I like to keep friends named David to make it easy to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TENL9fLv8RI/AAAAAAAACP8/VXRoIKzvrjs/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495319490037018898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TENL9fLv8RI/AAAAAAAACP8/VXRoIKzvrjs/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mike, Betty, Bonnie, Lisa, Sheila, Lori and Cathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God continue to bless me with good friends.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&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/4395327807328124318-5230029449095288993?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/5230029449095288993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=5230029449095288993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/5230029449095288993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/5230029449095288993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2010/07/old-friends-still-friends.html' title='Old Friends-Still Friends'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TENL9xtyEMI/AAAAAAAACQE/dqVIlfE4NbM/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-5541723017525676638</id><published>2010-07-14T23:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T23:39:37.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Backyard Farmer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This afternoon I introduced Emma to the garden.  BIG mistake.  As I was trying to show her which tomatoes were ready to pick, all she saw was green "balls" on the bush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TD6PKH9yThI/AAAAAAAACP0/tsp3A1STkr0/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493985999538245138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TD6PKH9yThI/AAAAAAAACP0/tsp3A1STkr0/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We started with the tomato plants, but it was not long before she was all into the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TD6PJ-70P5I/AAAAAAAACPs/uIpqo0AWoM4/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493985997114064786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TD6PJ-70P5I/AAAAAAAACPs/uIpqo0AWoM4/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My apple tree is producing, but not as much as last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TD6OiD69D7I/AAAAAAAACPk/JBZa7zq1cUA/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493985311257857970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TD6OiD69D7I/AAAAAAAACPk/JBZa7zq1cUA/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Whenever I took my camera out of my pocket, Emma got this big smile and started to squint her eyes.  Every time I turned around to pick my peppers, she would reach into the tomato plants a pluck another green "ball" and drop it into the bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TD6OhkB59wI/AAAAAAAACPc/C4YOOG6VorI/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493985302697080578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TD6OhkB59wI/AAAAAAAACPc/C4YOOG6VorI/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emma ready to start harvesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TD6OhH0Ub-I/AAAAAAAACPU/2D6JKQWA7_Y/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493985295123902434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TD6OhH0Ub-I/AAAAAAAACPU/2D6JKQWA7_Y/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Big smiles for poppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TD6OgIpACbI/AAAAAAAACPM/Nxwj8KFb-Og/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493985278164994482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TD6OgIpACbI/AAAAAAAACPM/Nxwj8KFb-Og/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poppy, it's heby, I can't hold dit.&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/4395327807328124318-5541723017525676638?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/5541723017525676638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=5541723017525676638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/5541723017525676638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/5541723017525676638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2010/07/future-backyard-farmer.html' title='Future Backyard Farmer'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TD6PKH9yThI/AAAAAAAACP0/tsp3A1STkr0/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-1447704739544257662</id><published>2010-07-08T21:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T21:52:57.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hole In One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Monday, July 5th, my son in law, David  and I went and walked Mason Rudolph in the morning.  Then went to KFC for the double down sandwich.  After eating went back to do another round, glad we did.  On the par 3, 5th hole, I took my 8 iron out of the bag, addressed the ball and smacked it.  It looked good as it headed straight down toward the green.  The pin placement was right down in front today and the ball landing beyond the pin and drained back to the lip of the cup.  It just sat there, so David and I started to walk down the fairway and we looked up, the ball must have dropped!  When we approached the green, a green's keeper was standing there, he had watched the whole thing.  He said the ball stopped at the lip and the next thing he heard was the ball hitting the bottom of the cup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TDaNEXcgRwI/AAAAAAAACPE/KD_NQrlj1KE/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491731901777463042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TDaNEXcgRwI/AAAAAAAACPE/KD_NQrlj1KE/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So on display on my mantle is the ball, the scorecard and the pencil I recorded the ace with.  Wonder how long I can get away with it sitting there?&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/4395327807328124318-1447704739544257662?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/1447704739544257662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=1447704739544257662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/1447704739544257662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/1447704739544257662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2010/07/hole-in-one.html' title='Hole In One'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TDaNEXcgRwI/AAAAAAAACPE/KD_NQrlj1KE/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-8773269151138862404</id><published>2010-07-08T21:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T21:43:21.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'>July 4th 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have been to 2 of the last 3, fourth of July celebrations in Nashville.  I find the crowds to be a bit unsettling as does my daughter Nichole.  But we both braved the sea of people to see the show.  Most look at the fireworks which were spectacular, I watch the people.  People can be stupid and if you pay attention, you can find entertainment anywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TDaJBneD7bI/AAAAAAAACO8/J2mB_xtf5v4/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491727456492842418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TDaJBneD7bI/AAAAAAAACO8/J2mB_xtf5v4/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stacy loves the fireworks and does not care that you have to be arm pit deep in the crowd, the more the merrier she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TDaJBWf4NPI/AAAAAAAACO0/5seL1Lp1HlU/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491727451937060082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TDaJBWf4NPI/AAAAAAAACO0/5seL1Lp1HlU/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The General Jackson floated by, docked and the folks on board had the best seats in the house.  Next year, this is the way I'm going, and no traffic getting back out of town.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491725630687553922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TDaHXV0KKYI/AAAAAAAACOU/fQhQ_D3tgPU/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;The metro Nashville fire department turned a pumper boat loose to wet the banks of the Cumberland as to reduce a risk of fire.  It kind of worked, there were still a few fires that broke out next to LP Field, but the boat was there to put those out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491726567025207970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TDaIN18c6qI/AAAAAAAACOc/uAFR272egk4/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kayaks are cool.&lt;br /&gt;Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491726575572847602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TDaIOVyXi_I/AAAAAAAACOk/5ozJvsFOHOY/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Of course you have to have the local drunk girls do the Charley's Angels pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TDaIO3BHudI/AAAAAAAACOs/_AXCNJ5bBX0/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491726584493095378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TDaIO3BHudI/AAAAAAAACOs/_AXCNJ5bBX0/s320/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Nashville symphony was in pace with the fireworks, it was hard to tell considering all the explosions going off you could not hear the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491725604841908450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TDaHV1iE6OI/AAAAAAAACN8/BGuisBnhqc0/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Wednesday I was in Huntsville at the United Space Alliance, they oversee the space shuttle program.  I tried to get a walk on tryout to be an astronaut.  No nachos in space, except in the tube.  No thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TDaHWTEgqcI/AAAAAAAACOE/q7m-u1TNBtY/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491725612770961858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TDaHWTEgqcI/AAAAAAAACOE/q7m-u1TNBtY/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A framed vest used during the Apollo program.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I got a hole in one at Mason Rudolph Golf Course on Monday the 5Th of July.&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/4395327807328124318-8773269151138862404?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/8773269151138862404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=8773269151138862404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/8773269151138862404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/8773269151138862404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2010/07/july-4th-2010.html' title='July 4th 2010'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TDaJBneD7bI/AAAAAAAACO8/J2mB_xtf5v4/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-1264094244456897236</id><published>2010-06-24T23:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T23:26:50.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home All Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not used to being home everyday so Stacy and I are adjusting.  It's really great because the screen room is finished and it's relaxing to just sit out there, talk,  have dinner, listen to the birds sing and watch the sun go down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a honey-do list and actually have time to do the stuff on the list.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love being home, we have needed this for awhile.  All the girls are grown, involved with significant others and no longer living here.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's our time now and we're going to take it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-1264094244456897236?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/1264094244456897236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=1264094244456897236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/1264094244456897236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/1264094244456897236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2010/06/home-all-week.html' title='Home All Week'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-5194752383476221517</id><published>2010-06-22T22:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T23:56:11.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Riding Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been riding motorcycles since high school,  Stacy rode with me. Then Stacy and I got married and had the girls.  Stacy and I would never let our girls ride a motor at all with anyone.  Period.  My girls could never understand this since my parents and Stacy's parents let us ride.  Our explanation was that our parents didn't love us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; After the girls grew up and left the nest, I got the opportunity to ride again, thanks to my buddy David and Stacy.  He was selling his pristine VTX1300c and Stacy was letting be buy it from him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485816218387365394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TCGIyRgOPhI/AAAAAAAACMs/4IxF9iskzoY/s320/My+Bike+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I got the bike it had about 2,850 miles on it, it now has over 19,000.  I put the bike to good use on business trips to Memphis, Chattanooga, Johnson City, Knoxville, and Rockford TN, as well as just cruising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TCGMqmhkgNI/AAAAAAAACNs/OMbL5urVEjY/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485820484637720786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TCGMqmhkgNI/AAAAAAAACNs/OMbL5urVEjY/s320/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Got to hit Sonic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TCGKjhzkAMI/AAAAAAAACNk/aeSyxnxcSdA/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485818164088668354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TCGKjhzkAMI/AAAAAAAACNk/aeSyxnxcSdA/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Deal's Gap, North Carolina.  318 curves, 11 miles, 650 pound bike. Had to come back down, 736 curves, 22 miles, same 650 pound bike.  Felt like a total body workout when I finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TCGKjOTrG_I/AAAAAAAACNc/hn0ClvDFDAI/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485818158854642674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TCGKjOTrG_I/AAAAAAAACNc/hn0ClvDFDAI/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love it when Stacy takes trips with me.  My biker babe, I'm lucky, she loves to ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TCGKidg7kLI/AAAAAAAACNM/PtHoBZvA-3g/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485818145756909746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TCGKidg7kLI/AAAAAAAACNM/PtHoBZvA-3g/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Road trip back from Chattanooga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TCGIzni3mlI/AAAAAAAACNE/u9R8pf4kHNE/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485816241483913810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TCGIzni3mlI/AAAAAAAACNE/u9R8pf4kHNE/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Got to stop and get some coffee, listen to tunes and answer email while on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TCGIzCupsaI/AAAAAAAACM8/zWUMtytQzho/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485816231601222050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TCGIzCupsaI/AAAAAAAACM8/zWUMtytQzho/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some of the best places to stop and relax, grab a bite and fill up are small roadside spots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TCGIy3B8coI/AAAAAAAACM0/KXQGWvjjZ6M/s1600/County+roads+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485816228460917378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TCGIy3B8coI/AAAAAAAACM0/KXQGWvjjZ6M/s320/County+roads+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just get on, hold on, and shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485820493385406818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TCGMrHHLmWI/AAAAAAAACN0/NzWwVjsgf3Y/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you see this bike, stay back, stay away, or I will kick your door panel in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-5194752383476221517?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/5194752383476221517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=5194752383476221517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/5194752383476221517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/5194752383476221517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-riding-season.html' title='It&apos;s Riding Season'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TCGIyRgOPhI/AAAAAAAACMs/4IxF9iskzoY/s72-c/My+Bike+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-3601121664322919224</id><published>2010-06-19T23:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T00:22:55.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Screen Room Installation</title><content type='html'>Stacy has wanted a screen ever room since she first saw Don and Bonnie's who live across the street.  So once we saved the cash. Don put a plan together and we decided to go forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TB2how1ViTI/AAAAAAAACMk/zLk5CNwt_tM/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484717642882582834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TB2how1ViTI/AAAAAAAACMk/zLk5CNwt_tM/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The trusses were ordered and delivered, from this point on, no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TB2hoRtCR8I/AAAAAAAACMc/i0vXPBVeXcE/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484717634526267330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TB2hoRtCR8I/AAAAAAAACMc/i0vXPBVeXcE/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had to knock down the rails on the deck, get building permits and get ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TB2hnwwEHMI/AAAAAAAACMU/o4L4PIfXgdw/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484717625680600258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TB2hnwwEHMI/AAAAAAAACMU/o4L4PIfXgdw/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; David was a big help, he worked with Don when I was traveling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TB2hnPxyIUI/AAAAAAAACMM/hY3lWw3ZFrA/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484717616829440322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TB2hnPxyIUI/AAAAAAAACMM/hY3lWw3ZFrA/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;David and I both learned the business end of a hammer, I loved the pneumatic nail gun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TB2gnWZdE7I/AAAAAAAACME/YUa7WtoK37A/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484716519094817714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TB2gnWZdE7I/AAAAAAAACME/YUa7WtoK37A/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't try this at home, standing on the top rung of the ladder, while balancing something four times your weight is not a good idea.  But we did it, so it's OK.  No really, don't try this at home, one of the three in this photo is a trained professional. (Don)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TB2gmrEsGTI/AAAAAAAACL8/Hdsr1G1eDh8/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484716507464997170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TB2gmrEsGTI/AAAAAAAACL8/Hdsr1G1eDh8/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At this point I was starting to feel good about the project. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TB2gmbyRHoI/AAAAAAAACL0/9TOTHNCWrAc/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484716503361199746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TB2gmbyRHoI/AAAAAAAACL0/9TOTHNCWrAc/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trusses in place,roof and gutters installed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TB2gloX7pcI/AAAAAAAACLs/5C8xj-Mc2LU/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484716489560532418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TB2gloX7pcI/AAAAAAAACLs/5C8xj-Mc2LU/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The real deal.  Planted some more trees for shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TB2gkEl10CI/AAAAAAAACLk/WFY_mpXxIPI/s1600/SDC13752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484716462775324706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TB2gkEl10CI/AAAAAAAACLk/WFY_mpXxIPI/s320/SDC13752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reclaiming some space from the sun.  Making a nice place to read the paper in the morning or to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to thank Don and David, their sweat, love and yes blood, build this room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forever greatfull.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-3601121664322919224?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/3601121664322919224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=3601121664322919224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/3601121664322919224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/3601121664322919224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2010/06/screen-room-installation.html' title='Screen Room Installation'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TB2how1ViTI/AAAAAAAACMk/zLk5CNwt_tM/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-5548641597516507734</id><published>2010-06-17T22:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T23:34:38.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>After Nine Years-Finally......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I left the house on Monday for a whirlwind tour of my east Tennessee accounts for the last time.  It was bittersweet, I was saying goodbye to my clients in those markets and introducing them to the new operations manager I hired to take over the area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a great bunch of employees in the Chattanooga/Cleveland/Knoxville/Rockford markets and made a lot of friends in the past nine years in these towns.  I also ate at a lot of places all along the way as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I finally convinced our new district manager and our corporate office that I could no longer give the customer service needed for 5400 hours per week of coverage while I traveled so much of the time.  I was doing, each week between 1200 to 1500 miles of Tennessee interstates and back roads.  Being required to make off hour visits/penetration tests, and clients visits twice a month was a monumental task in itself, add in problems, recruiting, hiring and training I was gone a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My new area is middle Tennessee, I'll have 3180 hours per week and 375 miles round trip, all straight line mostly.  Instead of I-40, I-24 and I-75, my area is now I-65, straight up and down the short part of the state.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could not have maintained the level of service needed to do this job without the support of Stacy.  I will be the first to admit I was committed to doing my job, that I would come home and start right back to work when I got home, staying up until I finished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was patient, she was kind, no matter how much I would snap at her because of the stress, she would smile and still give me encouragement.  She went out of her way to take on the stuff around the house so I would not have to deal with it, and I love her to death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have said it before and it still rings true, without her, I am nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm looking forward to being home each night and giving her the only thing she has asked for, me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-5548641597516507734?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/5548641597516507734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=5548641597516507734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/5548641597516507734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/5548641597516507734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2010/06/after-nine-years-finally.html' title='After Nine Years-Finally......'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-2957327902143089532</id><published>2010-06-15T20:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:19:38.804-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking at Adding a Hobby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have hired someone to cover East Tennessee, and my area has been reduced to middle TN and Northern Alabama.  From 5,600 hours a week of coverage to 3180 a week.  From 1200 miles round trip, to 320 round trip.  ( my car is so happy).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My nights away from home for business have come to an end as we know it.  Where one to two days a week in East Tennessee have been the norm, now one day a month will be the norm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our food budget will rise as I will not be eating out on trips, the biggest adjustment will be Stacy/I cooking more each week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I have to find a hobby, since I was told I can't join the Bass Master's circuit, I need some hints.  I have asked some blogger and face book friends for ideas.  But they were lame, so here are some of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TBguKBj6B4I/AAAAAAAACLc/m7aazqZXhiM/s1600/Cruisin+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483183296076187522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TBguKBj6B4I/AAAAAAAACLc/m7aazqZXhiM/s320/Cruisin+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ride more, a lot more.  My ideal trip would be to ride to Key West or to San Diego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TBguJsyWw0I/AAAAAAAACLU/cHqRyQw40yg/s1600/Vacation+06.09+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483183290499646274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TBguJsyWw0I/AAAAAAAACLU/cHqRyQw40yg/s320/Vacation+06.09+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Workin' on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TBguJcgBxZI/AAAAAAAACLM/ToSphuGKGVM/s1600/Cruisin+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483183286127805842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TBguJcgBxZI/AAAAAAAACLM/ToSphuGKGVM/s320/Cruisin+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Riding some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TBguIywmEBI/AAAAAAAACLE/G86TCsJK4-E/s1600/66+Mustang.pony+interior.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483183274923003922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TBguIywmEBI/AAAAAAAACLE/G86TCsJK4-E/s320/66+Mustang.pony+interior.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Find and restore a 66' Mustang, this is my dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really..... girls father's day is coming........&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/4395327807328124318-2957327902143089532?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/2957327902143089532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=2957327902143089532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/2957327902143089532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/2957327902143089532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2010/06/looking-at-adding-hobby.html' title='Looking at Adding a Hobby'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TBguKBj6B4I/AAAAAAAACLc/m7aazqZXhiM/s72-c/Cruisin+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-4735533789454221976</id><published>2010-06-14T19:05:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T20:12:05.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a Long Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have been real busy over the past two months to say the least.  One of my peers at work was terminated and his load was spread out between the three of us Operations Managers.  It added northern Alabama to my area along with coverage to Bristol Virginia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have been building a screen room on our deck, Stacy loves to have her quiet time on the deck in the morning.  But the angle and direction the sun sets makes the deck hotter than you know where in the afternoon.  This will allow us to use the deck all day any day and give me a nice outside place to fire up the Cubans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We also took a 7 day Caribbean cruise, the preparation for the 7 days out of the office had me working long hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm happy and elated to report that I have hired an Operations Manager who will be responsible for all of East Tennessee and will free me up to cover middle Tennessee!  My overnight travel will all but stop and my work load will be reduced in half.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TBbOZq5L9AI/AAAAAAAACK8/jK4YSRRVwoc/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482796536776356866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TBbOZq5L9AI/AAAAAAAACK8/jK4YSRRVwoc/s320/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The screen room addition, complete with two ceiling fans for the afternoon heat.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482794309384347890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TBbMYBNjIPI/AAAAAAAACJ8/C4-nZj_mCwg/s320/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The screen panels are actually screen doors and fit right into place and can be replaced easily if damaged.  When finished, it will be time for Stacy to start buying more furniture because for some reason, we gave our deck furniture to Mandy and David.  Lisa got the old porch swing.  I think it was an excuse to buy more stuff, she's worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TBbN-U8lCzI/AAAAAAAACK0/JJgW4J_R6yk/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482796067028536114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TBbN-U8lCzI/AAAAAAAACK0/JJgW4J_R6yk/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then it was cruise time, we started and stopped in San Juan, Puerto Rico.  San Juan is a beautiful place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TBbN-GhDGXI/AAAAAAAACKs/HOxN5iqX_Gw/s1600/SDC13421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482796063154968946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TBbN-GhDGXI/AAAAAAAACKs/HOxN5iqX_Gw/s320/SDC13421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; St Thomas ocean kayaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TBbN97SQtEI/AAAAAAAACKk/Wyi6qa7Ofmg/s1600/SDC13673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482796060140155970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TBbN97SQtEI/AAAAAAAACKk/Wyi6qa7Ofmg/s320/SDC13673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; St Maarten, dive helmet diving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TBbN9bn8piI/AAAAAAAACKc/RoTRCb9T1ak/s1600/SDC13564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482796051641181730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TBbN9bn8piI/AAAAAAAACKc/RoTRCb9T1ak/s320/SDC13564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; St Lucia, pirate extravaganza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TBbMZVIw-UI/AAAAAAAACKU/M58JWf7prmY/s1600/SDC13622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482794331912862018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TBbMZVIw-UI/AAAAAAAACKU/M58JWf7prmY/s320/SDC13622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;St Kitts, zip lining above the tree line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TBbMY4Yl3NI/AAAAAAAACKM/lrN_KVgx1gs/s1600/SDC13462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482794324194614482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TBbMY4Yl3NI/AAAAAAAACKM/lrN_KVgx1gs/s320/SDC13462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dominica tubing on the island's longest river.  Dominica has 365 rivers on the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TBbMYv-FTdI/AAAAAAAACKE/U4Gh-ETj-0Y/s1600/SDC13491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482794321935945170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TBbMYv-FTdI/AAAAAAAACKE/U4Gh-ETj-0Y/s320/SDC13491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Barbados catamaran trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So to say we have been busy is an understatement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope to be able to update this blog on a regular basis.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like therapy for me, and you all know I need therapy.&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/4395327807328124318-4735533789454221976?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/4735533789454221976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=4735533789454221976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/4735533789454221976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/4735533789454221976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2010/06/been-long-time.html' title='Been a Long Time'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/TBbOZq5L9AI/AAAAAAAACK8/jK4YSRRVwoc/s72-c/030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-1888023862966968298</id><published>2010-04-01T06:37:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T06:48:35.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The house is back to where it started at the beginning of February before the great flood. Everything is dry and put back into place. Stacy's happy so, we are all happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next project?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Adding a 380 sq ft screen room on to the deck. Complete with fireplace, lounge chairs, a hammock and porch furniture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stacy wants this space to be used for relaxing, family dinners, community group meetings, reading and quiet time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel this should be known as the "Cuban Room", and yes there will be smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How many of you think I'm going to get away with the Cuban Room?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-1888023862966968298?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/1888023862966968298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=1888023862966968298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/1888023862966968298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/1888023862966968298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2010/04/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-4749787052298368556</id><published>2010-03-21T17:40:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T18:54:06.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Weeks and One Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday morning began as most other Saturdays do, we got out of bed and enjoyed our coffee as we watched the latest news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had entered the master bath and brushed my teeth about 8:30am, then went up to the bonus room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;About 9:15am, I heard Stacy call for me in one of those low primal growls. I ran down stairs to find her standing in pooling water in the master bath. I could hear water running, so I opened the cabinets and saw water squirting out of the cold water supply line just above the cut off valve, but below the faucet. I reached in and turned the valve off to stop the leak, when I grasped the supply line connector nut, it was only finger tight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I grabbed a wrench out of the garage and tightened the connector. I then checked the hot water supply line, same thing, finger tight. I checked all the lines on all then new supply lines in both baths and toilet connections. All finger tight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stacy had the contractor on the phone before you could say, well I won't repeat what she was saying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, the contractor had someone out in less than an hour and we had an old familiar friend in the master bath again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S6agkyzJVHI/AAAAAAAACJ0/BjnkmQASBLw/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451220952950592626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S6agkyzJVHI/AAAAAAAACJ0/BjnkmQASBLw/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mr. Dehumidifier and Mr. Blower were moved back in. I think these two have moved back in more than my boomerang girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-4749787052298368556?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/4749787052298368556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=4749787052298368556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/4749787052298368556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/4749787052298368556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2010/03/seven-weeks-and-one-day.html' title='Seven Weeks and One Day'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S6agkyzJVHI/AAAAAAAACJ0/BjnkmQASBLw/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-443873060182508304</id><published>2010-03-14T15:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T15:12:31.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Weeks and Four Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This Tuesday will be six weeks and four days since the big flood.  It's also the day we get the new carpet installed!  So today after church Stacy and I kind of prepped the house.  Moved the photo frames and nick nacks off the furniture, the carpet installer will move the furniture around, but not the small stuff.  So on Wednesday we should be back to some kind of normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What normal is for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-443873060182508304?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/443873060182508304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=443873060182508304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/443873060182508304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/443873060182508304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2010/03/six-weeks-and-four-days.html' title='Six Weeks and Four Days'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-4257948664017217070</id><published>2010-03-11T22:39:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T23:19:49.944-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is to Short</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been extremely busy the past few months, and I have not stopped to smell the roses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  It seems that time has been going by so fast and I'm uncomfortable with it's pace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Case in point, my older brother has always been 13 years my senior, but now that he is 65, he's freakin' old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My little sister will be 51 tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Toddlers I watched grow up are now 17 years old and driving cars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Longer recovery from workouts, and sometimes the little pains continue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All my babies are now grown, they are strong independent women and no longer at home.  I miss them all, and wish I could see them more often.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a grandfather, who would have thunk it?  Let alone live long enough to be one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From this point forward, I'm going to concentrate what makes my life good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stacy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because without her, I am nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No one every said on their death bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; "I wish I spent more time at the office."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-4257948664017217070?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/4257948664017217070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=4257948664017217070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/4257948664017217070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/4257948664017217070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-is-to-short.html' title='Life is to Short'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-4592719874805699347</id><published>2010-02-27T06:50:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T07:21:56.284-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 22 of the Great Flood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally got both bathrooms back in place and operational. Ordered the carpet last week, this week we were told it won't be manufactured until at least next week. Which means it won't be installed until the week after next, or close to day 32.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But all in all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we have God who loves us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a roof over our heads,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a job that keeps me busy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;good friends, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a great church'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and our health.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Above all, I have Stacy, nothing else matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-4592719874805699347?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/4592719874805699347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=4592719874805699347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/4592719874805699347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/4592719874805699347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-22-of-great-flood.html' title='Day 22 of the Great Flood'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-734338478138408123</id><published>2010-02-22T08:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T08:20:05.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 17 of the Great Flood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are on day 17 of the great flood at our home.  So far we have the new tile installed in the guest bath, new tile in the laundry room and the master bath up and running again.  Next week we get to look forward to getting new carpet installed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a little behind schedule today because I had to take the zx2 to the shop for an alternator.  The battery light has been coming on and going off over the last few weeks.  Now it's staying on longer than off.  I did the 73rd oil change yesterday and removed the negative battery cable while the engine was running.  The engine died, a sure sign that the alternator was gone.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 263,115 miles and counting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, yea, Stacy's brakes are squeaking, another repair coming soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-734338478138408123?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/734338478138408123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=734338478138408123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/734338478138408123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/734338478138408123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-17-of-great-flood.html' title='Day 17 of the Great Flood'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-6382622737827057241</id><published>2010-02-16T23:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T23:44:56.635-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Dave Ramsey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stacy and I read the Total Money Makeover by Dave Ramsey about 6 years ago (at her urging).  I have to tell you, I was hesitant at first, because I like to buy stuff.  Technology stuff.  Expensive Tech stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a truly blessed husband, as Stacy HATES to shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, thanks to Ramsey's plan, except for our home we are debt free.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since December of 2009 we have had to deal with the following:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My car, melt down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stacy's Camry, catalytic converter shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Burst pipe in house, working on a fix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But because of our emergency fund, we've got the money to cover deductibles.   We also have the cash to replace the zx2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good thing.  It's got 262,835 miles on it, and as I hit a bump on the way to Knoxville yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S3t7MDbh0sI/AAAAAAAACJs/iawBbWb8Fr8/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439076421989421762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S3t7MDbh0sI/AAAAAAAACJs/iawBbWb8Fr8/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crack! This crack went from driver's side to center.  This morning, it spread all the way across the windshield.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-6382622737827057241?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/6382622737827057241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=6382622737827057241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/6382622737827057241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/6382622737827057241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2010/02/thank-you-dave-ramsey.html' title='Thank You Dave Ramsey!'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S3t7MDbh0sI/AAAAAAAACJs/iawBbWb8Fr8/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-3431424823969764660</id><published>2010-02-12T23:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T00:06:38.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7 of the Flood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; We are on day 7 of the great flood, the pipe that broke was under the house and was spraying up on to the sub floor.  There was also a drain leak in the master.  What a mess.  Stacy took everything out of the master bedroom closet for the restoration company, and moved things all around.  Being an Army wife, she is used to dealing with hardships, and I have got to sing her praises on this one.  She has adapted, improvised and overcame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S3Y7YXjYyAI/AAAAAAAACJE/fT5HcS8HTlQ/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437598889921792002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S3Y7YXjYyAI/AAAAAAAACJE/fT5HcS8HTlQ/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stacy's 'closet' just outside the dining room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S3Y7X3zXVzI/AAAAAAAACI8/0TUDb5XoeSY/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437598881398871858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S3Y7X3zXVzI/AAAAAAAACI8/0TUDb5XoeSY/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Laundry room in the hallway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S3Y7XYW3ZtI/AAAAAAAACI0/bIxUZu4iK8U/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437598872957839058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S3Y7XYW3ZtI/AAAAAAAACI0/bIxUZu4iK8U/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Toilet in the tub.  Had to rip up the new tile in the guest bath to dry the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437598892747602818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S3Y7YiFHO4I/AAAAAAAACJM/SltVWs_l_Ho/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did have a bright spot this evening.  We have Emma for a Nana and Poppy sleep over tonight.  Emma and I were watching Veggie Tales, 'Saint Nicholas' (my fav) when I looked over and she was 'in' the arm rest pushing buttons on the chair phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437598903279289170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S3Y7ZJUEA1I/AAAAAAAACJU/yHjXmw_BwYs/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The effects of Holiday Oreos on a grandchild. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-3431424823969764660?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/3431424823969764660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=3431424823969764660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/3431424823969764660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/3431424823969764660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-7-of-flood.html' title='Day 7 of the Flood.'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S3Y7YXjYyAI/AAAAAAAACJE/fT5HcS8HTlQ/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-8967124680288183368</id><published>2010-02-09T20:25:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T20:57:34.407-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quaker Steak and Lube</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I left Clarksville this morning in a snow storm and after a brief stop in Nashville got into Knoxville about dinner time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next to the hotel is the World Famous, Quaker Steak and Lube.  Man vs Food did an episode on the Atomic wings here.  So since I was in town and right next door, I wanted to check out the wings.  I already tried the burgers here last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436436606787559618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S3IaSleAoMI/AAAAAAAACHs/DlzIzbfTRqw/s320/Quaker+State+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; In the parking lot, getting ready to head in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S3IaTTrIKSI/AAAAAAAACH8/IOjcE5_KTEc/s1600-h/Quaker+State+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436436619190610210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S3IaTTrIKSI/AAAAAAAACH8/IOjcE5_KTEc/s320/Quaker+State+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inside, looks like one of my daughters is employed as a valet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436439441856949330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S3Ic3m7ObFI/AAAAAAAACIs/B25Pf8jncO0/s320/Quaker+State+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I have more than one daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S3IaTEkOK6I/AAAAAAAACH0/u3YrvhG0UWA/s1600-h/Quaker+State+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436436615135112098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S3IaTEkOK6I/AAAAAAAACH0/u3YrvhG0UWA/s320/Quaker+State+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tuesday is all you can eat wings. So I ordered all I could eat and an un-sweet iced tea. These were mild wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436438603426847074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S3IcGzh6WWI/AAAAAAAACIk/LJlYGUaFy3I/s320/Quaker+State+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt; My next round was hot, and yes they were, and yes after an hour I still feel the burn (it's a good burn).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436436969601367170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S3IantDj_II/AAAAAAAACIU/7liPS4PEUX0/s320/Quaker+State+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I have to work tomorrow so I didn't try the atomic, maybe next time.  I wish I was still in Clarksville so I could stuff my face into the snow to put out the fire.&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/4395327807328124318-8967124680288183368?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/8967124680288183368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=8967124680288183368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/8967124680288183368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/8967124680288183368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2010/02/quaker-steak-and-lube.html' title='Quaker Steak and Lube'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S3IaSleAoMI/AAAAAAAACHs/DlzIzbfTRqw/s72-c/Quaker+State+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-4970358696935972636</id><published>2010-02-09T07:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T07:14:18.141-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mo Snow.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you live in Clarksville on the rain/snow line, you can't rely on the weather people to get it right.  So I just go with whatever happens.  This morning I was delighted to see light fluffy snowflakes as I got my paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Delighted with the snow after the snow hell from two weeks ago?  Yep, it didn't stick in Nashville so I didn't take any, "I can't get to work calls".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S3FdZxvhqeI/AAAAAAAACHk/UE87Z5mjk-0/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436228922643687906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S3FdZxvhqeI/AAAAAAAACHk/UE87Z5mjk-0/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Big snowflakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S3FdZbwol1I/AAAAAAAACHc/zUjRy5EpVqY/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436228916742756178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S3FdZbwol1I/AAAAAAAACHc/zUjRy5EpVqY/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Montgomery County schools closed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S3FdZNclHAI/AAAAAAAACHU/kFCstCjBAk0/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436228912900545538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S3FdZNclHAI/AAAAAAAACHU/kFCstCjBAk0/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mo snow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S3FdYYuJrVI/AAAAAAAACHM/H1LeuTbZB8w/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436228898747166034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S3FdYYuJrVI/AAAAAAAACHM/H1LeuTbZB8w/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The dogs are not going to like this when I get them up in a few.&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/4395327807328124318-4970358696935972636?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/4970358696935972636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=4970358696935972636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/4970358696935972636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/4970358696935972636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2010/02/mo-snow.html' title='Mo Snow.....'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S3FdZxvhqeI/AAAAAAAACHk/UE87Z5mjk-0/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-3130559606053455757</id><published>2010-02-08T22:30:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T06:30:07.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Squish Went the Carpet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went to the bathroom Friday night and the carpet in the hallway squished between my toes. Carpet squishing is never good on any night, let alone on a Friday. I really don't like it when it happens inside my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stacy asked me to get her steam cleaner, and she got up as much water as she could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I called a local contractor I know Saturday morning and he came right over. He took a look, said he would be back on Monday morning to rip up the floor and find the leak. I also called my insurance agent who directed me to report the leak, which I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I borrowed David and Mandy's shop vac on Saturday and vacuumed the area three times a day until Monday when my contractor came back.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S3Dm-PFXrDI/AAAAAAAACHE/GyZ5_Lq4u8E/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436098707111521330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S3Dm-PFXrDI/AAAAAAAACHE/GyZ5_Lq4u8E/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The area in front of the bathroom, after the carpet and pad were removed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S3Dm9t7DzhI/AAAAAAAACG8/OBg5xZyPjg8/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436098698209906194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S3Dm9t7DzhI/AAAAAAAACG8/OBg5xZyPjg8/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The nice view from my home office to the laundry room and guest bath. How lovely. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S3DmcgJfEzI/AAAAAAAACGs/XKuy5vH_w2I/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436098127576634162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S3DmcgJfEzI/AAAAAAAACGs/XKuy5vH_w2I/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A better view of the area in front of the bathroom, after the vanity was pulled. The source of the leak was not here. After more investigation, a leak was discovered at a drain in the master bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S3DmcSiJiJI/AAAAAAAACGk/oHq3UO8NHfU/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436098123921983634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S3DmcSiJiJI/AAAAAAAACGk/oHq3UO8NHfU/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The master bath after the vanity and double sink were removed.  But, after this drain was patched, a pressure test was done. Guess what? A pressure leak was detected back in the guest bath. Oh Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S3Dmb7gU_WI/AAAAAAAACGc/CS2ZCEOvMKM/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436098117740330338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S3Dmb7gU_WI/AAAAAAAACGc/CS2ZCEOvMKM/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who would not like a double sink in their living room? Don't be jealous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S3DmbdrWUjI/AAAAAAAACGU/2qnt6UErthY/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436098109733491250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S3DmbdrWUjI/AAAAAAAACGU/2qnt6UErthY/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So this evening, we have two showers we can use, no sinks in either bathroom, and one functional toilet in the master bath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It's all good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please pray for Stacy, if you know her, you will know why.&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/4395327807328124318-3130559606053455757?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/3130559606053455757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=3130559606053455757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/3130559606053455757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/3130559606053455757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2010/02/squish-went-carpet.html' title='Squish Went the Carpet'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S3Dm-PFXrDI/AAAAAAAACHE/GyZ5_Lq4u8E/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-7243602603685727806</id><published>2010-02-06T23:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T22:21:03.981-06:00</updated><title type='text'>David is a big 34!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday we celebrated my son-in-law David's 34th birthday.  It was the first time since Christmas that we had all the girls, husbands and significant others to the house at one time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S25VzkWdCNI/AAAAAAAACGM/mUQl-ZerMpc/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435376144702310610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S25VzkWdCNI/AAAAAAAACGM/mUQl-ZerMpc/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt DiDi and Emma sharing chocolate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S25VzczSYDI/AAAAAAAACGE/GBSg6NO2TFM/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435376142675763250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S25VzczSYDI/AAAAAAAACGE/GBSg6NO2TFM/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The birthday boy (man).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S25VzJW2aoI/AAAAAAAACF8/cg3JF6BhaxM/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435376137456216706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S25VzJW2aoI/AAAAAAAACF8/cg3JF6BhaxM/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emma and David have a special relationship, they became fast friends from the day she was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S25VyiyIi3I/AAAAAAAACF0/EtXXM4sdsl0/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435376127101668210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S25VyiyIi3I/AAAAAAAACF0/EtXXM4sdsl0/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emma giving David some birthday love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; A good time was had by all.&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/4395327807328124318-7243602603685727806?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/7243602603685727806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=7243602603685727806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/7243602603685727806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/7243602603685727806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2010/02/david-is-big-34.html' title='David is a big 34!'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S25VzkWdCNI/AAAAAAAACGM/mUQl-ZerMpc/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-3097848043048135000</id><published>2010-02-05T22:00:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T00:57:59.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday to Friday-What a Week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;January 28th, will be a day I remember for at least a week. Returning from a business trip on Thursday night, just in time to be home for the mother of all snow storms to hit middle Tennessee the next morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday morning came, I jumped to my feet to look out the window only to find, nothing. I had planned on working from home because driving to Nashville would have been too dangerous according to the Channel ___'s (add your station) Weather. If I was as accurate as these guys, I would have been fired along time ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waiting for the storm on Friday, I completed all my reports, watched and watched the sky. I was able to hit Ft. Campbell and retrieve my ironing, still watching the sky. Have lunch at the PX food court while watching the sky. Then made it home, while still watching the sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday night was a night from hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had employees who could not make it to work, employees who could not make it out of work. Not just in Nashville, but Johnson City, Rockford, Knoxville, Gordonsville, Cleveland and Chattanooga. In all I took/made 83 phone calls from Friday night to Monday morning. I was changing schedules to make sure there was no missed coverage. To those who toughed it out and in some cases pulled a 24 hour shift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I salute your dedication and service. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S20F1mgTpqI/AAAAAAAACFs/AtiOBhh-QU4/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435006743733315234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S20F1mgTpqI/AAAAAAAACFs/AtiOBhh-QU4/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our deck Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S20F08tyntI/AAAAAAAACFk/wLyL_Htxh6A/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435006732515581650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S20F08tyntI/AAAAAAAACFk/wLyL_Htxh6A/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; People say, "I love the snow. It's so pretty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S20F0ma10tI/AAAAAAAACFc/KQNuOLBVEfc/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435006726530519762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S20F0ma10tI/AAAAAAAACFc/KQNuOLBVEfc/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not so pretty when Sammy dumps on the deck. (I found Sammy's little deposits today after the snow melted off the deck.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday it was to the ortho doctor to look at my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S20FAIrYhFI/AAAAAAAACFU/utA0WUawZFY/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435005825193641042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S20FAIrYhFI/AAAAAAAACFU/utA0WUawZFY/s320/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My thumb a year ago this week, after a great weekend with Graham in upstate NY. After the check up, no artritis, no bad breaks, just a skier's thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S20E_jZg9NI/AAAAAAAACFM/GqshHq6OON8/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435005815186584786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S20E_jZg9NI/AAAAAAAACFM/GqshHq6OON8/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My thumb today after steroid treatments this week. Looking good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday after my orthopaedic appointment for my hand, it was off to Knoxville. Woo Hoo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday I was already to hit it again in Nashville, when I realized I had worked everyday since January 25th. So I took yesterday, Thursday as a day off, I went geocaching and relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S20EUxpjbMI/AAAAAAAACFE/s-yeyy53bLU/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435005080277576898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S20EUxpjbMI/AAAAAAAACFE/s-yeyy53bLU/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Part of the green way at the end of Pollard Rd. Some snow remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S20EUUyn9NI/AAAAAAAACE8/oqKq8_u7u6I/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435005072530994386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S20EUUyn9NI/AAAAAAAACE8/oqKq8_u7u6I/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fencing on the green way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S20ETyai3NI/AAAAAAAACE0/K3caS5QfBas/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435005063303191762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S20ETyai3NI/AAAAAAAACE0/K3caS5QfBas/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trice Landing, New Providence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S20ETtCmZaI/AAAAAAAACEs/FwzUchQPqqU/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435005061860582818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S20ETtCmZaI/AAAAAAAACEs/FwzUchQPqqU/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stream feeding Cumberland River at Trice Landing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S20ETIzM_qI/AAAAAAAACEk/rBdbufuCUog/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435005052132327074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S20ETIzM_qI/AAAAAAAACEk/rBdbufuCUog/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trice Landing with the Cumberland in the backdrop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazing, the weather forecasters on Channel____ are again predicting snow. I have already had one employee call tonight, February 6th at 12:29am about getting to work tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give me a break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all a great week. Tomorrow we celebrate David's 34th birthday. Family get together, my favorite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-3097848043048135000?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/3097848043048135000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=3097848043048135000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/3097848043048135000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/3097848043048135000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2010/02/friday-to-friday-what-week.html' title='Friday to Friday-What a Week!'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S20F1mgTpqI/AAAAAAAACFs/AtiOBhh-QU4/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-2781804947441070995</id><published>2010-01-31T12:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T12:48:31.731-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been a Long Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been a long while since I posted something to this blog, I almost gave up on it.  Someone became offended/hurt because of something I blogged about.  Most know I have can have a caustic sense of humor at times, and I don't pull any punches.  That's the way the Good Lord made me and I know that He does not make mistakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I have decided that I enjoy blogging and it has been therapeutic for me as well.  I'm in excellent health according to my annual physical that I completed last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I have decided that 2010 will be a more healthy year, cutting back on fast food, working out more and yes, the Cubans will be held to special occasions only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me repeat, cut back, not give up, working out more, not less. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S2XJz1q1LaI/AAAAAAAACEc/bMqa8j9XKk0/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432970417909607842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S2XJz1q1LaI/AAAAAAAACEc/bMqa8j9XKk0/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Corn dogs are not fast food, corn dogs have handles, so they are actually a food tool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the sounds and smells of winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S2XJzm-HG1I/AAAAAAAACEU/RF1_nNMUxm4/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432970413963942738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S2XJzm-HG1I/AAAAAAAACEU/RF1_nNMUxm4/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took this one on Eastbound I-24 just before Monteagle TN., last week.  I always wanted to get this shot, and after traveling there for over 10 years finally got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S2XJzFnbcJI/AAAAAAAACEM/husxzAckhP4/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432970405010436242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S2XJzFnbcJI/AAAAAAAACEM/husxzAckhP4/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The queen of the backyard during our January 29, 2010 snow storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S2XJy8UoctI/AAAAAAAACEE/SIa_FQpws44/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432970402515677906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S2XJy8UoctI/AAAAAAAACEE/SIa_FQpws44/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't know how much snow you got during this storm, but ours was about ankle deep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, this year I will serve more, give more, and always remember that I need to smile more.&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/4395327807328124318-2781804947441070995?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/2781804947441070995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=2781804947441070995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/2781804947441070995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/2781804947441070995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s Been a Long Time'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/S2XJz1q1LaI/AAAAAAAACEc/bMqa8j9XKk0/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-3476661916683648101</id><published>2010-01-02T11:15:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T12:29:35.695-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Eve In Knoxville</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; For the past three years Stacy and I have gone to Knoxville for the New Year's holiday.  Two of the three years were awesome, the first and third were the best.  Last year was such a disaster, totally destroyed by work.  But this year it seemed to go off without a hitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sz-EJEQPoLI/AAAAAAAACDM/cqNa5s4S81s/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422197767672930482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sz-EJEQPoLI/AAAAAAAACDM/cqNa5s4S81s/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First stop after we checked into the hotel, was Wasabi, a great Japanese steak house.  This is the sushi bar, they do great things with raw fish.  It all looked so good, but we were there for the ringside cooking of the masters who throw food around and the show they put on.  The steak melted in our mouths and the rest of the dinner was excellent too.  Stacy said it was the best steak she has ever had.  I highly recommend Wasabi, Lovell Rd, exit 376, I-40.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since we finished dinner kind of early, and since we had not been to Walmart in the last 24 hours it was off to the local Wally's.  It was about 9:30pm, it was the most deserted Wally's I have ever seen.  I thought it was because it was New Year's Eve, nope.  The Vols were playing in a bowl game on TV.  If you know anything about Knoxville, it's one of the biggest, if not the biggest college football towns in the country.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Want to get into a fight fast in Knoxville?  Stand anywhere with a Florida State sweatshirt on and say, "UT has football? Really?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Bang there it is! The fight starts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After Wallys, we headed for Downtown and my favorites, people watching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sz-EI-hYnXI/AAAAAAAACDE/LBIdfZfo8I0/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422197766134209906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sz-EI-hYnXI/AAAAAAAACDE/LBIdfZfo8I0/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm hoping these are balloon hats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sz-EIRXx9xI/AAAAAAAACC8/b5KyGB8vTSg/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422197754014332690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sz-EIRXx9xI/AAAAAAAACC8/b5KyGB8vTSg/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Downtown Knoxville was set up in a beautiful display of lights, mostly blues and whites, &lt;div&gt;the lights made it seem more welcoming.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sz-EICVnoSI/AAAAAAAACC0/tTcEEIn5P_A/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422197749978734882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sz-EICVnoSI/AAAAAAAACC0/tTcEEIn5P_A/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lots more whites and blues, comforting, calming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sz-EH4Hy0bI/AAAAAAAACCs/boLR0qvH9c0/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422197747236393394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sz-EH4Hy0bI/AAAAAAAACCs/boLR0qvH9c0/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More soothing soft blue and white lights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sz-Cpr4p9zI/AAAAAAAACCk/dEh8VmWUWEo/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422196129043969842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sz-Cpr4p9zI/AAAAAAAACCk/dEh8VmWUWEo/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In case you forget where you are at, there is a big Tennessee sign above this theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422198343264861234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sz-EqkgDfDI/AAAAAAAACDU/hIMlaxLXItU/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;There was ice skating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422198346990116434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sz-EqyYOXlI/AAAAAAAACDc/NAfnjK6Z6QY/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Stacy was drinking.  Pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sz-BgN8_wuI/AAAAAAAACB0/-PWHVNjzicU/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422194866878661346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sz-BgN8_wuI/AAAAAAAACB0/-PWHVNjzicU/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I had to ask someone why Knoxville used so many blue and white University of Kentucky colors?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bang, there it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sz-BfibYolI/AAAAAAAACBs/1KXATR0plfc/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422194855194960466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sz-BfibYolI/AAAAAAAACBs/1KXATR0plfc/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The countdown started and we were in the middle of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sz-BfK8moWI/AAAAAAAACBc/JqNDwRvwBo8/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422194848891838818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sz-BfK8moWI/AAAAAAAACBc/JqNDwRvwBo8/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The countdown continues as the big ball starts to drop over Market Square in Knoxville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sz-AgTSmxfI/AAAAAAAACBU/m7DHSnFm64o/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422193768799847922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sz-AgTSmxfI/AAAAAAAACBU/m7DHSnFm64o/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting closer to 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422196122476501266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sz-CpTa2WRI/AAAAAAAACCc/hF5dBSrI-4o/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Two seconds to go...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422193757609864850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sz-AfpmtLpI/AAAAAAAACBE/KzM4PzIxDoY/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Welcome two thousand, ten!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or, what Stacy is calling it Oh - Ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sz-AgG22tkI/AAAAAAAACBM/_4Xd-rOcwo4/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422193765462226498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sz-AgG22tkI/AAAAAAAACBM/_4Xd-rOcwo4/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fireworks, kissing, singing, looking back and saying good-bye, giving thanks to what was and looking forward to what will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sz-AfU1qS4I/AAAAAAAACA8/DICpJIy1zWQ/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422193752035445634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sz-AfU1qS4I/AAAAAAAACA8/DICpJIy1zWQ/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the fireworks, I took Stacy's picture with this guy rowing his boat down the sidewalk.  People call me crazy.  Really, it's a statue of a guy in a rowboat, rowing down the sidewalk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On January 1st, we slept in and took our time getting home.  I took Stacy to one of my favorite places to eat.  The Bean Pot in Crossville.  Only in the south will you see a sign like the one below, or even need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sz-Ae20SMII/AAAAAAAACA0/Rx-pGHXafBU/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422193743976607874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sz-Ae20SMII/AAAAAAAACA0/Rx-pGHXafBU/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm looking forward to, Oh - Ten in so many ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray this year will be better than the last and that you will find peace and joy in all you do.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-3476661916683648101?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/3476661916683648101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=3476661916683648101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/3476661916683648101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/3476661916683648101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-eve-in-knoxville.html' title='New Years Eve In Knoxville'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sz-EJEQPoLI/AAAAAAAACDM/cqNa5s4S81s/s72-c/023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-8563006820730257023</id><published>2009-12-29T23:53:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T00:16:55.179-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradise Valley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is a part of Clarksville that many never get to see.  I have been geocaching for less than a year and it has taken me to places I know I would never have visited.   One of those places is Paradise Valley, you won't find it on a map, it's just there.  It's between Madison Street and Memorial Drive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SzrsRk_kG4I/AAAAAAAACAs/Us00qKCKSis/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420904888226028418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SzrsRk_kG4I/AAAAAAAACAs/Us00qKCKSis/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the jeep tail down to the valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SzrsRShq6YI/AAAAAAAACAk/D_4fxJRfKFs/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420904883268807042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SzrsRShq6YI/AAAAAAAACAk/D_4fxJRfKFs/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Once in the valley, there is a stream, to small for kayaking, but it sounds great.&lt;br /&gt;You can't hear any traffic, all you do hear is the wind in the trees and the water moving  slowly to wherever it meets the Cumberland River miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SzrrxRZEaaI/AAAAAAAACAc/Yxa7Dcx1u9o/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420904333208480162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SzrrxRZEaaI/AAAAAAAACAc/Yxa7Dcx1u9o/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looking up you see moss covered rocks and steep cliffs along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SzrrwwTBZ0I/AAAAAAAACAU/0SStviZQkbU/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420904324324747074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SzrrwwTBZ0I/AAAAAAAACAU/0SStviZQkbU/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A frozen waterfall, yes it was cold this morning, but you had to see this.  The green moss encased in frozen wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SzrrwqTzIrI/AAAAAAAACAM/FyYnrL2dgQA/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420904322717393586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SzrrwqTzIrI/AAAAAAAACAM/FyYnrL2dgQA/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The old dam, and it's small waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SzrrwFnapsI/AAAAAAAACAE/53G_HhHdt3E/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420904312867563202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SzrrwFnapsI/AAAAAAAACAE/53G_HhHdt3E/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The view from on top of the dam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, that was too much like a National Geographic special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SzrrvndvI-I/AAAAAAAAB_8/yAGEGfqBHn8/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420904304773899234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SzrrvndvI-I/AAAAAAAAB_8/yAGEGfqBHn8/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yea, I had to get that close.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fun part?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jumping over this to get to my car.&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/4395327807328124318-8563006820730257023?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/8563006820730257023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=8563006820730257023' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/8563006820730257023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/8563006820730257023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/12/paradise-valley.html' title='Paradise Valley'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SzrsRk_kG4I/AAAAAAAACAs/Us00qKCKSis/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-6350364139946257879</id><published>2009-12-27T07:42:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T08:43:24.022-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Christmas morning finally arrived after starting way back in Mid-October. All my girls arrived at 6am sharp to start our traditional Christmas morning with Stacy's breakfast casserole and gift exchanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419914252220539906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SzdnS-SupAI/AAAAAAAAB_k/Ru79PsHHA24/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every year we all agree to downscale the giving, we all promise that we will not overdue it the next year. One year we may actually follow through with it, this was not it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SzdnTBAzTAI/AAAAAAAAB_s/J0nQEYqscmg/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419914252950653954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SzdnTBAzTAI/AAAAAAAAB_s/J0nQEYqscmg/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nichole, Emma, Mandy and West, just getting started. After about an hour, we broke and ate the casserole, then ate some more. After eating, it was back to opening gifts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SzdnRrTXFsI/AAAAAAAAB_M/8lEEVuiyFlM/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419914229943047874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SzdnRrTXFsI/AAAAAAAAB_M/8lEEVuiyFlM/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emma spotted her shopping basket and it was just about game over for her. She didn't seem interested in much else until later in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SzdmaKBLtJI/AAAAAAAAB_E/w-42sHx3GO4/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419913276115629202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SzdmaKBLtJI/AAAAAAAAB_E/w-42sHx3GO4/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lisa, (at least her backside) Emma, Mandy and West, still opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SzdmZwpdxlI/AAAAAAAAB-8/ZaRYyyb4bGo/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419913269305263698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SzdmZwpdxlI/AAAAAAAAB-8/ZaRYyyb4bGo/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;David, all but buried in gifts and wrapping paper. Did I mention we were cutting back this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SzdmZZjwg-I/AAAAAAAAB-0/qQ5xW3cixxw/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419913263107310562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SzdmZZjwg-I/AAAAAAAAB-0/qQ5xW3cixxw/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is our step son, Moor-Reece! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, it's Jerry, a very good friend of the family. We have welcomed him into our home and will miss him as he travels back to Orlando where he lives and goes to school. We were so glad he could join us for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419914247742699826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SzdnStnIOTI/AAAAAAAAB_c/8b-mEUjm6EA/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Nichole doing sit ups, cause everyone loves her so much and because she is so cute and everyone loves her and she is so cute and.....blah blah blah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SzdmZAlFRDI/AAAAAAAAB-s/0zUgsNmFQXY/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419913256401978418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SzdmZAlFRDI/AAAAAAAAB-s/0zUgsNmFQXY/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emma actually on top of one of her presents unwrapping it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SzdmY91KuFI/AAAAAAAAB-k/oFG_ghk8nZk/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419913255664138322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SzdmY91KuFI/AAAAAAAAB-k/oFG_ghk8nZk/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We exchanged many gifts, but the most interesting and disturbing thing I received was this thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was sent from California from our good friends Larry and Cynthia. As best as we could determine, it was a river rape whistle with compass. That way, I could alert the river people where I was, then be able to describe which way the river people went after being attacked by them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Szdlh3mry_I/AAAAAAAAB-c/rv8lmh3MWAg/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419912309099973618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Szdlh3mry_I/AAAAAAAAB-c/rv8lmh3MWAg/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The best gift, in my opinion this year? A ticket to the CHARGERS/titans game Christmas night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yea baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Szdlhk99chI/AAAAAAAAB-U/p3Pnq4THx_Q/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419912304097325586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Szdlhk99chI/AAAAAAAAB-U/p3Pnq4THx_Q/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; David and I bundled up before the start of the game in Nashville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SzdlhamZOeI/AAAAAAAAB-M/H0jsZarJ-us/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419912301314128354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SzdlhamZOeI/AAAAAAAAB-M/H0jsZarJ-us/s320/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Glad I brought my Bolt hat, it gave the Chargers good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SzdlhDejkVI/AAAAAAAAB-E/ntCZKzGb74c/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419912295107236178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SzdlhDejkVI/AAAAAAAAB-E/ntCZKzGb74c/s320/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pregame introductions.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419922119337301474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Szduc5lh1eI/AAAAAAAAB_0/Y-WLEbJnqRU/s320/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We had great seats, here I am enjoying L.T. score a touchdown against the titans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-60866fee661fee9a" 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://v9.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D60866fee661fee9a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331132336%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3EA3C239D6F9B4C16B043A3F8A07AFC24C0259E3.4E5305C795DCCCCF0FBB79D4382CF64E3DB52D4F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D60866fee661fee9a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbUJqvqYZalcZKT7Lc8yeBCSXxKY&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://v9.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D60866fee661fee9a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331132336%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3EA3C239D6F9B4C16B043A3F8A07AFC24C0259E3.4E5305C795DCCCCF0FBB79D4382CF64E3DB52D4F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D60866fee661fee9a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbUJqvqYZalcZKT7Lc8yeBCSXxKY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the extra point is good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a great Christmas because I got to spend it with the people I love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish everyone a Very Merry Christmas and a Blessed New Year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-6350364139946257879?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=60866fee661fee9a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/6350364139946257879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=6350364139946257879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/6350364139946257879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/6350364139946257879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-day-2009.html' title='Christmas Day 2009'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SzdnS-SupAI/AAAAAAAAB_k/Ru79PsHHA24/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-351403487336478322</id><published>2009-12-20T23:05:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T07:00:10.514-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma is Two Years Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last Saturday we celebrated Emma's second birthday with a party at Lisa's apartment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sy8DXjsaFrI/AAAAAAAAB9c/xuktv5DJf3g/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417552580003370674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sy8DXjsaFrI/AAAAAAAAB9c/xuktv5DJf3g/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emma and Lisa chillin' in the chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sy8DXfIruqI/AAAAAAAAB9U/iYNIvy1Mh30/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417552578779789986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sy8DXfIruqI/AAAAAAAAB9U/iYNIvy1Mh30/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Busting into the presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sy8DW6PSygI/AAAAAAAAB9M/AKKgEvpTTHI/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417552568875403778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sy8DW6PSygI/AAAAAAAAB9M/AKKgEvpTTHI/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dress up shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sy8DWvNHUqI/AAAAAAAAB9E/LAE_2P68aWY/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417552565913473698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sy8DWvNHUqI/AAAAAAAAB9E/LAE_2P68aWY/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aunt Didi and Emma playing with babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417552987891435874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sy8DvTMgCWI/AAAAAAAAB9k/Kus7862vL9I/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Aunt Didi and Uncle David getting thier book on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417553552296336466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sy8EQJxHXFI/AAAAAAAAB90/tyt1Gar_kLk/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Thanks Poppy, I love the grapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417553541806338178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sy8EPisGsII/AAAAAAAAB9s/8hRV6omDahc/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Decked out in her bling and dress up shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sy8DWdnXAqI/AAAAAAAAB88/Oa09OT8bCnc/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417552561191715490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sy8DWdnXAqI/AAAAAAAAB88/Oa09OT8bCnc/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Best part, the cake, Nana loves the cake.&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/4395327807328124318-351403487336478322?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/351403487336478322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=351403487336478322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/351403487336478322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/351403487336478322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/12/emma-is-two-years-old.html' title='Emma is Two Years Old'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sy8DXjsaFrI/AAAAAAAAB9c/xuktv5DJf3g/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-3179612713154467729</id><published>2009-12-20T01:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T01:25:30.958-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kayak Trip 12/21/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, this is where I am starting this years kayak trip. Billy Dunlop Park in Clarksville TN. It's a long and curvy route on the Red River, then connecting to the Cumberland behind Two Rivers Mall. Based on my calculations, it's a 2 to 3 day trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have not been on this part of the river before, and Google Maps is sketchy. But if you never try something, you will never know if you can do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sy3ND4-ww_I/AAAAAAAAB80/oowFXedbHNQ/s1600-h/052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417211393515504626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sy3ND4-ww_I/AAAAAAAAB80/oowFXedbHNQ/s320/052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There will be some shallow points and some areas where I will have to carry my gear, but it's all about the journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stacy would like me to take someone with me, but I have yet to find anyone who will do this with me. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sy3NDiyxIoI/AAAAAAAAB8s/NWN84bpPp60/s1600-h/049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417211387559617154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sy3NDiyxIoI/AAAAAAAAB8s/NWN84bpPp60/s320/049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Life is what you make it, take some chances, make some choices, just have some fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These photos were taken 12/18/09 and the flow looks good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-3179612713154467729?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/3179612713154467729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=3179612713154467729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/3179612713154467729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/3179612713154467729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/12/kayak-trip-122109.html' title='Kayak Trip 12/21/09'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sy3ND4-ww_I/AAAAAAAAB80/oowFXedbHNQ/s72-c/052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-264711160444644354</id><published>2009-12-20T00:43:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T01:04:10.352-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma's New Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We met up with Lisa and Emma at the OG this morning.  Lisa picked up a shift, so we got to have Emma hang with us all day.  Emma got into her car seat and she got ready for our normal Saturday routine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Strapped into her backseat car seat and ready to go, she gives me the eyes, a slight pout, and says, "Poppy, money."  Then, she puts her hand out and repeats her request,  "Poppy, money." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I said, "What?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emma responds with, "Peeze, Poppy, money."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, as Stacy explained it, "She said please, give your grand baby some money."  So now, I'm being shaken down by another generation of women in this family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sy3H64MGwgI/AAAAAAAAB8k/S89dCsankwI/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417205741126074882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sy3H64MGwgI/AAAAAAAAB8k/S89dCsankwI/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emma and her "Peeze Poppi Money."&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/4395327807328124318-264711160444644354?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/264711160444644354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=264711160444644354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/264711160444644354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/264711160444644354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/12/emmas-new-words.html' title='Emma&apos;s New Words'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sy3H64MGwgI/AAAAAAAAB8k/S89dCsankwI/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-8078156699662779088</id><published>2009-12-16T22:32:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T23:09:33.904-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Through the Eyes of a Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have heard that you have to "stop and smell the roses", or "slow down your moving too fast". Either way you look at it, it makes sense. I have been in a crappy mood because I feel Christmas is way to commercial. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas, lately, has been about retail, not Christ. Kick God out of schools, law suits against city's with Nativity scenes, it's all about the bottom line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had lost my Christmas spirit until I took Emma and Stacy to the River walk and the lights this past Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sym1WglxC7I/AAAAAAAAB7s/ECxfwJ_6xd4/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416059425199819698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sym1WglxC7I/AAAAAAAAB7s/ECxfwJ_6xd4/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emma was amazed at the surroundings and could not stop pointing at the lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sym1WR2Lh0I/AAAAAAAAB7k/QY9EzxW6Fpw/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416059421242132290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sym1WR2Lh0I/AAAAAAAAB7k/QY9EzxW6Fpw/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She made sure that everyone there knew about the lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sym1VyY3ubI/AAAAAAAAB7c/nfDMjOCkhc8/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416059412797700530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sym1VyY3ubI/AAAAAAAAB7c/nfDMjOCkhc8/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She truly enjoyed the River walk, and gave me a new perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416059436599813842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sym1XLDvJtI/AAAAAAAAB78/R-2Yl4nQmNs/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416060399270544194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sym2PNSUw0I/AAAAAAAAB8E/6v28uhjvpkw/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416060400544211490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sym2PSB_YiI/AAAAAAAAB8M/cO3rKJ-95qs/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416060410720118770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sym2P38HZ_I/AAAAAAAAB8U/Tq5zlORXjM0/s320/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a long time since I have seen Christmas though the eyes of a child. You know, I can overlook the commercialism, sales margins and the greed of Christmas, knowing that Christmas is about Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wishing everyone a Merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416059433460306802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sym1W_XOE3I/AAAAAAAAB70/aIDmMHokbz4/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that you find the Light of Christmas, Christ Jesus, this Holiday Season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you, may God keep you, and I wish you all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&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/4395327807328124318-8078156699662779088?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/8078156699662779088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=8078156699662779088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/8078156699662779088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/8078156699662779088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/12/through-eyes-of-child.html' title='Through the Eyes of a Child'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sym1WglxC7I/AAAAAAAAB7s/ECxfwJ_6xd4/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-5638801500493250616</id><published>2009-11-30T10:12:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T11:17:07.337-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS SHOPPING!! humbug!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;OK, before I get started on this entry, I am not anti-Christmas. I am anti-commercialism when it comes to Christmas. I have fond memories of Christmas as a child, who wouldn't, we had the traditional rotating aluminum tree complete with the ever changing red, blue and green light wheel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I totally dislike, no hate, going into any place retail and seeing Halloween candy in the same aisle as the Christmas decorations! I'm not referring to after Halloween candy, I'm talking about Oct 15th!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So when Stacy said we were going Christmas shopping this past weekend, I could feel the fun coming a full week ahead. I'm not one for crowds or the crazies I know would be out, but people get more stupid this time of year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's all about sales and and not about Christ, oh no, can't have Christ in Christmas anymore, but give me your cash, cause you gotta have a new TV. Get in line at midnight, risk your life and get trampled for an electronic hamster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While your at it take down the Nativity scene at the local park because the ACLU decides what is right for our community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409931798165269746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SxPwTrC7LPI/AAAAAAAAB6U/x-NFzSqNoh8/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We started Saturday at the place most Saturdays start, Wally's. Check out this website if you don't believe me that the crazies are out. &lt;a href="http://www.thepeopleofwalmart.com/"&gt;www.thepeopleofwalmart.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SxPwTzsKo7I/AAAAAAAAB6c/Tu3JyJTb7NM/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409931800485733298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SxPwTzsKo7I/AAAAAAAAB6c/Tu3JyJTb7NM/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This exercise stuff was on sale, I've got one at the house.  I should use it more, which I plan to do.  According to a good friend you should park these next to the laundry room, because for most, they will become clothes hangers. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409931809598672242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SxPwUVo3DXI/AAAAAAAAB6k/ad1LgtsYD0I/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Then it was off to Dollar Tree to look through the 100's of rolls of wrapping paper.  My lovely wife Stacy, sometimes can't remember some details of little things, but she can remember what wrapping paper we used for the past 2o years so we dug through every roll to find just the right ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409931812979662834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SxPwUiO83_I/AAAAAAAAB6s/2Z_enBKFCdg/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt; By then it was time to grab something to eat.  We have the same conversation each and every time we go to eat.  I want to take her to where she would like to go, and she says she can't decide and for me to pick.  So I whipped into Micky D's for a quick meal.  After lunch we went next door to Logan's for some gift cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409932851645055282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SxPxQ_kFATI/AAAAAAAAB7M/q7L5a8CTY5g/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The it was off to the OG for gift cards.  Here's a curious question.  If we were going to Logan's and the OG for gift cards, why didn't we eat lunch there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409932863010808498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SxPxRp54orI/AAAAAAAAB7U/EOt6konntCQ/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we had to go to Kohl's because Stacy had a 15% off coupon, and 15% is better than 0% right? Yep.  But if you don't spend it, can you save 100%?  Nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409932841684182978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SxPxQadOJ8I/AAAAAAAAB7E/JJs4Vg2ts6A/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Next stop?  My second favorite place in the world, right after the dentist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Mall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First stop was the Gap, honestly I thought she had been kidnapped she was in there for so long.  After the Gap, I became the pack mule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409932833223387218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SxPxP68AqFI/AAAAAAAAB68/EGDWN-Bi_ck/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the mall, more gift cards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409932830011506290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SxPxPu-PPnI/AAAAAAAAB60/Oz5fLVuiYKA/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Finally, a place I could shop and look around.  I did enjoy myself during the day as I love to people watch and there was a lot to look at.  But most of all, I got to spend the day with Stacy so I overlooked the crowds and the commercialism.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Christ is the reason for the Season. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I just wish more people would remember that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-5638801500493250616?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/5638801500493250616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=5638801500493250616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/5638801500493250616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/5638801500493250616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-shopping-humbug.html' title='CHRISTMAS SHOPPING!! humbug!'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SxPwTrC7LPI/AAAAAAAAB6U/x-NFzSqNoh8/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-149794507305970901</id><published>2009-11-14T07:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T07:37:45.955-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My 52nd Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;While Stacy will be the first to admit she should never be the one that people give cameras to and ask if she could take their photo. I have to admit she is getting better. These are a few of the ones she took with all the girls at the house for my birthday party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sv6wskfIq9I/AAAAAAAAB6E/XGc5j5g17LU/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403950882646174674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sv6wskfIq9I/AAAAAAAAB6E/XGc5j5g17LU/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me opening gifts from the girls, Reese's, cigars, a Bass Pro Shop gift card and an framed eagle print with a calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sv6wsT48VxI/AAAAAAAAB58/vd-1w-Fhk0A/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403950878191015698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sv6wsT48VxI/AAAAAAAAB58/vd-1w-Fhk0A/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me displaying all my goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sv6wsGEO1PI/AAAAAAAAB50/SR40N6QYVrY/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403950874480268530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sv6wsGEO1PI/AAAAAAAAB50/SR40N6QYVrY/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emma loves David, here she is snuggling up to her David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sv6wr_Z605I/AAAAAAAAB5s/rLhPEKEyGc8/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403950872692183954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sv6wr_Z605I/AAAAAAAAB5s/rLhPEKEyGc8/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All of us enjoying everyone being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sv6wrotQJ-I/AAAAAAAAB5k/PkDYKkJY77U/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403950866599258082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sv6wrotQJ-I/AAAAAAAAB5k/PkDYKkJY77U/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I will forever look back at these photos as a reminder of the wonderful time I had with my girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A picture is worth a thousand words.&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/4395327807328124318-149794507305970901?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/149794507305970901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=149794507305970901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/149794507305970901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/149794507305970901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-52nd-birthday-party.html' title='My 52nd Birthday Party'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sv6wskfIq9I/AAAAAAAAB6E/XGc5j5g17LU/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-160194072859480262</id><published>2009-11-08T20:37:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T21:00:37.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Riverview Cemetary-Hopkinsville KY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had a nice ride out to Hopkinsville after church, I took the bike because you don't get too many 75 degree days in November.  The reason for the ride is I researched some geocaches in Christian County largest cemetery, Riverview.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401928257089527330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SveBIRH3XiI/AAAAAAAAB4c/hSuLTDRRVqY/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The road entering the cemetary from the first entrance off of S. Virginia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SveB0lKyDrI/AAAAAAAAB5c/vPXOmrHGmmg/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401929018384715442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SveB0lKyDrI/AAAAAAAAB5c/vPXOmrHGmmg/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The half full trees and the colors were an interesting contrast against the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SveB0Qr5nyI/AAAAAAAAB5U/tfxcCx0I2es/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401929012886478626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SveB0Qr5nyI/AAAAAAAAB5U/tfxcCx0I2es/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the shadows of these place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SveB0FiLt3I/AAAAAAAAB5M/13lZJVZP_1M/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401929009892931442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SveB0FiLt3I/AAAAAAAAB5M/13lZJVZP_1M/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amazing there was no one else, except for the caretaker on site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SveBJao5UAI/AAAAAAAAB48/H1h_etGQBlI/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401928276823855106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SveBJao5UAI/AAAAAAAAB48/H1h_etGQBlI/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Hille plots, history all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SveBJBHu-0I/AAAAAAAAB40/3EdFvVM8ZL4/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401928269973879618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SveBJBHu-0I/AAAAAAAAB40/3EdFvVM8ZL4/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;World War I Memorial.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SveBI6yWq9I/AAAAAAAAB4s/92xNYoJM7LI/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401928268273593298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SveBI6yWq9I/AAAAAAAAB4s/92xNYoJM7LI/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Edgar Cayce, the "Sleeping Prophet" is buried here somewhere.  Guess he didn't see this coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.edgarcayce.org/"&gt;www.edgarcayce.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SveBIisdKbI/AAAAAAAAB4k/xKywaOZVTcI/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401928261806401970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SveBIisdKbI/AAAAAAAAB4k/xKywaOZVTcI/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Riverview also has a great number of Confederate Soldiers buried here as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; You really want to know about your community, check out the cemetery for a real lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-160194072859480262?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/160194072859480262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=160194072859480262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/160194072859480262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/160194072859480262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/11/riverview-cemetary-hopkinsville-ky.html' title='Riverview Cemetary-Hopkinsville KY'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SveBIRH3XiI/AAAAAAAAB4c/hSuLTDRRVqY/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-3151031355118349992</id><published>2009-11-04T19:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T19:10:36.112-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lisa has been using the "Time Out" punishment for Emma.  Lisa is trying her best to be a good momma and setting limits for Emma and when Emma crosses the line it's time out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only problem is Nana and Poppy who love to look at her in time out cause she is so cute sitting there talking to herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SvIkFj7iDII/AAAAAAAAB4U/DCN0i7G1bF4/s1600-h/Nicholes+30th+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400418581133528194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SvIkFj7iDII/AAAAAAAAB4U/DCN0i7G1bF4/s320/Nicholes+30th+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Poppy got in trouble for taking this picture of Emma in time out.  What are Poppy's for anyway?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-3151031355118349992?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/3151031355118349992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=3151031355118349992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/3151031355118349992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/3151031355118349992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-out.html' title='Time Out'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SvIkFj7iDII/AAAAAAAAB4U/DCN0i7G1bF4/s72-c/Nicholes+30th+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-9195921135986208089</id><published>2009-11-04T18:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T18:59:01.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nichole's Old Maid Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Friday night ended with what is known as Nichole's birthday month, yes month.  Some celebrate birthdays, some stretch it to a week, not Nichole, it's a month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SvIfiEOzJeI/AAAAAAAAB30/VN08XGwsF8k/s1600-h/Nicholes+30th+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400413573282473442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SvIfiEOzJeI/AAAAAAAAB30/VN08XGwsF8k/s320/Nicholes+30th+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She has worn her little crown for her birthday for as long as I can remember, &lt;div&gt;which seems like a lifetime now since she is now over 30.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SvIfhCZtMAI/AAAAAAAAB3k/mX65XWBYzz0/s1600-h/Nicholes+30th+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400413555611480066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SvIfhCZtMAI/AAAAAAAAB3k/mX65XWBYzz0/s320/Nicholes+30th+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She don't look a day past 25 (according to her.)  The girls are blessed with Stacy's genes, all the girls look younger than they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400413578591995794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SvIfiYAsB5I/AAAAAAAAB38/pQAnJrnpco0/s320/Nicholes+30th+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nichole checking out the birthday gifts, she got some purses and old lady stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400413581847234754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SvIfikIzCMI/AAAAAAAAB4E/vKWAQvz2RZk/s320/Nicholes+30th+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Chilling for the rest of the evening. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Now that she has passed 30, she will be 40 sooner than she thinks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-9195921135986208089?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/9195921135986208089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=9195921135986208089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/9195921135986208089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/9195921135986208089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/11/nicholes-old-maid-celebration.html' title='Nichole&apos;s Old Maid Celebration'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SvIfiEOzJeI/AAAAAAAAB30/VN08XGwsF8k/s72-c/Nicholes+30th+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-7006969940649138488</id><published>2009-10-21T11:28:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T12:15:57.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings of a Bored Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now that all the girls are out of the house, we have the house to ourselves. Except for a two week period, we have never had it to ourselves since we had children. We have boomerang kids, they were always coming back for one reason or another and were always welcome to do so, and still are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now that I have my garage back, I have decided that I need to take up more hobbies, hobbies that I of course can procrastinate over, because I don't like the pressure of having to do stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These hobbies will be things that are of course fun first and probably a little dangerous knowing my history with power tools.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395092176241829890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/St83v_diKAI/AAAAAAAAB20/9Da04oOeQA4/s320/66+Mustang.pony+interior.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to restore a 66 Mustang, just like the one in my dreams and this photo. I had one, a hard top, but traded it in on a "family" car a few months after Nichole was born. Getting Nichole into her car seat of this two door was difficult. I'm not blaming Nichole for me having to lose the Stang, it was the right and safe thing to do at the time. The "family" car we bought? A Renault Alliance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395096330029429282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/St87hxhq8iI/AAAAAAAAB3c/G7P7fhMQ6uM/s320/Renault.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Sporty ain't it?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395092181424532402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/St83wSxL67I/AAAAAAAAB28/s77FwkS1-FI/s320/Cruisin+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I want to ride more, put my feet up and pull the throttle way back.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/St83wg-zLOI/AAAAAAAAB3E/kRAiH4G-k2s/s1600-h/Siemens+Off+Hours+10.19.09+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395092185239727330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/St83wg-zLOI/AAAAAAAAB3E/kRAiH4G-k2s/s320/Siemens+Off+Hours+10.19.09+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After 21 years in the Army, and being retired from it for 13 years this month, seems like an eternity ago. I don't miss the deployments or being shot at, I do miss the soldiers I had the honor of serving with. So, I want to volunteer to serve those soldiers through the veterans administration.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With the girls gone, it means Stacy and I can have more time to do the things we want to do, when we want to do them. We can travel more, and we look forward to this time in our lives. It also means in the morning I don't have to worry about getting dressed before I head to the coffee pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395092203924618578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/St83xmln_VI/AAAAAAAAB3U/8j22VUoLUbo/s320/My+Traveling+Grill.bmp" border="0" /&gt; I'm also looking forward to more grill time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-7006969940649138488?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/7006969940649138488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=7006969940649138488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/7006969940649138488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/7006969940649138488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/10/ramblings-of-bored-mind.html' title='Ramblings of a Bored Mind'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/St83v_diKAI/AAAAAAAAB20/9Da04oOeQA4/s72-c/66+Mustang.pony+interior.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-5344547929854171406</id><published>2009-10-07T05:22:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T15:26:32.441-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerry's Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My nephew Jerry came out to visit us for the weekend, he had a airline voucher he had to use before it expired next month.  Wow, we feel special that he used it to visit us, actually honored that he wanted to visit with us.  Jerry is a search and rescue swimmer with the US Navy and has two tours to the gulf and 15 years active duty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since he had never visited us before we wanted to make sure he had a good time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So on Saturday night we were off to Oktoberfest for some oomph oomph music, food and for everyone else some beer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Ss5FdAoEeiI/AAAAAAAAB2s/896lFtlHQ28/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390322168695650850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Ss5FdAoEeiI/AAAAAAAAB2s/896lFtlHQ28/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt Stacy, I'm telling you the funnel cakes are over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Ss5FcblZ4_I/AAAAAAAAB2k/AMC-Yx9w5n0/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390322158752359410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Ss5FcblZ4_I/AAAAAAAAB2k/AMC-Yx9w5n0/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mandy getting her chicken hat on, as the moon rises over Jerry's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Ss5Fb-dpqPI/AAAAAAAAB2c/tMqqKlI2K9c/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390322150935210226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Ss5Fb-dpqPI/AAAAAAAAB2c/tMqqKlI2K9c/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stacy, Jerry and Mandy getting the funnel cake dance on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Ss4_ckumeDI/AAAAAAAAB2U/E65uunpsayw/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390315564137084978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Ss4_ckumeDI/AAAAAAAAB2U/E65uunpsayw/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mandy, Jerry, David and Stacy discussing the finer things about life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday it was Grace Community Church first, then we all had dinner at home, and relaxed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jerry's comment about Chad's message and GCC, "It Rocks!" &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Ss4_cEe5BmI/AAAAAAAAB2M/8IjCDu8FDwM/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390315555481257570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Ss4_cEe5BmI/AAAAAAAAB2M/8IjCDu8FDwM/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stacy and I took Monday off to show Jerry Nashville, so we all loaded into the car and headed out.  But we had to stop at Moss' for breakfast first!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hit Opry Mills first, I wanted to check on a couple of handguns at the Bass Pro Shop and check out any new kayaking stuff before my fall river trip next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Ss4_brn_yCI/AAAAAAAAB2E/YNgRz92OVPo/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390315548808562722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Ss4_brn_yCI/AAAAAAAAB2E/YNgRz92OVPo/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our first Elvis sighting outside Black Lion, "thankya, thankya ver much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Ss4_bM38uhI/AAAAAAAAB18/WbW89lwbrXw/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390315540553972242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Ss4_bM38uhI/AAAAAAAAB18/WbW89lwbrXw/s320/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Second Elvis sighting on Broadway, Jerry is not sure about the skinny or fat Elvis, but has the hots for the Dead Elvis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Ss4_a4BCpQI/AAAAAAAAB10/D4fBIl_kFUQ/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390315534954964226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Ss4_a4BCpQI/AAAAAAAAB10/D4fBIl_kFUQ/s320/041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Third Elvis sighting, someone stole his mic.  Best he has ever sounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Ss49M__2wlI/AAAAAAAAB1s/DUZsnT0qnyU/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390313097556050514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Ss49M__2wlI/AAAAAAAAB1s/DUZsnT0qnyU/s320/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All this Elvis stuff was making me hungry, so off to Jack's BBQ on Broadway.  That's some good BBQ.  You have got to try the sweet/hot BBQ sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Ss49MSde6eI/AAAAAAAAB1k/jXXv-apVCMo/s1600-h/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390313085332285922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Ss49MSde6eI/AAAAAAAAB1k/jXXv-apVCMo/s320/048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fourth and final Elvis sighting, Jerry and Elvis were standing on each other blue suede shoes and crying out in pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a ride down to Gigi's to get some cupcakes (19th and Broadway), it was time to head home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once we got home, we decided that it was time to eat, but could not decide what to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I fired up the grill and did some steaks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Ss49ML-rzII/AAAAAAAAB1c/fwOk5rZmQac/s1600-h/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390313083592494210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Ss49ML-rzII/AAAAAAAAB1c/fwOk5rZmQac/s320/051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These were soooo good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner while sitting on the deck, a little blonde girl showed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Ss49LocE7MI/AAAAAAAAB1U/Rmxf-HuvdXg/s1600-h/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390313074052099266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Ss49LocE7MI/AAAAAAAAB1U/Rmxf-HuvdXg/s320/058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her name is Carly, and is the ugliest dog ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Ss49LXpKLXI/AAAAAAAAB1M/i1br5fHiHD8/s1600-h/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390313069543566706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Ss49LXpKLXI/AAAAAAAAB1M/i1br5fHiHD8/s320/056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After dinner, we all sat on the deck around the fire ring, Jerry and I burning Cubans and visiting with the rest of the family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope Jerry enjoyed his visit as much as we enjoyed him visiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-5344547929854171406?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/5344547929854171406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=5344547929854171406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/5344547929854171406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/5344547929854171406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/10/jerrys-visit.html' title='Jerry&apos;s Visit'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Ss5FdAoEeiI/AAAAAAAAB2s/896lFtlHQ28/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-3791511048048197819</id><published>2009-09-22T18:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T18:07:30.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wendy's BIG Double</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I dropped off my shirts to be pressed at a local cleaners after I cut the grass.  I was starving, I saw Wendy's across the parking lot and remembered the commercial from last night about the .99 big double cheese burgers.  So I ordered one and a large drink.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384431321919906930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SrlXwmSF5HI/AAAAAAAAB1E/3iAtx1ZuWlk/s320/Wendy%27s+and+Shallowford+Rd.+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After fishing around the bag, I finally found it. Not so big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-3791511048048197819?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/3791511048048197819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=3791511048048197819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/3791511048048197819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/3791511048048197819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/09/wendys-big-double.html' title='Wendy&apos;s BIG Double'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SrlXwmSF5HI/AAAAAAAAB1E/3iAtx1ZuWlk/s72-c/Wendy%27s+and+Shallowford+Rd.+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-2268449764036683482</id><published>2009-09-19T20:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T00:04:45.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Biker's Who Care Toy Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had the honor of participating in my first Leslie W. Watson Memorial Toy Run, today was it's 28th annual run.  We started at Veterans Memorial Plaza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SrWKv0ceEtI/AAAAAAAAB0k/jcbTL7vOUFQ/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383361483727835858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SrWKv0ceEtI/AAAAAAAAB0k/jcbTL7vOUFQ/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Looking toward Pageant Lane)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; The line up started at noon, I have never seen so many bikes and supporters.  I was told this run was the biggest toy run in Tennessee.  I saw plates from as far a Colorado, Arkansas and Florida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SrWKvcC7zfI/AAAAAAAAB0c/bjEaeizFD9I/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383361477178281458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SrWKvcC7zfI/AAAAAAAAB0c/bjEaeizFD9I/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looking back down Commerce Street.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383361491612260338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SrWKwR0Q1_I/AAAAAAAAB0s/Q6H_5wMDauw/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Could not have rode without the bike. Toy strapped to the seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383361501934716162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SrWKw4RVBQI/AAAAAAAAB00/Y-b4tFDvtMs/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Getting ready to ride, bikers start your engines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383361505689162146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SrWKxGQdUaI/AAAAAAAAB08/mZcDtng8oVo/s320/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Governor's Square Mall, where the ride ended.  Nice that so many people gave to those who are not as fortunate.&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/4395327807328124318-2268449764036683482?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/2268449764036683482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=2268449764036683482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/2268449764036683482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/2268449764036683482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/09/bikers-who-care-toy-run.html' title='Biker&apos;s Who Care Toy Run'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SrWKv0ceEtI/AAAAAAAAB0k/jcbTL7vOUFQ/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-3325943452597741730</id><published>2009-09-17T21:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T21:47:30.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Got My Garage Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got my garage back, and turned it into another man-cave.  I built the ideal workbench from the ground up.  The entire supply list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15 - 2"x4"'s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 - 4'x8' sheet of plywood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1- sheet of peg board with pegs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SrLwE4N8-LI/AAAAAAAAB0U/hqgJdks8_NU/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382628471262214322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SrLwE4N8-LI/AAAAAAAAB0U/hqgJdks8_NU/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now I have plenty of room for my projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SrLwEeohBVI/AAAAAAAAB0M/GJ1ZSXMB8z4/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382628464394306898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SrLwEeohBVI/AAAAAAAAB0M/GJ1ZSXMB8z4/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have my tools at arms reach so I can do all my projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SrLwD9WCp9I/AAAAAAAAB0E/csWQ0wduSCE/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382628455458449362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SrLwD9WCp9I/AAAAAAAAB0E/csWQ0wduSCE/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now all I need are some projects.&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/4395327807328124318-3325943452597741730?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/3325943452597741730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=3325943452597741730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/3325943452597741730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/3325943452597741730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/09/got-my-garage-back.html' title='Got My Garage Back!'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SrLwE4N8-LI/AAAAAAAAB0U/hqgJdks8_NU/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-8374411079799572561</id><published>2009-09-14T22:39:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:16:33.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nashville City Cemetery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got bored with looking out my window at the ladies of Murfreesboro Road this afternoon and decided to get out of the office. I started Geocaching earlier this year and it has taken me to some interesting and historic places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These photos were taken at the Nashville City Cemetery. Lots of Nashville's and the country's historic figures are buried here. I was surprised at who is here, some confederate, some union, but make no mistake, all American.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sq8PvT1k6hI/AAAAAAAABz8/Xs_EvFrX1TU/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381537385184291346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sq8PvT1k6hI/AAAAAAAABz8/Xs_EvFrX1TU/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; William Carroll, Governor of Tennessee for 12 years. &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sq8PiEyDiNI/AAAAAAAABz0/UxxHxx8bPww/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381537157804689618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sq8PiEyDiNI/AAAAAAAABz0/UxxHxx8bPww/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some of the grounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sq8PhlsVLpI/AAAAAAAABzs/1zkQ5nlEQ6k/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381537149459181202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sq8PhlsVLpI/AAAAAAAABzs/1zkQ5nlEQ6k/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Richard Ewell-Died 1872 (Google all of this-cool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sq8PhPYSArI/AAAAAAAABzk/ZybUOBGHFnM/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381537143469507250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sq8PhPYSArI/AAAAAAAABzk/ZybUOBGHFnM/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sq8Pglohn3I/AAAAAAAABzc/DqHlRv_2u_Q/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381537132263350130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sq8Pglohn3I/AAAAAAAABzc/DqHlRv_2u_Q/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sq8OPgF6jkI/AAAAAAAABzU/F62kES09Lqg/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381535739206602306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sq8OPgF6jkI/AAAAAAAABzU/F62kES09Lqg/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sq8OPF2DITI/AAAAAAAABzM/4EchSpUwTmA/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381535732160733490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sq8OPF2DITI/AAAAAAAABzM/4EchSpUwTmA/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sq8OOhT8EFI/AAAAAAAABzE/jm8XxUvLym4/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381535722353987666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sq8OOhT8EFI/AAAAAAAABzE/jm8XxUvLym4/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sq8OOEIkjfI/AAAAAAAABy8/vFD7dtNa7_o/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sq8ONmcgdJI/AAAAAAAABy0/V3a_D7HI9jM/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381535706552235154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sq8ONmcgdJI/AAAAAAAABy0/V3a_D7HI9jM/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sq8NNNBgQmI/AAAAAAAABys/0pTPKxUHARM/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381534600216461922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sq8NNNBgQmI/AAAAAAAABys/0pTPKxUHARM/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sq8NMo9FhGI/AAAAAAAAByk/uzmOR9KU3dw/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381534590534255714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sq8NMo9FhGI/AAAAAAAAByk/uzmOR9KU3dw/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sq8NMEd10AI/AAAAAAAAByc/nbE9sHlAooo/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381534580739526658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sq8NMEd10AI/AAAAAAAAByc/nbE9sHlAooo/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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/4395327807328124318-8374411079799572561?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/8374411079799572561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=8374411079799572561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/8374411079799572561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/8374411079799572561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/09/nashville-city-cemetery.html' title='Nashville City Cemetery'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sq8PvT1k6hI/AAAAAAAABz8/Xs_EvFrX1TU/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-6554781021150087831</id><published>2009-09-12T01:17:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T21:06:53.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tile Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a bunch of photos of the tile project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sq12IBA8pDI/AAAAAAAAByU/lKICgyLu96Q/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381087009861051442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sq12IBA8pDI/AAAAAAAAByU/lKICgyLu96Q/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sq12HgeAPHI/AAAAAAAAByM/CTInppvto4E/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381087001124551794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sq12HgeAPHI/AAAAAAAAByM/CTInppvto4E/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sq12HAWGecI/AAAAAAAAByE/Jf03toyGn8g/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381086992501471682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sq12HAWGecI/AAAAAAAAByE/Jf03toyGn8g/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sqs-YttVGdI/AAAAAAAABxk/jfeC4vSwQwE/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sqs-YEpGuGI/AAAAAAAABxc/FUNLtKM1DTs/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380462763108120674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sqs-YEpGuGI/AAAAAAAABxc/FUNLtKM1DTs/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sqs-Xo6yHYI/AAAAAAAABxU/8EfBBh_77qk/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380462755666075010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sqs-Xo6yHYI/AAAAAAAABxU/8EfBBh_77qk/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sqs-XPwDN-I/AAAAAAAABxM/apLXgmQCvsU/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380462748910172130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sqs-XPwDN-I/AAAAAAAABxM/apLXgmQCvsU/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-6554781021150087831?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/6554781021150087831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=6554781021150087831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/6554781021150087831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/6554781021150087831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/09/tile-project.html' title='The Tile Project'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sq12IBA8pDI/AAAAAAAAByU/lKICgyLu96Q/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-7654324059728714499</id><published>2009-09-06T06:46:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T08:06:55.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Wonderful Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had a plan to clean out the garage this holiday weekend, I mean really clean it out. At least two trips to the landfill, if it had not been used since we moved in over two years ago, it was going out. (except tools of course)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;About 9:00am, our neighbor Don, came to the door and asked if we wanted to get some breakfast at Moss' and go the Kentucky lake for a walk. A little hesitant because of my garage plans, we decided to go. What should have been an easy get up and go, turned into a small packing event complete with snacks and a small cooler. Then breakfast, the Saturday trip to Wally's, then off to the lake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First stop was the TN-KY rest stop just past exit 1 going west. I was sent in to get a map of KY. Who needs a map? Gas tank full? Yes? No map needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So off we go again, with the constant chatter in the back seat from Stacy and Bonnie. Did I say constant? Let me say it again.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SqOkgvnaRgI/AAAAAAAABxE/mnpys6s0mHM/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378323262455039490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SqOkgvnaRgI/AAAAAAAABxE/mnpys6s0mHM/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Second stop was KenLake state park, I had never been here so it was a good thing. I started exploring while the ladies headed to the rest room, still "chatting". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SqOkgIKNtKI/AAAAAAAABw8/BE9L4x6yuYg/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378323251863598242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SqOkgIKNtKI/AAAAAAAABw8/BE9L4x6yuYg/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is a beautiful view of the lake overlooking the lodge's pool area. Next we were off to Kentucky Village in the Land Between the Lakes area. We drove around and around looking for a place to take a walk, but decided to take a dam trip instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SqOkfu0TxRI/AAAAAAAABw0/Jh6ph_q6RZw/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378323245060834578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SqOkfu0TxRI/AAAAAAAABw0/Jh6ph_q6RZw/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took a bunch of dam photos, this was the best dam photo of all the dam photos.&lt;br /&gt;Kentucky Village was also holding the "Widow's Son's" Bike event. So I got to see some awesome bikes as well. (Still chatting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SqOkfNM_eII/AAAAAAAABws/ZM2qaNy3kLQ/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378323236037556354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SqOkfNM_eII/AAAAAAAABws/ZM2qaNy3kLQ/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After our dam trip it was time to hunt something for lunch. The two backseat coupon queens were busy looking for the best deal as I sat in the front seat losing weight. To the ladies credit they found a great Arby's coupon and in we went. (Still chatting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SqOke2-9xpI/AAAAAAAABwk/6MuW3HhLWIs/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378323230073144978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SqOke2-9xpI/AAAAAAAABwk/6MuW3HhLWIs/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our dam lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378321511095668210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SqOi6zSzDfI/AAAAAAAABwE/LccnSTQRQ7I/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Everyone knows how much I love craft fairs, so off to Grand Rivers we went next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378321504754735058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SqOi6brAF9I/AAAAAAAABv8/5P7zTSt7oJI/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Between the craft fair in Grand Rivers and the "Widow's Son's" bike event at Kentucky Village, this was the best of both worlds. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378321526792711682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SqOi7txQ7gI/AAAAAAAABwU/4bU4zvl-UvE/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I made a comment about how much "crap" was here and was corrected by a lady walking the same direction, that it was a "craft" fair. I think I made my point the first time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378321521369849922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SqOi7ZkWoEI/AAAAAAAABwM/E1zsuAc3Yqo/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Stacy and company found this booth that had these little hair "things" and for the rest of the day had a great time playing with these "things".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also found a few "things" I could use as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SqOi8emFbRI/AAAAAAAABwc/CKDDMFdD4D8/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378321539899157778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SqOi8emFbRI/AAAAAAAABwc/CKDDMFdD4D8/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the ride back to Clarksville, and destroying some Sloppy Joe's and fries, I had to agree, it was an excellent day. I got to spend it with a wife who loves me, friends who care about me, so it did not matter where I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking back this morning at the long day it made me think, time will always be your enemy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is never enough time but, you can make time for the things that you want to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can always clean your garage tomorrow, after all it's full of 'stuff' that will be in the landfill long after your gone. Make time for your family and friends today, if you invest in them wisely, they will be around for eternity.&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/4395327807328124318-7654324059728714499?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/7654324059728714499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=7654324059728714499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/7654324059728714499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/7654324059728714499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-wonderful-saturday.html' title='A Long Wonderful Saturday'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SqOkgvnaRgI/AAAAAAAABxE/mnpys6s0mHM/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-2591439636494133917</id><published>2009-09-03T17:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T17:10:16.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Ford That Could - 250,000 Miles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SqA-kzgHaAI/AAAAAAAABv0/Akjz95S5Omc/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377366757101496322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SqA-kzgHaAI/AAAAAAAABv0/Akjz95S5Omc/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, the Ford made it, 250,000 miles.  Now on to half a million.&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/4395327807328124318-2591439636494133917?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/2591439636494133917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=2591439636494133917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/2591439636494133917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/2591439636494133917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-ford-that-could-250000-miles.html' title='The Little Ford That Could - 250,000 Miles'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SqA-kzgHaAI/AAAAAAAABv0/Akjz95S5Omc/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-5717901860261231782</id><published>2009-08-31T13:54:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T18:41:37.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>David and Mandy's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally got the last one married, David took Mandy to be his wife last Saturday. It was a long time in coming, but for some reason the last week was the worst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got to share my home with some of the ladies in Mandy's bridal party. I should say, I tried to share but give a woman a bathroom and they take both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Spz4p05TaHI/AAAAAAAABvs/XRvW0NPHavA/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376445452630845554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Spz4p05TaHI/AAAAAAAABvs/XRvW0NPHavA/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was what the girl's bathroom looked like and here is where they should have stayed. But nooooooo................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Spz4pRP69TI/AAAAAAAABvk/k9oTsBJOrNA/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376445443062035762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Spz4pRP69TI/AAAAAAAABvk/k9oTsBJOrNA/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the bathroom that I share with Stacy, but the rest of the girls thought that they could use this one too. They just moved in with the curling/straightening iron, make up,  shaving stuff and even left one of those pink body wash sponges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I had to announce that I would like to use one of the toilets for what they were intended for. No one moved. So, I warned I was going out back. No one moved.  So it was out into the backyard to, excuse the term. "Pee under the tree".&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SpyKi6WowOI/AAAAAAAABvc/OHvPkZmXPig/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376324387557916898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SpyKi6WowOI/AAAAAAAABvc/OHvPkZmXPig/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the is the start of the rehearsal, at Cole Park on Ft. Campbell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SpyKibuzxVI/AAAAAAAABvU/4kxSDN9-Ljk/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376324379337803090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SpyKibuzxVI/AAAAAAAABvU/4kxSDN9-Ljk/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Awaiting Mandy's instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SpyKh33ziYI/AAAAAAAABvM/dAcnqQ3TVFE/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376324369711860098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SpyKh33ziYI/AAAAAAAABvM/dAcnqQ3TVFE/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mandy giving instructions.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Do this, don't do that.  Walk like this, no dad not like that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SpyKg-KIOkI/AAAAAAAABu8/9ifdY0lxins/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376324354219457090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SpyKg-KIOkI/AAAAAAAABu8/9ifdY0lxins/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Girls taking a break in the hallway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SpyIwzj6bCI/AAAAAAAABu0/nufIie5GaBw/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376322427229465634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SpyIwzj6bCI/AAAAAAAABu0/nufIie5GaBw/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Checking out the multimedia for the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SpyIwbau-vI/AAAAAAAABus/FkSHIpM6nbM/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376322420748516082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SpyIwbau-vI/AAAAAAAABus/FkSHIpM6nbM/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok, get out of my face dad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAD, I SAID GET OUT OF MY FACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SpyIwLxAU3I/AAAAAAAABuk/VDb7R0iOWWg/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376322416546960242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SpyIwLxAU3I/AAAAAAAABuk/VDb7R0iOWWg/s320/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After rehearsal, it was off to eat great quantities of Mexican food, and boy did we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SpyIvsOrKLI/AAAAAAAABuc/0YdA53VZ48k/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376322408081467570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SpyIvsOrKLI/AAAAAAAABuc/0YdA53VZ48k/s320/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dan, Don, and the back of Shane's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SpyIvNGp4rI/AAAAAAAABuU/1hjqeITeCRU/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376322399726330546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SpyIvNGp4rI/AAAAAAAABuU/1hjqeITeCRU/s320/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More wedding party chip eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SpwkAreKjcI/AAAAAAAABuM/bLTZVw2rVhg/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376211649261374914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SpwkAreKjcI/AAAAAAAABuM/bLTZVw2rVhg/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the rehearsal dinner, the party moved to Brian and Shane's.  Let's just say, no one got hurt, no one landed in jail and no one died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SpwkALAcG2I/AAAAAAAABuE/CqLEFvYS0Ls/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376211640546761570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SpwkALAcG2I/AAAAAAAABuE/CqLEFvYS0Ls/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376211620583825154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Spwj_Ao53wI/AAAAAAAABts/z25F0E48-gs/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mandy getting her fight club on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Spwj_iwQzUI/AAAAAAAABt8/4rkfwBiIDPI/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376211629741493570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Spwj_iwQzUI/AAAAAAAABt8/4rkfwBiIDPI/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poster children for why you party like it's 1999.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Spwj_TIzC6I/AAAAAAAABt0/8G8EzKeaTkY/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376211625549433762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Spwj_TIzC6I/AAAAAAAABt0/8G8EzKeaTkY/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mo-ne-ka and Mandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SpwiCGgjceI/AAAAAAAABtk/F_s_30-WVdc/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376209474675765730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SpwiCGgjceI/AAAAAAAABtk/F_s_30-WVdc/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The men met at Moss' for breakfast the day of the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SpwiBaEcItI/AAAAAAAABtc/zN5yb8Sr4Gg/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376209462746686162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SpwiBaEcItI/AAAAAAAABtc/zN5yb8Sr4Gg/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since I had some time between the breakfast and with wedding, I played 18 holes at Cole Park to relax and reflect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SpwiBHs4RmI/AAAAAAAABtU/1kHU9AgGzWA/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376209457816028770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SpwiBHs4RmI/AAAAAAAABtU/1kHU9AgGzWA/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maid of Honor and the Bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SpwiAvEIikI/AAAAAAAABtM/ueFVIwq4cRQ/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376209451202677314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SpwiAvEIikI/AAAAAAAABtM/ueFVIwq4cRQ/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The groom (r) and the groom's men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SpwiAa-oJII/AAAAAAAABtE/0Zz9nJgM-Ok/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376209445810873474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SpwiAa-oJII/AAAAAAAABtE/0Zz9nJgM-Ok/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All my beautiful ladies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Second from the right is my favorite.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SpwedZ4FuSI/AAAAAAAABs8/p9_WaLm_Pb8/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376205545684711714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SpwedZ4FuSI/AAAAAAAABs8/p9_WaLm_Pb8/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beauty and the Beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Spwecx2qKeI/AAAAAAAABs0/aGZrZH-Pdro/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376205534941293026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Spwecx2qKeI/AAAAAAAABs0/aGZrZH-Pdro/s320/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Bride and her court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SpwecREE9-I/AAAAAAAABss/S_Nk_3oaOKk/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376205526139205602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SpwecREE9-I/AAAAAAAABss/S_Nk_3oaOKk/s320/046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My best bud David Graham.  The lovely lady with him, his wife Lori.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SpwecCIW2RI/AAAAAAAABsk/CqZV9uD-Kjk/s1600-h/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376205522130622738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SpwecCIW2RI/AAAAAAAABsk/CqZV9uD-Kjk/s320/047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our pastor Chad Rowland conducting the ceremony.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SpweblJpMUI/AAAAAAAABsc/9rzaDOUJpzA/s1600-h/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376205514351391042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SpweblJpMUI/AAAAAAAABsc/9rzaDOUJpzA/s320/053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The whole wedding party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photo that I could not post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The car after it was decorated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the ladies dancing on the bar in Nashville.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(yes, &lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;the ladies)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  I want to wish David and Mandy a lifetime of happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-5717901860261231782?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/5717901860261231782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=5717901860261231782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/5717901860261231782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/5717901860261231782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/08/david-and-mandys-wedding.html' title='David and Mandy&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Spz4p05TaHI/AAAAAAAABvs/XRvW0NPHavA/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-8324642141087638193</id><published>2009-08-25T16:49:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T18:53:09.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>469 Miles To Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I was out running around in the zx2, it's been slow to start when fired up for the first time in morning. I suspected a weakening battery for about a month now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Knowing that this old faithful would have to be replaced soon and having just 469 miles to go for a quarter million I have been nursing this little Ford for well over a year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's also very comforting knowing that the cash for a new car is sitting in the bank just waiting for the Ford to just quit running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So today while at Rural King I got back in and the old girl gave it her best and made the awful I'm not going to turn over noise, then just click, click......nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I went back into Rural King and bought a battery. Then I went back in and bought a crescent wrench to disconnect the terminal clamps. After I got the old one out, I lifted the new one into place only to find it didn't fit. So back into the store I went with the new and old battery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After finding the right one, I was back in the parking lot, got the new one in and turned the key.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I called Stacy to come and bring the jumper cables just in case, so she leaves having lunch with a dear friend of hers to rescue me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I got back under the hood and started looking. I grabbed the negative cable and it came off the terminal and was now in my hand. So now I have to go back in and buy a new terminal clamp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I get back to the car only to find that the nut holding the negative clamp to the wires is frozen solid and corroded. Back in I go to buy a pair of visegrips to use with my new crescent wrench, then back to take the old clamp apart.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile somewhere on Riverside drive is Stacy fighting traffic because of the Kraft St road work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I finally got the nut to free up and got the wires back on the clamp and the clamp back on the negative terminal. I get in, say a quick prayer, and she starts right up and is purring like a kitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I called Stacy to turn her around, only to find out she is just about to turn into the parking lot. Happy that I got the car started and not having to spend the time car shopping 4 days before Mandy's wedding, she said she would follow me home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374041276151431810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SpRuEVlLAoI/AAAAAAAABrc/fu4KrFoFo3o/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We got home OK, and I thanked her for coming to my rescue. She said it was the least she could do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, the countdown to a quarter of million continues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-8324642141087638193?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/8324642141087638193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=8324642141087638193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/8324642141087638193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/8324642141087638193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/08/469-miles-to-go.html' title='469 Miles To Go'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SpRuEVlLAoI/AAAAAAAABrc/fu4KrFoFo3o/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-335138232891280365</id><published>2009-08-17T01:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T18:13:45.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kayaking-Again-Still-I Love It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got a chance to kayak with a good friend this past weekend. I worked for Donald at Mitsubishi in Hopkinsville Ky over 12 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I met Donald again at Grace Community Church about a year and a half ago. Donald and Laura were in one of our community groups.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Donald wanted to try kayaking, so he borrowed one and we set out.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370812304707287250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Soj1Vdlf-NI/AAAAAAAABqc/VsyolbniDhE/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Donald gearing up at McGregor Park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370812306903639138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Soj1VlxJpGI/AAAAAAAABqk/3AhNhExrKGU/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Donald, still gearing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Soj1WhjFPNI/AAAAAAAABq0/bDfuU4QPpcU/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370812322950757586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Soj1WhjFPNI/AAAAAAAABq0/bDfuU4QPpcU/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the Red River fishing.  This is so relaxing, if you have never tried it, you have to do it at least once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Soj1WAuoIDI/AAAAAAAABqs/cklvMU2Ic9w/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370812314140811314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Soj1WAuoIDI/AAAAAAAABqs/cklvMU2Ic9w/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Does history repeat? This was Clarksville's first marina. I have posted photos of this place before. It's located just off Kraft St. on the Red River. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370813192003467618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Soj2JHBZOWI/AAAAAAAABrE/gdeigbPzXiE/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Water level on the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370812326859295202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Soj1WwG8yeI/AAAAAAAABq8/z7yS84kduWM/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Me, the kayak guy, with a Cuban.&lt;br /&gt;Really, this is exercise, you don't believe me, try it.&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/4395327807328124318-335138232891280365?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/335138232891280365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=335138232891280365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/335138232891280365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/335138232891280365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/08/kayaking-again-still-i-love-it.html' title='Kayaking-Again-Still-I Love It'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Soj1Vdlf-NI/AAAAAAAABqc/VsyolbniDhE/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-7391484950802383340</id><published>2009-08-15T21:18:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T21:54:10.907-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mandy and David</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, I could not be more proud of my daughter Mandy and her fiance David. David is a baby Christian who has come to love the Lord, and Mandy has rededicated her life. Today both were baptised by one of our co-pastors, Chad Rowland of Grace Community Church. Chad will also marry them two weeks from today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I pray and give thanks to my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ for David.   Stacy and I truly welcome him into our home and hearts as a true son. I also give thanks that The Lord has brought David into Mandy's life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SodvV7C2h8I/AAAAAAAABqU/aVlumuSUS9M/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370383503080196034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SodvV7C2h8I/AAAAAAAABqU/aVlumuSUS9M/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; David and Chad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SoduoF8gkBI/AAAAAAAABqM/KWRg8Q76OcM/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370382715732398098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SoduoF8gkBI/AAAAAAAABqM/KWRg8Q76OcM/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sodunlh1OHI/AAAAAAAABqE/HSjFxz3nl0w/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370382707030571122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sodunlh1OHI/AAAAAAAABqE/HSjFxz3nl0w/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sodum5CifJI/AAAAAAAABp8/icYzN77TzEY/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370382695088159890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sodum5CifJI/AAAAAAAABp8/icYzN77TzEY/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SodumftzkNI/AAAAAAAABp0/KoGINlWtQhg/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370382688290312402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SodumftzkNI/AAAAAAAABp0/KoGINlWtQhg/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SodulwJ7QfI/AAAAAAAABps/NElVQSxUcI0/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370382675523355122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SodulwJ7QfI/AAAAAAAABps/NElVQSxUcI0/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There are times for tears of joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was one of those days.&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/4395327807328124318-7391484950802383340?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/7391484950802383340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=7391484950802383340' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/7391484950802383340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/7391484950802383340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/08/mandy-and-david.html' title='Mandy and David'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SodvV7C2h8I/AAAAAAAABqU/aVlumuSUS9M/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-1485106561376077186</id><published>2009-08-09T12:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T06:09:49.004-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Community Group Day at The Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday, our community group went to the lake as a fellowhip event and had a great time.  This was a three hour tour, the weather started getting ruff the tiny ship was.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sn8HThJGUJI/AAAAAAAABpk/ftsNIgC1ZIQ/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368017312744362130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sn8HThJGUJI/AAAAAAAABpk/ftsNIgC1ZIQ/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our Captain Shannon (l) and Stacy get ready to dock and pick up some of our group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sn8HTRPSwAI/AAAAAAAABpc/WvMbc-JNMYw/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368017308475375618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sn8HTRPSwAI/AAAAAAAABpc/WvMbc-JNMYw/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scottie and Jennifer on the dock.  Complete with minnow bucket cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sn8HSxeg1gI/AAAAAAAABpU/f4e1OZDw3oY/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368017299949278722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sn8HSxeg1gI/AAAAAAAABpU/f4e1OZDw3oY/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shannon, Scottie, Jennifer, Sheri and Stacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sn8HShCIpvI/AAAAAAAABpM/-YNA0g6r04c/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368017295535286002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sn8HShCIpvI/AAAAAAAABpM/-YNA0g6r04c/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, Stacy, Jennifer, Sheri and Clint.  We had to tie a line to Stacy to keep her from floating away.  I was surprized she got in considering the snakes, fish, turtles and water.  Yes, the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sn8HSQfiP5I/AAAAAAAABpE/k4jcEnGDSLc/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368017291095195538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sn8HSQfiP5I/AAAAAAAABpE/k4jcEnGDSLc/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jennifer's raft spring a leak and she had to retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sn8F1GXJHHI/AAAAAAAABo8/LD17Lt9o4o8/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368015690647805042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sn8F1GXJHHI/AAAAAAAABo8/LD17Lt9o4o8/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The millionaire and his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sn8F01GIlxI/AAAAAAAABo0/olbicWlPHMs/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368015686013064978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sn8F01GIlxI/AAAAAAAABo0/olbicWlPHMs/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The wake we caused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sn8F0bK9zTI/AAAAAAAABos/L7YXxJhrX_w/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368015679054007602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sn8F0bK9zTI/AAAAAAAABos/L7YXxJhrX_w/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The professor and Mary Ann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sn8F0NLTvMI/AAAAAAAABok/CNwaLmSEWrs/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368015675297348802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sn8F0NLTvMI/AAAAAAAABok/CNwaLmSEWrs/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Docking at Prizer Point for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sn8FzVsK8ZI/AAAAAAAABoc/81Ka1LFJ4ak/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368015660402798994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sn8FzVsK8ZI/AAAAAAAABoc/81Ka1LFJ4ak/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Prizer Point's Marina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-1485106561376077186?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/1485106561376077186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=1485106561376077186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/1485106561376077186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/1485106561376077186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/08/community-group-day-at-lake.html' title='Community Group Day at The Lake'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sn8HThJGUJI/AAAAAAAABpk/ftsNIgC1ZIQ/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-5020408208668053429</id><published>2009-08-01T14:00:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T14:35:42.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey See, Monkey Do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ever wonder where kids pick up habits?  Some of them are not taught, but observed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All my girls were in Nashville at David's Bridal getting Mandy's wedding dress fitted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although I put my elliptical machine together this morning, I was keeping an eye on Emma so exercising on the machine was out.  So I put her into the Jeep stroller for a short run around the neighborhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SnSRXKW8CtI/AAAAAAAABoU/RaPQE6UK_Dg/s1600-h/022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365072883208686290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SnSRXKW8CtI/AAAAAAAABoU/RaPQE6UK_Dg/s320/022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I looked down to see her trying to dial her cell phone while driving, I wonder where she learned that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SnSRWwySrfI/AAAAAAAABoM/o23ouDflTKk/s1600-h/024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365072876344094194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SnSRWwySrfI/AAAAAAAABoM/o23ouDflTKk/s320/024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Still dialing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SnSRWMEmBoI/AAAAAAAABn8/3qxgG4rtSnw/s1600-h/021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365072866488747650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SnSRWMEmBoI/AAAAAAAABn8/3qxgG4rtSnw/s320/021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then I heard her say, "Hi, hi, hi, no. No, shup, shuup, No, No! Fine!"  She learned that from listening to her momma talk to her daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SnSRVx3AmqI/AAAAAAAABn0/rbyKM03znas/s1600-h/020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365072859452447394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SnSRVx3AmqI/AAAAAAAABn0/rbyKM03znas/s320/020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now I got it, ya gotta hold the phone with your ear and shoulder as you drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365072872514851890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SnSRWihVFDI/AAAAAAAABoE/R8_N0w_wDCA/s320/023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I have heard stories of my Pop driving like this only he has a double chili dog in his other hand.&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/4395327807328124318-5020408208668053429?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/5020408208668053429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=5020408208668053429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/5020408208668053429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/5020408208668053429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/08/monkey-see-monkey-do.html' title='Monkey See, Monkey Do.'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SnSRXKW8CtI/AAAAAAAABoU/RaPQE6UK_Dg/s72-c/022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-6083842837338412291</id><published>2009-07-25T20:46:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T21:46:21.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sixteen Miles of Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got the chance to hit the river and kayak today, first time this year. I may have been a little over confindent in my planning of this trip. I put in the river at mile 143 of the Cumberland River, just north of Cheatham Dam. My destination was McGregor Park at mile 127. With all my charts, planning and GPS, I did not plan on the wind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The wind blew straight in my face no matter what direction or curve in the river I was heading. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was traveling lite, as today was only a day trip. I am thankful that I had my favorite protein and carb sandwiches with me. AKA, peanutbutter and Strawberry Jelly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Other supplies, cigars, Camelbak full of water, 4 additional bottles of water and 2 Diet Dews, and my emergency/survival stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Smu9zKlwaJI/AAAAAAAABns/mliG5Z7UUM0/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362588468028401810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Smu9zKlwaJI/AAAAAAAABns/mliG5Z7UUM0/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Familiar face, the kayak guy, complete with Cuban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Smu9dRlLilI/AAAAAAAABnk/rFhnFuS4ywA/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362588091947911762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Smu9dRlLilI/AAAAAAAABnk/rFhnFuS4ywA/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Downed trees along the shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Smu9dCrbNeI/AAAAAAAABnc/r1V6_Yo9jIU/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362588087947572706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Smu9dCrbNeI/AAAAAAAABnc/r1V6_Yo9jIU/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nice wide open river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Smu9cq_tFhI/AAAAAAAABnU/MF8HC5hw-U4/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362588081590179346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Smu9cq_tFhI/AAAAAAAABnU/MF8HC5hw-U4/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Smu9cRVhFRI/AAAAAAAABnM/vkPLRAEMZYA/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362588074702345490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Smu9cRVhFRI/AAAAAAAABnM/vkPLRAEMZYA/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, more river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Smu9cIVNqEI/AAAAAAAABnE/Oou7wih6aVE/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362588072285153346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Smu9cIVNqEI/AAAAAAAABnE/Oou7wih6aVE/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the McAdoo Creek inlet to the Cumberland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Smu72E_2unI/AAAAAAAABm8/Sfvl700erVo/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362586319043607154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Smu72E_2unI/AAAAAAAABm8/Sfvl700erVo/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; River mile 135.6 is the at the mouth of McAdoo Creek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Smu71oEM_0I/AAAAAAAABm0/hmyos2wotfQ/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362586311277215554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Smu71oEM_0I/AAAAAAAABm0/hmyos2wotfQ/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everytime I hit the river the cows follow me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I heard a horn blow, loud, real loud. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Smu71Z-V7HI/AAAAAAAABms/UuFzSj2zT9Y/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362586307494538354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Smu71Z-V7HI/AAAAAAAABms/UuFzSj2zT9Y/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I turned around just in time to see a barge taking a short cut around the river's bend. That's also where I happend to be floating at the time. I paddled backward as hard as I could and jumped out just as it passed by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Smu71BcBPNI/AAAAAAAABmk/HF5teDTvW0M/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362586300908125394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Smu71BcBPNI/AAAAAAAABmk/HF5teDTvW0M/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hugging the shore line to get out of the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Smu70vxrhgI/AAAAAAAABmc/CMx3xWmKocY/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362586296167138818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Smu70vxrhgI/AAAAAAAABmc/CMx3xWmKocY/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Using the Clarksville Conservation Club as a windbreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The fishing was pretty good as well.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Smu5ekeyiYI/AAAAAAAABmU/ZxzvxHPlNaE/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362583716154739074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Smu5ekeyiYI/AAAAAAAABmU/ZxzvxHPlNaE/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bluegill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Smu5eeBsJPI/AAAAAAAABmM/mUsgZKCsfUQ/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362583714422072562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Smu5eeBsJPI/AAAAAAAABmM/mUsgZKCsfUQ/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Large Mouth Bass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Smu5eFCfraI/AAAAAAAABmE/4ccb1PQRgi4/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362583707714563490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Smu5eFCfraI/AAAAAAAABmE/4ccb1PQRgi4/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And even turtles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Smu5dkSBevI/AAAAAAAABl8/J5XAXqai990/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362583698921323250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Smu5dkSBevI/AAAAAAAABl8/J5XAXqai990/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fishing with everything tied down, learned a lesson last year when one of my poles went airborne after a vicious hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Smu5dHq3AWI/AAAAAAAABl0/JzE5QdAIZos/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362583691240866146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Smu5dHq3AWI/AAAAAAAABl0/JzE5QdAIZos/s320/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Highway 13 bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Smu3nMYz0zI/AAAAAAAABls/2YpXY7ZKnzM/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362581665282773810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Smu3nMYz0zI/AAAAAAAABls/2YpXY7ZKnzM/s320/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What's left of the boat ramp at Fairground's Park, I had to paddle farther down to McGregor Park for Stacy to pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Smu3mlZYlXI/AAAAAAAABlc/QboeSxmcKIQ/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362581654816200050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Smu3mlZYlXI/AAAAAAAABlc/QboeSxmcKIQ/s320/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A different view of the Corman Railroad bridge. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362581659028907170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Smu3m1FxZKI/AAAAAAAABlk/k2S7JUAmsxs/s320/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Never seen anyone use a dog for bait before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Smu3mdVxCbI/AAAAAAAABlU/YAKJS95eHGk/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362581652653541810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Smu3mdVxCbI/AAAAAAAABlU/YAKJS95eHGk/s320/041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All finished and back on dry land. My arms ache, but all in all was a great day of kayaking the river, fishing and a great workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Smu3l8xv3uI/AAAAAAAABlM/JkYkWaKNYTc/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362581643912535778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Smu3l8xv3uI/AAAAAAAABlM/JkYkWaKNYTc/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course, no fishing trip would not be the same if I didn't catch some of David Morey's favorities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tree Bass.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-6083842837338412291?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/6083842837338412291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=6083842837338412291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/6083842837338412291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/6083842837338412291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/07/sixteen-miles-of-water.html' title='Sixteen Miles of Water'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Smu9zKlwaJI/AAAAAAAABns/mliG5Z7UUM0/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-5461755710596170078</id><published>2009-07-22T07:27:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T07:49:20.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Golf!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday after wandering downtown Clarksville, with rain threatning, Stacy wanted to go golfing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She must have known it was going to be a good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361262626834629122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmcH9DQOQgI/AAAAAAAABks/SvQl03GM_Ag/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here she is coming out of work all ready to hit the links.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She started taking lessons as a surprise 50th birthday present to me.  Who would have thought that after only two years she would beat me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When she saw her score after we finished the nine holes, a 48, she could not talk, I wish it had stayed that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her game like always was persistent and straight, I was all over the place.  Not taking anything away from her, but I could not hit a volleyball with a stick yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After repeatedly seeing Stacy with her fingers forming the letter "L" on her forehead and mouthing the word loser, she said she would take me to CiCi's so I could gorge myself in Pizza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-5461755710596170078?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/5461755710596170078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=5461755710596170078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/5461755710596170078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/5461755710596170078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-more-golf.html' title='No More Golf!'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmcH9DQOQgI/AAAAAAAABks/SvQl03GM_Ag/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-2613065171214349133</id><published>2009-07-21T20:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T20:48:09.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goofing off in Clarksville</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I was goofing off downtown Clarskville today doing some errands and looking for some geocaches as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmZuMRsfEdI/AAAAAAAABkc/MLO3gq23ui0/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361093563618628050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmZuMRsfEdI/AAAAAAAABkc/MLO3gq23ui0/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the geocaches had to do with exhibits inside the Customs House.  If you have never been inside you need to visit.  Interesting exhibit about Clarksville's roll and preperation during the cold war.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361093568734332242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmZuMkwKhVI/AAAAAAAABkk/M6gMDRQ-J4A/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;One of two scale train sets, this one a replica of Clarksville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmZuLy6jkeI/AAAAAAAABkM/x4NXzGCSLQM/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361093555356144098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmZuLy6jkeI/AAAAAAAABkM/x4NXzGCSLQM/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The bronze guy and I in front of the courthouse.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361093562278101730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmZuMMs4QuI/AAAAAAAABkU/AwBHqG-rw-0/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The newspaper, "The Day After" the bronze dude is reading about the 1999 tornado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmZuLU57W3I/AAAAAAAABkE/RFudv025FBk/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361093547300445042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmZuLU57W3I/AAAAAAAABkE/RFudv025FBk/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The courthouse.  There is an awesome hotdog vendor here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmZsmYdxkeI/AAAAAAAABj8/Z1mCTiQAHSA/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361091813089317346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmZsmYdxkeI/AAAAAAAABj8/Z1mCTiQAHSA/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I walk around downtown, no matter what city I am in, I always like to look up. You would not believe what you can miss if you don't look up once in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmZsmIzWxpI/AAAAAAAABj0/vl6QE0Nb34U/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361091808884868754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmZsmIzWxpI/AAAAAAAABj0/vl6QE0Nb34U/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm sure most locals have seen this mural, but did you know there are 15 historic places listed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmZsllZolXI/AAAAAAAABjs/9NoIYMo8D_Y/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361091799381742962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmZsllZolXI/AAAAAAAABjs/9NoIYMo8D_Y/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the caches I was looking for had to include a photo of my GPS and the cache. This was an extremely cropped photo as to not give away it's location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmZslVMTt1I/AAAAAAAABjk/SlBR_PQNXe4/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361091795030882130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmZslVMTt1I/AAAAAAAABjk/SlBR_PQNXe4/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Strawberry Field Bird Bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmZsky1g8jI/AAAAAAAABjc/ssYK2nbC_XQ/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361091785808474674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmZsky1g8jI/AAAAAAAABjc/ssYK2nbC_XQ/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Never stop and take photos on the tracks. Especially if you have a Ford with 246,545 miles on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-2613065171214349133?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/2613065171214349133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=2613065171214349133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/2613065171214349133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/2613065171214349133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/07/goofing-off-in-clarksville.html' title='Goofing off in Clarksville'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmZuMRsfEdI/AAAAAAAABkc/MLO3gq23ui0/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-1801234170913404042</id><published>2009-07-19T06:49:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T07:53:38.687-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday with Pop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Nichole planned a wedding shower for Mandy today, so I got to find something for Emma and I to do while all those ladies were at our house. There would be cucumber sandwiches, veggie trays, foo foo punch and little party games. We were going to need more then that on a Saturday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmMNzmoNzEI/AAAAAAAABi8/zEc8wLyqdJk/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360143161694735426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmMNzmoNzEI/AAAAAAAABi8/zEc8wLyqdJk/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We started out at about 9am, our first stop? The park. Emma no longer needed any help when climbing on the outdoor equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmMNzUPGfyI/AAAAAAAABi0/8dNNi-kvUOQ/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360143156757561122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmMNzUPGfyI/AAAAAAAABi0/8dNNi-kvUOQ/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The slide had a little dew on it, but that didn't stop Emma. She was doin' the dew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360145162609444066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmMPoEndROI/AAAAAAAABjM/aSC0qOdZBko/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Wow, steel cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360145146580649058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmMPnI55RGI/AAAAAAAABjE/jSgrNwXN308/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Nana, Auntie Coco and DeDe need cars like this. They don't go to fast, have no bumbers to crush, and they have standard Flintsone brakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmMNzJKc31I/AAAAAAAABis/iygBtULZjAY/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360143153785266002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmMNzJKc31I/AAAAAAAABis/iygBtULZjAY/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then it was on to Rural King so Emma and I could check out the power tools and man stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmMNy3Rvm_I/AAAAAAAABik/uvXlrr8jk0M/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360143148984015858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmMNy3Rvm_I/AAAAAAAABik/uvXlrr8jk0M/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we headed to Ft. Campbell so Pop could pick up some cigars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmMNyohbQeI/AAAAAAAABic/EbUMLq7xOFU/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360143145023259106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmMNyohbQeI/AAAAAAAABic/EbUMLq7xOFU/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First we had to stop and get something to eat at the PX's food court. I got Emma the chicken fingers, they looked like chicken shaped like little crowns. Growing up my chicken never looked like that. Before I could get Emma's chicken cooled down a little, she was all over my fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmMMOmnWQqI/AAAAAAAABiU/DFi0-mBGq9w/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360141426524308130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmMMOmnWQqI/AAAAAAAABiU/DFi0-mBGq9w/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fries in the left and chicken crowns in the right, my two fisted eater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmMMOQUrdXI/AAAAAAAABiM/09pvxU5UGZs/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360141420540425586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmMMOQUrdXI/AAAAAAAABiM/09pvxU5UGZs/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bellies full and cigars in tow we headed out toward the mall to see the balloon making clowns, inflatibles and face painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emma made it to the Mall, but except for the stroller ride, that's all she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmMMOMSNujI/AAAAAAAABiE/rs-0seuWaHA/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360141419456346674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmMMOMSNujI/AAAAAAAABiE/rs-0seuWaHA/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At Border's books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmMMNzxQHhI/AAAAAAAABh8/SPxjGCyuOts/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360141412875640338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmMMNzxQHhI/AAAAAAAABh8/SPxjGCyuOts/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At Verizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmMMNsCn-7I/AAAAAAAABh0/orZQjW1az6U/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360141410801023922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmMMNsCn-7I/AAAAAAAABh0/orZQjW1az6U/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enjoying the inflatibles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmMKGjuzCwI/AAAAAAAABhs/Nfdbt1G12dc/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360139089288039170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmMKGjuzCwI/AAAAAAAABhs/Nfdbt1G12dc/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She slept through the face painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmMKGFerAsI/AAAAAAAABhk/dHdRIdrQCUk/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360139081167340226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmMKGFerAsI/AAAAAAAABhk/dHdRIdrQCUk/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Still sleeping while the clown made the animal balloons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmMKF7lNpWI/AAAAAAAABhc/CZ8HzBXobFA/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360139078510421346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmMKF7lNpWI/AAAAAAAABhc/CZ8HzBXobFA/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emma! Your missing the Chic Fil A Cow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360150227268258546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmMUO38NyvI/AAAAAAAABjU/8D9y8pwsQfY/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;So, since it's Saturday we have got to go to Wally's. I must have thought it outloud, because as soon as I did Emma woke up and was ready to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360139063942173730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmMKFFT31CI/AAAAAAAABhM/3CPWrWvquz4/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to Wally's with no list, only got a basket to put Emma in. Came out with Strawberry Whoppers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  Life is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Now it's time to go home and get all those ladies out of the house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-1801234170913404042?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/1801234170913404042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=1801234170913404042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/1801234170913404042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/1801234170913404042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/07/saturday-with-pop.html' title='Saturday with Pop'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SmMNzmoNzEI/AAAAAAAABi8/zEc8wLyqdJk/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-8444455620462056530</id><published>2009-07-11T07:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T07:53:59.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heart of Dixie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I was traveling back from Chattanooga and decided to take the long way home as I like to do when I take the bike on a business trip.  This time it was through Alabama. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Now before you start thinking about geography, I dropped down I-59 just outside of Chattanooga.  I spent about 20 miles in western Georgia before I hit the Alabama state line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357180741004195090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SliHgBkedRI/AAAAAAAABg0/Br5CCrIwGHg/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I stopped at the visitor's center when I entered the state and found this plaque dedicated to the Armed Forces of the United States, nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357180751143889746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SliHgnV961I/AAAAAAAABg8/KM4UToFd02M/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Following back roads, I came to Russell Cave.  I was trying to make my way up to Monteage from the backside of the mountain then get back on I-24.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After Russell Cave I roared back down the small country roads, the road I was on kept getting smaller, tree covered and had more bumps than I cared for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After negotiating a sharp turn, the road I was on turned to gravel and ended.  Because of the shadows of the trees I did not realize it until I was in it.  Scary moment, especially when the banjo music started.  I did not notice I was in Tennessee until I finally got turned around and headed back out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357180755748709282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SliHg4f146I/AAAAAAAABhE/x5GejxNndCQ/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Never thought I would ever be thankful to be back in the Heart of Dixie again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-8444455620462056530?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/8444455620462056530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=8444455620462056530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/8444455620462056530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/8444455620462056530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/07/heart-of-dixie.html' title='The Heart of Dixie'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SliHgBkedRI/AAAAAAAABg0/Br5CCrIwGHg/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-1266780870446777934</id><published>2009-07-05T07:48:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T08:05:42.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now We're Eating!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Emma started using utensils to eat, and since doing so, everything has to be put on a fork or spoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354958890578515490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SlCivTvAliI/AAAAAAAABgE/W-ZnlY6OK-4/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Breakfast tastes better when you can finally eat it yourself. But this mushy stuff is getting old mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SlCiv1xbYwI/AAAAAAAABgM/6ImfvcKOKDc/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354958899715465986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SlCiv1xbYwI/AAAAAAAABgM/6ImfvcKOKDc/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Praise Jesus, I can feed myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354958902483234674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SlCiwAFUL3I/AAAAAAAABgU/U6aPATGt4Ic/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I'm a big girl now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354958909078766898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SlCiwYp0BTI/AAAAAAAABgc/v7g18ifmdYY/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Praise Jesus, I can feed myself out in restaurants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pop, we have GOT to find my own steel stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354959912064135314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SlCjqxEKMJI/AAAAAAAABgk/3N8T39cLpnU/s320/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quanity is not what I had in mind, I'm thinking BIG Pop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354959919897405154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SlCjrOPwZuI/AAAAAAAABgs/tPELX--DBYg/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now your talking, bring on the big girl food!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-1266780870446777934?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/1266780870446777934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=1266780870446777934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/1266780870446777934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/1266780870446777934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/07/now-were-eating.html' title='Now We&apos;re Eating!'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SlCivTvAliI/AAAAAAAABgE/W-ZnlY6OK-4/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-6707526657907817354</id><published>2009-06-27T07:54:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T11:20:59.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where it All Started</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As most of those who follow this blog, you know that Stacy and I are high school sweethearts.  This is the front of Mt. Miguel HS where we met.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351991835904096322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SkYYN_vauEI/AAAAAAAABfc/qI0FNUFfNFU/s320/164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It looked a lot different this time, instead of  a great view of the desert mountains, there is now a 30 foot tall wall that now hides the freeway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351993603966977698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SkYZ06SdRqI/AAAAAAAABfs/lcPkjlBVQqA/s320/157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is now a stucco company, in 1975, it was a movie theater, it was Stacy and my first date.  We saw Young Frankenstein. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351993599701284562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SkYZ0qZb9tI/AAAAAAAABfk/vZLgnKxbeX0/s320/158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Across the parking lot from the movie theater was and still is, "Foster's Freeze."  Best hamburgers in Spring Valley and the greatest soft serve in the valley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SkYZ1hw_5HI/AAAAAAAABf8/0bA5lfPeMCE/s1600-h/155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351993614564058226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SkYZ1hw_5HI/AAAAAAAABf8/0bA5lfPeMCE/s320/155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The little house on Skyline Drive where Stacy lived in Lemon Grove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SkYZ1KSSX3I/AAAAAAAABf0/D_ZJrIwztBQ/s1600-h/156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351993608261230450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SkYZ1KSSX3I/AAAAAAAABf0/D_ZJrIwztBQ/s320/156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The house I grew up in on Broadview Street in Spring Valley.  I used to walk to Stacy's house and back just about every night.&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/_nCwp32qDFds/SkYYNX6hFXI/AAAAAAAABfM/2Y5iwERcBBA/s1600-h/170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351991825213232498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SkYYNX6hFXI/AAAAAAAABfM/2Y5iwERcBBA/s320/170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The El Cajon valley that we both love so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351991827814242850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SkYYNhmpWiI/AAAAAAAABfU/GTQ3xGYAVD0/s320/173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;On this trip it was all about what Stacy wanted to eat.  Although I did get in a few chili dogs, it was all about rolled tacos and carne asada burritos for her.  I don't think we had a home cooked meal the whole time we were there.  I was suppose to get homemade meatballs, but my brother got lazy so I got them at Fillippi's instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SkYYM6EGguI/AAAAAAAABfE/zrds8gP9YUU/s1600-h/172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351991817200370402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SkYYM6EGguI/AAAAAAAABfE/zrds8gP9YUU/s320/172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stacy with her best friend from high school, Cindy (l), my godson Stephen, and his girlfriend Megan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SkYYMvIArcI/AAAAAAAABe8/_K8RfDTk-ZE/s1600-h/168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351991814263975362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SkYYMvIArcI/AAAAAAAABe8/_K8RfDTk-ZE/s320/168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Megan, Stacy and Cindy sitting outside Costco after eating a huge vanilla and chocolate dipped ice cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a great vacation, it was great to attend Andi and Ted's wedding, seeing family and friends and even jumping off the house into the pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No bumps, no bruises and no scars on this trip.  I like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-6707526657907817354?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/6707526657907817354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=6707526657907817354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/6707526657907817354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/6707526657907817354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-it-all-started.html' title='Where it All Started'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SkYYN_vauEI/AAAAAAAABfc/qI0FNUFfNFU/s72-c/164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-3795901990462946755</id><published>2009-06-22T18:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T18:39:32.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eagle Crest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Nice easy day at Eagle Crest Golf Club just outside the San Diego Wild Animal Park in San Pasqual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SkAUdVxhJhI/AAAAAAAABes/1RSwL7WqpHI/s1600-h/Vacation+06.09+147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350298851609749010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SkAUdVxhJhI/AAAAAAAABes/1RSwL7WqpHI/s320/Vacation+06.09+147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stacy on the driving range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SkAUdHmXkLI/AAAAAAAABek/leFVJ54sZ4o/s1600-h/Vacation+06.09+148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350298847804887218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SkAUdHmXkLI/AAAAAAAABek/leFVJ54sZ4o/s320/Vacation+06.09+148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looking down the fairway towards the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SkAUczy9f7I/AAAAAAAABec/6p2YIzTuNQ8/s1600-h/Vacation+06.09+149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350298842488995762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SkAUczy9f7I/AAAAAAAABec/6p2YIzTuNQ8/s320/Vacation+06.09+149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More fairways, just relaxing enjoying the great weather and vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SkAUctSrtgI/AAAAAAAABeU/w-pVTfJVO4w/s1600-h/Vacation+06.09+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350298840742999554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SkAUctSrtgI/AAAAAAAABeU/w-pVTfJVO4w/s320/Vacation+06.09+150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The roadrunner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SkATGdQl8RI/AAAAAAAABd0/0iO6TEYBIBU/s1600-h/Vacation+06.09+154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350297358970515730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SkATGdQl8RI/AAAAAAAABd0/0iO6TEYBIBU/s320/Vacation+06.09+154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The roadrunner catching a lizard for lunch, the coyote was no where in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SkATHD4NvhI/AAAAAAAABeM/8LPmmd_YZbo/s1600-h/Vacation+06.09+151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350297369337249298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SkATHD4NvhI/AAAAAAAABeM/8LPmmd_YZbo/s320/Vacation+06.09+151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The 10th tee box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SkATG6JrjHI/AAAAAAAABeE/nMdhQLA42cY/s1600-h/Vacation+06.09+152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350297366726151282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SkATG6JrjHI/AAAAAAAABeE/nMdhQLA42cY/s320/Vacation+06.09+152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Peaceful day of golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SkATGgimnfI/AAAAAAAABd8/rsgOUqeWltA/s1600-h/Vacation+06.09+153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350297359851363826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SkATGgimnfI/AAAAAAAABd8/rsgOUqeWltA/s320/Vacation+06.09+153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking back at the 15th fairway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SkATGKDST2I/AAAAAAAABds/X9lAQrYFIxE/s1600-h/Vacation+06.09+155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350297353814429538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SkATGKDST2I/AAAAAAAABds/X9lAQrYFIxE/s320/Vacation+06.09+155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peter Cotton Tail hopping down the bunny trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350298862462563922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SkAUd-NB9lI/AAAAAAAABe0/tdPOz7uWoEw/s320/Vacation+06.09+146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The 18th green.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have enjoyed this vacation with no cell phone, no work email and no distractions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to mention eating out all the time, wait, that's normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-3795901990462946755?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/3795901990462946755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=3795901990462946755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/3795901990462946755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/3795901990462946755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/06/eagle-crest.html' title='Eagle Crest'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SkAUdVxhJhI/AAAAAAAABes/1RSwL7WqpHI/s72-c/Vacation+06.09+147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-3280797529846562459</id><published>2009-06-22T08:05:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T08:37:31.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Father's Day started out quiet and remained that way for the rest of the day.  I got up early, grabbed some coffee and started out looking for a few geocaches.  After I found them I stopped off at the 7-11 to get Stacy some blueberry coffee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350142245977078306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sj-GBsVGOiI/AAAAAAAABdc/qxoVhtPqNEY/s320/Vacation+06.09+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We attended the Pomerado Christian Church in Escondido, the same church Andi was married in the day before.  The Pastor, Evan Foote lives next door to my brother and it's a wonder story of salvation for my family.  One day I will share it here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sj-GCI1bz2I/AAAAAAAABdk/MkXmmLKcdX8/s1600-h/Vacation+06.09+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350142253628903266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sj-GCI1bz2I/AAAAAAAABdk/MkXmmLKcdX8/s320/Vacation+06.09+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stacy and my "much" older brother Nick looking a Gunner's BMW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sj-FU-6ZMrI/AAAAAAAABdM/1Y_4AqDqUPA/s1600-h/Vacation+06.09+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350141477871235762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sj-FU-6ZMrI/AAAAAAAABdM/1Y_4AqDqUPA/s320/Vacation+06.09+118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After church we headed the short distance to National City to La Vista Memorial Gardens.  This is where my dad is laid to rest.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, this is a mariachi band playing in the background.  I have never seen a mariachi bank play anywhere but a Mexican restaurant.  But here they were, walking and playing for tips to whoever visited a late loved one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sj-FUlsbFOI/AAAAAAAABdE/4B0TXjDZTFM/s1600-h/Vacation+06.09+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350141471101752546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sj-FUlsbFOI/AAAAAAAABdE/4B0TXjDZTFM/s320/Vacation+06.09+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playing for the next group of mourners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350141482320028274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sj-FVPfEYnI/AAAAAAAABdU/qgBaC6Qc1CQ/s320/Vacation+06.09+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Once back at home, Stacy and Nick set out getting the goodies ready for lunch and the BBQ (grilling) to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sj-FUUX_IHI/AAAAAAAABc8/DL9ni1q7d9w/s1600-h/Vacation+06.09+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350141466452631666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sj-FUUX_IHI/AAAAAAAABc8/DL9ni1q7d9w/s320/Vacation+06.09+130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nick, Jerry and Stacy enjoying noting but the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sj-FT79j1fI/AAAAAAAABc0/u1tz8AmVw3o/s1600-h/Vacation+06.09+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350141459899340274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sj-FT79j1fI/AAAAAAAABc0/u1tz8AmVw3o/s320/Vacation+06.09+133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jerry and his son Trevor talking about life and other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sj-D1n5aOKI/AAAAAAAABcs/PW6X5dls0kA/s1600-h/Vacation+06.09+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350139839605520546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sj-D1n5aOKI/AAAAAAAABcs/PW6X5dls0kA/s320/Vacation+06.09+122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love these cactus, the flower bulbs on them are called prickly pears and once you peal the stickers off you can eat them like apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sj-D1YAkSxI/AAAAAAAABck/jG5fh-B5H7E/s1600-h/Vacation+06.09+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350139835340573458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sj-D1YAkSxI/AAAAAAAABck/jG5fh-B5H7E/s320/Vacation+06.09+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chilling by the pool enjoying a nice Cuban on Father's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sj-D08SPL2I/AAAAAAAABcc/Ifvfmwamo4M/s1600-h/Vacation+06.09+136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350139827898494818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sj-D08SPL2I/AAAAAAAABcc/Ifvfmwamo4M/s320/Vacation+06.09+136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My nephew Jerry and his wife Jeanne. Jerry is a rescue swimmer in the Navy and Jeanne works for Sharps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sj-D0vIs0_I/AAAAAAAABcU/GaY3Jd6FiHg/s1600-h/Vacation+06.09+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350139824368833522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sj-D0vIs0_I/AAAAAAAABcU/GaY3Jd6FiHg/s320/Vacation+06.09+144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Father's Dad had to end, but I'm glad we got to spend it with my brother and got to visits our Dad's place of rest, Mariachi band and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-3280797529846562459?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/3280797529846562459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=3280797529846562459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/3280797529846562459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/3280797529846562459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-day-2009.html' title='Father&apos;s Day 2009'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sj-GBsVGOiI/AAAAAAAABdc/qxoVhtPqNEY/s72-c/Vacation+06.09+115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-5707315917061028667</id><published>2009-06-21T09:39:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T10:03:10.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Andi's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My niece, Andrea got married yesterday to a wonderful man, Ted.  This is the one of the reasons I went to vacation in San Diego.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349793580350960338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sj5I6rp78tI/AAAAAAAABb8/50zOUVlBy0w/s320/Vacation+06.09+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Andi and Ted's wedding rehearsal on Friday evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349792365775491746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sj5Hz_AlEqI/AAAAAAAABbk/wZ_jFmmZziY/s320/Vacation+06.09+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The bride and groom leaving the church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sj5I7I9anSI/AAAAAAAABcM/bvBjCo6si60/s1600-h/Vacation+06.09+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349793588217290018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sj5I7I9anSI/AAAAAAAABcM/bvBjCo6si60/s320/Vacation+06.09+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ted and Andrea Ender Palmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sj5I60UwmqI/AAAAAAAABcE/TVobfkm6vaI/s1600-h/Vacation+06.09+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349793582678055586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sj5I60UwmqI/AAAAAAAABcE/TVobfkm6vaI/s320/Vacation+06.09+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looking over the valley at the church in Escondido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sj5I6V35gvI/AAAAAAAABb0/BB47-BXM7-A/s1600-h/Vacation+06.09+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349793574503940850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sj5I6V35gvI/AAAAAAAABb0/BB47-BXM7-A/s320/Vacation+06.09+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stacy in the church parking lot looking great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sj5H0cnHwvI/AAAAAAAABbs/LTTdyEaZlVI/s1600-h/Vacation+06.09+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349792373721776882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sj5H0cnHwvI/AAAAAAAABbs/LTTdyEaZlVI/s320/Vacation+06.09+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My brother Nick, sister Shari and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sj5HzchxIQI/AAAAAAAABbc/lYhzLXnRAlM/s1600-h/Vacation+06.09+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349792356519452930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sj5HzchxIQI/AAAAAAAABbc/lYhzLXnRAlM/s320/Vacation+06.09+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I almost took this off the wall so I could place it over our fireplace at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sj5HzG5YzKI/AAAAAAAABbU/g8vRaJyKlss/s1600-h/Vacation+06.09+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349792350712941730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sj5HzG5YzKI/AAAAAAAABbU/g8vRaJyKlss/s320/Vacation+06.09+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The wedding cakes.  Four of them, chocolate, chocolate, fruit and lemon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sj5Hy_U8m4I/AAAAAAAABbM/XX96Y7lZTWo/s1600-h/Vacation+06.09+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349792348681051010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sj5Hy_U8m4I/AAAAAAAABbM/XX96Y7lZTWo/s320/Vacation+06.09+107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ted and Andi making thier escape after the reception.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-5707315917061028667?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/5707315917061028667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=5707315917061028667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/5707315917061028667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/5707315917061028667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/06/andis-wedding.html' title='Andi&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sj5I6rp78tI/AAAAAAAABb8/50zOUVlBy0w/s72-c/Vacation+06.09+053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-3801404927094090444</id><published>2009-06-19T08:06:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T17:30:39.322-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation-San Diego</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stacy and I finally are getting away for a much needed vacation. We usually take these trips at seperate times, because I like to get distracted and move all through them at a hectic past, she likes to take it slow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349025206865003586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SjuOFdXMhEI/AAAAAAAABZs/oIZqN8Hci7Q/s320/Vacation+06.09+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stacy giving Mandy, aka, "The Worrier" last minutes instructions as we eat breakfast at the Nashville airport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349025209750660082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SjuOFoHMI_I/AAAAAAAABZ0/5aixYdbWPAk/s320/Vacation+06.09+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As we took off, I could see my office building from the right side of the plane.  If you look closely you can see the hookers in the parking lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349025213158992450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SjuOF0zzKkI/AAAAAAAABZ8/wiCZrsLBxPY/s320/Vacation+06.09+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't even escape WalMart here either,  Stacy is going to keep those in blue working anywhere she can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349026559678305330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SjuPUM_BVDI/AAAAAAAABaU/etVIL3Tph_s/s320/Vacation+06.09+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The night skyline from Coronado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349026549842953202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SjuPToWFw_I/AAAAAAAABaE/ZfUtwF2bJNU/s320/Vacation+06.09+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We also went to Westfield Mall to look for a "clutch"  I was looking for a car part, everyone else was looking for a small purse.  Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SjuPUi4Be7I/AAAAAAAABac/2r1RRLC9Q2I/s1600-h/Vacation+06.09+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349026565554535346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SjuPUi4Be7I/AAAAAAAABac/2r1RRLC9Q2I/s320/Vacation+06.09+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stacy making her par put at Willow Creek in Santee.  Got me and David a logo ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SjuPT2fm83I/AAAAAAAABaM/yIEYD7M5IIY/s1600-h/Vacation+06.09+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349026553640973170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SjuPT2fm83I/AAAAAAAABaM/yIEYD7M5IIY/s320/Vacation+06.09+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More chillin' around the pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349026572181156066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SjuPU7j7sOI/AAAAAAAABak/-_LwHuG5hoo/s320/Vacation+06.09+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met Randy (l) and Rick (r) in San Diego, then hit the Hard Rock before going geocaching. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349028085732310002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SjuQtB-pe_I/AAAAAAAABas/VWncnhKZflw/s320/Vacation+06.09+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Climbing back up the hill in Balboa Park after a muli-cache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349028095204412962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SjuQtlQ-TiI/AAAAAAAABa0/mhK0qB9G50o/s320/Vacation+06.09+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This is the elusive southern California Strawberry bush.  I have no idea of how this got here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349028105692982514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SjuQuMVpLPI/AAAAAAAABbE/utmLgIs2r20/s320/Vacation+06.09+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This is not the typical California girl I was hoping for, this lady had more hair on her legs then I did.  I was so amazed I had to take this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349028101132339410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SjuQt7WTSNI/AAAAAAAABa8/OISOahdYwnc/s320/Vacation+06.09+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Andi, Stacy, Denise and Nick in the shade by the pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More photos to follow when I have time, too busy enjoying the great weather.&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/4395327807328124318-3801404927094090444?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/3801404927094090444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=3801404927094090444' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/3801404927094090444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/3801404927094090444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/06/vacation-san-diego.html' title='Vacation-San Diego'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SjuOFdXMhEI/AAAAAAAABZs/oIZqN8Hci7Q/s72-c/Vacation+06.09+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-2652287026397776818</id><published>2009-06-15T09:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T09:19:12.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>VACATION!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stacy and I are going to San Diego tomorrow for 8 freaking days of vacation.  I will be running around doing the Southern California stuff, and she will be relaxing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Woo Hoo!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Updates, photos here, if I have time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-2652287026397776818?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/2652287026397776818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=2652287026397776818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/2652287026397776818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/2652287026397776818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/06/vacation.html' title='VACATION!!'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-2966597563650957632</id><published>2009-06-07T00:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T01:14:46.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wondering In East Tennessee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I started my weekend off by leaving home on Thursday afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SitWNFIU_wI/AAAAAAAABZE/CHB6zlY2Vp4/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344460165520621314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SitWNFIU_wI/AAAAAAAABZE/CHB6zlY2Vp4/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just a shot of the Nashville skyline from I-40 as I was headed east.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So many emails from Tony later, I was en route to Knoxville. (I will not mention that he emailed my on Thursday night about a conference call I needed to be on four days prior.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had a scheduled meeting with one of my Knoxville clients this afternoon at 3pm, she called me early this morning to say she needed to push it back to 7pm. I had not planned to be in Knoxville that long so I had to find something to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344460181031602370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SitWN-6byMI/AAAAAAAABZc/YLQ-XNGMEvc/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My nephew, Jerry loves the Tennessee Vols, so I climbed a fence and got this shot of Neyland Stadium.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344460172285440962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SitWNeVL88I/AAAAAAAABZM/BoMQ2GyeAH8/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I was real hungry, so I went to Cracker Barrel to get something lite, like this half pound cheese burger and fries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344460176115139378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SitWNsmQgzI/AAAAAAAABZU/M-O-OK91ftg/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was a quiet place to stop and reflect, you never know where the rest of you ends up cause your dead and who cares anyway.  As long as you are a follower of Christ, who cares where your remains, remain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344460189847607810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SitWOfwVWgI/AAAAAAAABZk/pg8nORHa9h0/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Just inside the Rockford City limits, I hope my home never floats away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got a chance to nap at the local mall, they have what Stacy calls old men seats.  I put my sun glasses on and kicked back in the recliners and dosed for about 2 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nice.&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/4395327807328124318-2966597563650957632?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/2966597563650957632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=2966597563650957632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/2966597563650957632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/2966597563650957632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/06/wondering-in-east-tennessee.html' title='Wondering In East Tennessee'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SitWNFIU_wI/AAAAAAAABZE/CHB6zlY2Vp4/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-6456731835839086828</id><published>2009-06-05T17:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T18:11:32.144-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rub a Dub Dub</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; We we're keeping a not so keen eye on Emma Wednesday night as Lisa was at work.  Stacy was filling the tub for Emma's bath and shut off the water and was getting her PJ's, when she heard the splash.  Stacy was in the bathroom at the time so there was no real danger.  Emma apparently reached in to get her bath toys and flipped in.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343982844669570946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SimkFWZPr4I/AAAAAAAABYc/r7IACfF57sg/s320/Siemens+06.06.09+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343982849327274514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SimkFnvumhI/AAAAAAAABYk/NCxk0_bH88g/s320/Siemens+06.06.09+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;She was madder than a wet hen (pun intended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SimkGMSRtrI/AAAAAAAABY0/FLTD3lL2rZk/s1600-h/Siemens+06.06.09+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343982859135858354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SimkGMSRtrI/AAAAAAAABY0/FLTD3lL2rZk/s320/Siemens+06.06.09+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After she was already in, she started to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SimkF1rm9eI/AAAAAAAABYs/vfgR9RMGHNI/s1600-h/Siemens+06.06.09+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343982853068092898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SimkF1rm9eI/AAAAAAAABYs/vfgR9RMGHNI/s320/Siemens+06.06.09+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In reality, if you have toddlers at home, keep an eye on them and please men and &lt;em&gt;women&lt;/em&gt;, put the seat and lid down so that the little ones will not flip in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343982861641424098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SimkGVnpnOI/AAAAAAAABY8/HmJ4utDTbwo/s320/Siemens+06.06.09+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;zx2 update, 244,444.&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/4395327807328124318-6456731835839086828?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/6456731835839086828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=6456731835839086828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/6456731835839086828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/6456731835839086828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/06/rub-dub-dub.html' title='Rub a Dub Dub'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SimkFWZPr4I/AAAAAAAABYc/r7IACfF57sg/s72-c/Siemens+06.06.09+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-3638568036684607359</id><published>2009-06-01T16:05:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T17:04:13.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubba the Wonderdog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just about 14 years ago Stacy and I went to a Sunday School social at the home of Mike and Patsy Collins. Mike had a few farm dogs then and one of then gave birth to a litter of 13. During our visit Mike took me out to the barn to see if I wanted to take one home for my girls. I said no thanks, the girls would say they would take care of a new puppy, but it would wear off and then I would have to take care of it. Mike said, "you need to take this little one home, he's the runt of 13 and can't get into nurse because of his bigger brothers and sisters."  I still said no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went back to Mike's farm the next week for a dinner and Mike again took me out to the barn and reminded me again that the little runt was going to die if I did not take it home.  I again said no.  So Mike brought the runt to Stacy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The runt weighed in a about a pound and a half, and did not even fill up her hand, she fell for the girls saying they would care for it and so Bubba was named because he was a farm dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stacy took the runt to the vet and was now feeding it vitamins through an eye dropper.  The runt was so weak it could not walk, but despite this Stacy would take the little guy outside where it would take a step and fall over, but before it did, he would do his business.  But the runt never had an accident in the house that I can remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well the runt turned into our 75 pound Bubba the Wonderdog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although big now, Bubba never thought he was a big dog, he used to sit in Nichole's lap while she put on her makeup getting ready for high school.  He would run across the room and jump into my lap like he weighed and the same one and a half pounds.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342472155159197426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SiRGHpat9vI/AAAAAAAABYM/ks8JCB6rgs8/s320/005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bubba and I in our younger days. A man, his truck and his dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342472149294953778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SiRGHTkktTI/AAAAAAAABYE/NH0ZGcuWjOQ/s320/004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While Nichole was attending art classes at APSU, she used Bubba as a model for a charcoal drawing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342468877306632498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SiRDI2dxGTI/AAAAAAAABX0/qG5aRcxyA6o/s320/House++Lisa+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's my boy after we moved to the new house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342468881601338562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SiRDJGdtHMI/AAAAAAAABX8/rOCATayZzwM/s320/002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This morning, at the vet, I had to get one shot with my camera phone.  Bubba never liked going to the vet and as I held his head in my hands crying like a baby, just before he went to sleep he licked my face as if to say "Good bye."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I will miss you Bubba the Wonderdog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-3638568036684607359?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/3638568036684607359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=3638568036684607359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/3638568036684607359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/3638568036684607359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/06/bubba-wonderdog.html' title='Bubba the Wonderdog'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SiRGHpat9vI/AAAAAAAABYM/ks8JCB6rgs8/s72-c/005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-3905537503097679716</id><published>2009-05-31T21:38:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:31:56.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Anniversary of Stacy's 29th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday Stacy turned 4_ (fill in the blank) years old and we celebrated her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She wanted to take a long bike ride to Patti's 1880's Settlement in Grand Rivers Kentucky. I checked map quest and I check the shortest route, then programed the route into my head. I-24 east to exit 31, left, 3 miles, 1st left to Patti's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we got on the bike and headed out. As soon as we got on I-24 and headed east toward Kentucky, she leaned forward and informed me that she didn't want to take the intestate. She wanted a nice country back road type of ride, nice and slow. Of course she did, I was suppose to know that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After getting off of the interstate at Exit 4, I took the back roads, US 79 to Merryweather to Trenton Road to Tiny Town road to 41-A into Hopkinsville Kentucky, where we stopped to check out a map.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a long way on US 91 to Princeton then to Grand Rivers, so she opted to go east on US 68 toward Russellville Ky. But US 68 was an improved 4 lane and not a "country road." She also asked me to slow down because the wind was making her head shake from the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We stopped at the Jefferson Davis Memorial, looks like the Washington Monument but smaller, much shorter. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342195766168912498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SiNKvsMYAnI/AAAAAAAABXc/WsVmtypKTsA/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I asked her if she wanted to take the tour to the top, nope, she has never like heights. So after walking around and looking at the sights we got back on the road. We headed east on US 68 again , then took a left on US 475 (I think) followed the road up and down, back and forth, left and right. We dodged horse poop from the horse drawn carriages, the Amish on bicycles, and all the other "county" creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342195769541449346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SiNKv4wc1oI/AAAAAAAABXk/HvwzZiRLX3I/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After going back and forth on the road, we went back and forth on where to eat. She decided the OG would be good. Because everyplace I picked she said no, why do I even ask? It worked out great as she was able to eat and spend time with Lisa and Nichole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SiNKuwgTObI/AAAAAAAABXM/oq4D9GL9YFI/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342195750146357682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SiNKuwgTObI/AAAAAAAABXM/oq4D9GL9YFI/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stacy loves yellow roses, so when she woke up she had them a card and her favorite candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because she does like them, I have a tattoo of a yellow rose with her name on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Don't ask, you can't see it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342197125998493586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SiNL-19Av5I/AAAAAAAABXs/fx7gI61eMmY/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; But nothing compares to the real thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She could not be more beautiful now than she did the first time I saw her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just before we fell asleep, I asked her, "Did you have a good birthday, she said, yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some things get better with age, and I can attest to that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-3905537503097679716?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/3905537503097679716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=3905537503097679716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/3905537503097679716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/3905537503097679716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/05/anniversary-of-stacys-29th-birthday.html' title='The Anniversary of Stacy&apos;s 29th Birthday'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SiNKvsMYAnI/AAAAAAAABXc/WsVmtypKTsA/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-8479908059132400416</id><published>2009-05-30T06:08:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T07:47:05.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Vacation Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took a vacation day on Thursday after a long two days on the road, I am exceeding tired of this required travel and having a totally incompetent boss. The situation at work has become almost intolerable, nice thing about this is I am at ease about it. We have followed Dave Ramsey and I can walk away from the this job and it's stress if I want and I'm going to. Soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was proceeded by the news from Lisa that she was seeking a divorce from her husband of 4 years and moved back home with Emma. So as Stacy and I prepare for Mandy's wedding to David, Lisa and Emma are back for a temporay stay until they can find an apartment. Mandy also had a good friend Monika stay a few days with us while she prepared to move back to Colorado Springs. For awhile I thought I was operating a home for wayward girls and children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would like to thank those who have been in prayer for our family, I can feel the love of those who are close to us. Again, thanks for you prayers and sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341574573917571778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SiEVxiudisI/AAAAAAAABVM/2tPc-ofRSTk/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I started my short vacation day with Emma playing in my briefcase, card keys, GPS, camera and so many other goodies. Moms can you see the mischief in those eyes? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341574564650357554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SiEVxAM_EzI/AAAAAAAABVE/lyDDktjElRU/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Emma loved my small notebooks and decided it was fun to tear out the pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341574578858250098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SiEVx1IaT3I/AAAAAAAABVU/qx1JZE_G4rM/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Nana and Emma playing the make a face game while getting ready for breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341574582287119282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SiEVyB56s7I/AAAAAAAABVc/maO8UmdOsyY/s320/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emma wanted to grub into my Moss' fat and cholesterol free breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341574593018240402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SiEVyp4anZI/AAAAAAAABVk/ZgM1D3JswIE/s320/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;But, instead Nana gave her French toast. French is sissy stuff Nana.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341577825664872786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SiEYu0bbsVI/AAAAAAAABWU/W0cJO3qT55c/s320/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;We got all this great food for this little? Ah, no wonder Pop loves Moss'. But I have no pockets yet Pop, which means I have no money, so you got hosed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341577831014573058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SiEYvIW5pAI/AAAAAAAABWc/jc2Xt820NCM/s320/044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Your so smart Pop, I could listen to you all day. Tell me the one about pulling your finger........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341576471016334466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SiEXf9-DZII/AAAAAAAABWM/GFPnr8vvj9w/s320/052.JPG" border="0" /&gt; After breakfast and running a few errands, Stacy thought I could use some golf to relax. She is doing the streatching before we get started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341576462346129730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SiEXfdq6kUI/AAAAAAAABWE/7PAVPgssXko/s320/051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mobile office, PDA, note pad, cigar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341576448154435554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SiEXeozWf-I/AAAAAAAABV0/GsOZD47YSq0/s320/057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341576442308053058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SiEXeTBdyEI/AAAAAAAABVs/ohNw3n4duag/s320/054.JPG" border="0" /&gt; It's always good to be in God's great outdoors, especially when you see a burning bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At some point in life you have got to measure your life, family, friends, work and the rest of life's distractions. When something gets out of balance, just like the front end of a car, you have to get it adjusted or it will just get worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next week, I will be making that adjustment, not sure if the adjustment will work or if I will need to get the whole thing replaced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-8479908059132400416?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/8479908059132400416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=8479908059132400416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/8479908059132400416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/8479908059132400416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/05/short-vacation-day.html' title='Short Vacation Day'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SiEVxiudisI/AAAAAAAABVM/2tPc-ofRSTk/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-2614080859582649190</id><published>2009-05-25T22:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:54:46.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She is still not Married</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Shtn39nJKeI/AAAAAAAABU8/qpzGj1bc5uc/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339975994307062242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Shtn39nJKeI/AAAAAAAABU8/qpzGj1bc5uc/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-2614080859582649190?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/2614080859582649190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=2614080859582649190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/2614080859582649190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/2614080859582649190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/05/she-is-still-not-married.html' title='She is still not Married'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Shtn39nJKeI/AAAAAAAABU8/qpzGj1bc5uc/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-6040600238989865596</id><published>2009-05-25T22:03:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T07:11:36.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Memorial Day we had the whole gang over to the house, we grilled, gave thanks to those brave men and women who gave all for our freedom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Shtm4YdGWFI/AAAAAAAABU0/SFfIQ6gITOw/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339974902001064018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Shtm4YdGWFI/AAAAAAAABU0/SFfIQ6gITOw/s320/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lots of food, family and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Shtm3eurd-I/AAAAAAAABUc/1O4KsLe3u4g/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339974886505543650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Shtm3eurd-I/AAAAAAAABUc/1O4KsLe3u4g/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; David, Jerry and Lisa getting their grub on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Shtm3Ns0KbI/AAAAAAAABUU/C32e94PZ-3w/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339974881934322098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Shtm3Ns0KbI/AAAAAAAABUU/C32e94PZ-3w/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Grill Master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/ShtlNEO5E9I/AAAAAAAABUM/k1zKLliL10s/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339973058326762450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/ShtlNEO5E9I/AAAAAAAABUM/k1zKLliL10s/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nichole, West and Emma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chillin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/ShtlM-KE3DI/AAAAAAAABUE/G7WlX8g8Nao/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339973056695950386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/ShtlM-KE3DI/AAAAAAAABUE/G7WlX8g8Nao/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looking down on the grill, oh yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339974887395585202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Shtm3iC4bLI/AAAAAAAABUk/d-mKGOekwAo/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The grill looking back at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/ShtlMmqU-VI/AAAAAAAABT8/4bDEXQoNOh4/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339973050388773202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/ShtlMmqU-VI/AAAAAAAABT8/4bDEXQoNOh4/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stacy, Bonnie and Emma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/ShtlMSlQGII/AAAAAAAABT0/hsJ5z6KJ-eM/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339973044998772866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/ShtlMSlQGII/AAAAAAAABT0/hsJ5z6KJ-eM/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/ShtlL6_KAEI/AAAAAAAABTs/b5XouPWIuqI/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339973038664974402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/ShtlL6_KAEI/AAAAAAAABTs/b5XouPWIuqI/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The garden, coming along real good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/ShtjkH9fpvI/AAAAAAAABTk/lKCeDarMTDw/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339971255441270514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/ShtjkH9fpvI/AAAAAAAABTk/lKCeDarMTDw/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emma, Stacy and Bonnie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Shtjj50ONyI/AAAAAAAABTc/xYE_VByIsfY/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339971251644282658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Shtjj50ONyI/AAAAAAAABTc/xYE_VByIsfY/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just hanging around having a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Shtjjcc39kI/AAAAAAAABTU/dzb4R8NnqUc/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339971243761727042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Shtjjcc39kI/AAAAAAAABTU/dzb4R8NnqUc/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Earlier in the day, Jerry and I went for a ride.  We went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bumpus&lt;/span&gt; Mills and worked our way through Kentucky to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hopkinsville&lt;/span&gt; before we returned.  Emma trying my riding boots on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339974897487029970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Shtm4Ho3ptI/AAAAAAAABUs/KbqcHA5fn3A/s320/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;David, Emma, Stacy and the princess, Nichole.  Who for some reason believes she does need to recline on the deck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-6040600238989865596?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/6040600238989865596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=6040600238989865596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/6040600238989865596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/6040600238989865596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-day-2009.html' title='Memorial Day 2009'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Shtm4YdGWFI/AAAAAAAABU0/SFfIQ6gITOw/s72-c/030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-7260957922932897537</id><published>2009-05-21T06:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T19:50:08.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Views from the Hotel Window</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The view from my hotel window in Chattanooga this morning was excellent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/ShX2JS9c21I/AAAAAAAABSc/lq3Z3_fyIag/s1600-h/Deals+Gap+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338443572886428498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/ShX2JS9c21I/AAAAAAAABSc/lq3Z3_fyIag/s320/Deals+Gap+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The bike was parked right were I left it, and as I looked out the window in all directions, the day was going to be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/ShX2JFUa5MI/AAAAAAAABSU/_LTHWSrZvfI/s1600-h/Deals+Gap+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338443569224672450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/ShX2JFUa5MI/AAAAAAAABSU/_LTHWSrZvfI/s320/Deals+Gap+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/ShX2ItKtRUI/AAAAAAAABSM/zQbzJFsJU5o/s1600-h/Deals+Gap+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338443562741482818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/ShX2ItKtRUI/AAAAAAAABSM/zQbzJFsJU5o/s320/Deals+Gap+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/ShX2IlnssCI/AAAAAAAABSE/UbiFBcCPSNA/s1600-h/Deals+Gap+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338443560715595810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/ShX2IlnssCI/AAAAAAAABSE/UbiFBcCPSNA/s320/Deals+Gap+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4395327807328124318-7260957922932897537?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/7260957922932897537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=7260957922932897537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/7260957922932897537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/7260957922932897537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/05/views-from-hotel-window.html' title='Views from the Hotel Window'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/ShX2JS9c21I/AAAAAAAABSc/lq3Z3_fyIag/s72-c/Deals+Gap+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-6333570334224010476</id><published>2009-05-19T21:22:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:56:26.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back at the Gap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A week ago, I took on the "Tail of the Dragon" at Deal's Gap in my zx2, and said I would return this week and do this on the bike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338086608842128546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/ShSxfQRN_KI/AAAAAAAABRM/2SyKTY6CKhI/s320/Deals+Gap+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was late Tuesday afternoon, and there was not a lot of traffic this time of day. The bike weighs in at 658 pounds, but I loaded the saddle bags and seat bag full of the stuff I needed for this three day business trip. Because of the weight of the bike, some of the curves I took so close that the floorboards on the bike were dragging on the pavement, at least 100 times over the 318 curves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was an awesome ride!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338090108444892146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/ShS0q9TiW_I/AAAAAAAABR0/aHP0iOI5WrE/s320/Deals+Gap+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not a lot of traffic at the resort this late in the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/ShSz4Agt9uI/AAAAAAAABRs/IravbRoHaHI/s1600-h/Deals+Gap+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338089233132156642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/ShSz4Agt9uI/AAAAAAAABRs/IravbRoHaHI/s320/Deals+Gap+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the hotel at Deal's Gap.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/ShSzda7L-RI/AAAAAAAABRk/OD0Up25ulvQ/s1600-h/Deals+Gap+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338088776366029074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/ShSzda7L-RI/AAAAAAAABRk/OD0Up25ulvQ/s320/Deals+Gap+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The restaurant, gas station and store on property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/ShSzJgHtR7I/AAAAAAAABRc/98o4B53yRvc/s1600-h/Deals+Gap+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338088434163337138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/ShSzJgHtR7I/AAAAAAAABRc/98o4B53yRvc/s320/Deals+Gap+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The clean machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/ShSynQC4l0I/AAAAAAAABRU/waM0SmW2PSg/s1600-h/Deals+Gap+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338087845732587330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/ShSynQC4l0I/AAAAAAAABRU/waM0SmW2PSg/s320/Deals+Gap+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, the cigar was necessary. It's just something I do after I check something off my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338093339497843586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/ShS3nB6ly4I/AAAAAAAABR8/p3C29yoXPys/s320/Deals+Gap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Got the hat and t-shirt, and the patch. Now I just need to get a vest to put this on.&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/4395327807328124318-6333570334224010476?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/6333570334224010476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=6333570334224010476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/6333570334224010476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/6333570334224010476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-at-gap.html' title='Back at the Gap'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/ShSxfQRN_KI/AAAAAAAABRM/2SyKTY6CKhI/s72-c/Deals+Gap+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-3246534376910879972</id><published>2009-05-15T17:33:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T20:40:42.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When My Mind Rambles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I feel like I'm in a rut even though I am constantly doing something, nothing is the same, and my job is ever changing.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sg3u8TkxPVI/AAAAAAAABQc/y_Z9Q4LO6vA/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336183853317963090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sg3u8TkxPVI/AAAAAAAABQc/y_Z9Q4LO6vA/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I passed this sculpture in downtown Knoxville yesterday. Then it hit me, I have been paddling and not getting anywhere. The currents not moving either, I need a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I have decided to look at thing a bit different from now on.  I'm not going to worry about anything, and pray about everything.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336186174113715618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sg3xDZNmFaI/AAAAAAAABRE/kjLmSImuPKI/s320/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going to ride where I want, in this case to Sonic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336186161246921634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sg3xCpR6Y6I/AAAAAAAABQs/IEdo8o08kk4/s320/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm going to eat what and where I want.  Chili cheese tots all around. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Ok, somethings won't change.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sg3u74RcFwI/AAAAAAAABQE/f1xRMIOOw4g/s1600-h/009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336183845989127938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sg3u74RcFwI/AAAAAAAABQE/f1xRMIOOw4g/s320/009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can golf and enjoy the outdoors and have time to think whenever I want.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336186154990871730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sg3xCR-WpLI/AAAAAAAABQk/w13iaW2SH6A/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm going to look up more, I have walked past this federal building in Knoxville and never noticed this huge window to the sky before.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336186170384353074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sg3xDLUchzI/AAAAAAAABQ8/RH3Y1oQQ_c4/s320/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There are still plent of streams that I have not explored in a kayak yet.  So I'm going to paddle all that I can.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sg3u7wKGB0I/AAAAAAAABP8/OKAdP7pRZjc/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336183843810838338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sg3u7wKGB0I/AAAAAAAABP8/OKAdP7pRZjc/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm no longer going to wonder why my oldest daughter Nichole is almost 30 and not married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336183851331854610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sg3u8MLPoRI/AAAAAAAABQM/KDG9CTbYjuc/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Oh, yea, now I remember.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-3246534376910879972?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/3246534376910879972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=3246534376910879972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/3246534376910879972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/3246534376910879972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-my-mind-rambles.html' title='When My Mind Rambles'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sg3u8TkxPVI/AAAAAAAABQc/y_Z9Q4LO6vA/s72-c/029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-5138918288646386090</id><published>2009-05-13T20:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:44:45.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deal's Gap, North Carolina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; This afternoon, I got to visit the "Tail of the Dragon" an 11 miles stretch of road 26 miles south of Maryville Tn., which is 15 miles south of Knoxville. Which is 98 miles southwest of Johnson City TN., where I started this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SgtzPbzm-2I/AAAAAAAABPs/UJhKix5wBO4/s1600-h/Deals+Gap+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335484892549938018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SgtzPbzm-2I/AAAAAAAABPs/UJhKix5wBO4/s320/Deals+Gap+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This 11 miles has 318 curves in it. Some of the curves double back on each other and the speed limit is 30 mph. No one but me was doing 30 mph. Bikers on rice rocket sport bikes we trying to set land speed records and the guys in the hyped up Hyundai's we trying to keep up with them. Then you have the trucks and SUV's swerving into your lane. Probably the most dangerous piece of road I have ever been on. That's why I am doing it again next week, but next week on the bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sgty6DnGSdI/AAAAAAAABPc/WobCabNy3XQ/s1600-h/Deals+Gap+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335484525277759954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sgty6DnGSdI/AAAAAAAABPc/WobCabNy3XQ/s320/Deals+Gap+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some of the curves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sgty6KaaucI/AAAAAAAABPU/AYmba4ZI0BQ/s1600-h/Deals+Gap+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335484527103621570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sgty6KaaucI/AAAAAAAABPU/AYmba4ZI0BQ/s320/Deals+Gap+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More curves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sgty5wH2vjI/AAAAAAAABPM/1pDYZv0JEJY/s1600-h/Deals+Gap+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335484520046444082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sgty5wH2vjI/AAAAAAAABPM/1pDYZv0JEJY/s320/Deals+Gap+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anyway, 318 curves in all, one way, so 636 curves, cause you gotta go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335484888721537890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SgtzPNi2O2I/AAAAAAAABPk/FrxM7D5paKk/s320/Deals+Gap+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Deals Gap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sgty5nslh1I/AAAAAAAABPE/_gnr4ZePl5I/s1600-h/Deals+Gap+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335484517784586066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sgty5nslh1I/AAAAAAAABPE/_gnr4ZePl5I/s320/Deals+Gap+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; View from one of the lookout spots, with the dam in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sgty5rK0cMI/AAAAAAAABO8/OIBLbOjSYpI/s1600-h/Deals+Gap+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335484518716698818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sgty5rK0cMI/AAAAAAAABO8/OIBLbOjSYpI/s320/Deals+Gap+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, Stacy, it was straight down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335488917511092690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sgt25t9IOdI/AAAAAAAABP0/xU-8yOtT7zQ/s320/Deals+Gap+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;You didn't think I did all that math in my head did you?&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/4395327807328124318-5138918288646386090?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/5138918288646386090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=5138918288646386090' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/5138918288646386090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/5138918288646386090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/05/deals-gap-north-carolina.html' title='Deal&apos;s Gap, North Carolina'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SgtzPbzm-2I/AAAAAAAABPs/UJhKix5wBO4/s72-c/Deals+Gap+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-1953174338438866052</id><published>2009-05-12T21:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:54:02.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunday morning started good and ended even better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We kept Emma overnight on Saturday while Lisa and Scott celebrated her birthday at Oprymills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sgor4X1I2JI/AAAAAAAABO0/28Sjb3uwHdU/s1600-h/Mothers+Day+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335124956043335826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sgor4X1I2JI/AAAAAAAABO0/28Sjb3uwHdU/s320/Mothers+Day+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emma starting early, going through all of Stacy's clothes looking for something to wear to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sgor4JicxBI/AAAAAAAABOs/JO6dZJPKHOY/s1600-h/Mothers+Day+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335124952206853138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sgor4JicxBI/AAAAAAAABOs/JO6dZJPKHOY/s320/Mothers+Day+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She decided she wanted to wear Pop's pants instead, but Nana put her into her little sundress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church Stacy was surprised as Nichole and Lisa took her to Poncho Villa's for lunch, and I got to tag along.  If anyone knows Stacy, she loves the mexican food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sgor39KvKZI/AAAAAAAABOk/KA1zKrl-OFw/s1600-h/Mothers+Day+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335124948886170002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sgor39KvKZI/AAAAAAAABOk/KA1zKrl-OFw/s320/Mothers+Day+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After lunch it was back to the house where Stacy started putting all her flowers into vases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sgor3gYQpVI/AAAAAAAABOc/MPdrVmnnHKM/s1600-h/Mothers+Day+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335124941158262098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sgor3gYQpVI/AAAAAAAABOc/MPdrVmnnHKM/s320/Mothers+Day+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nichole came by and spent the afternoon with her mommy.  They played cards and laughed and laughed and kept me from taking a nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a while, Nichole had to leave for work and Mandy came home from work.  Mandy and David took Stacy to Cheeseburger Charley's for dinner and I got to tag along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was happy to see the girls make time to give thier mom the time and love on this Mother's Day.&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/4395327807328124318-1953174338438866052?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/1953174338438866052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=1953174338438866052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/1953174338438866052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/1953174338438866052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day-2009.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day 2009'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sgor4X1I2JI/AAAAAAAABO0/28Sjb3uwHdU/s72-c/Mothers+Day+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-4340219733460278248</id><published>2009-05-10T07:55:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T08:18:55.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisa's 23rd Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Part two of our busy weekend was to celebrate our youngest baby's birthday. Lisa is now 23 (Stacy is getting old.)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334179231799175698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SgbPv-en6hI/AAAAAAAABN8/fT6T_VGNkC4/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;David doing hand puppets to entertain us over our lunch.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334179229604817778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SgbPv2Tcq3I/AAAAAAAABN0/WMcz-hZbPLA/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We're going to save Lisa's "23" for Nichole's "32" party. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SgbQafTszWI/AAAAAAAABOE/uWRQQ0upSLc/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334179962166234466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SgbQafTszWI/AAAAAAAABOE/uWRQQ0upSLc/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lisa opening gifts as attach dog Lily takes out Scott. Good dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SgbPvr9illI/AAAAAAAABNs/6wZ7QYBYx5o/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334179226828576338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SgbPvr9illI/AAAAAAAABNs/6wZ7QYBYx5o/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; DQ ice cream cake, you know you want some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SgbPvRo8XHI/AAAAAAAABNk/BfdD_uzfjfw/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334179219762863218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SgbPvRo8XHI/AAAAAAAABNk/BfdD_uzfjfw/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More birthday goodies for Lisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SgbPvM7b4ZI/AAAAAAAABNc/4C2LEAWeJoY/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334179218498249106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SgbPvM7b4ZI/AAAAAAAABNc/4C2LEAWeJoY/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We ended our day with Lisa at J. Alexanders on West End in Nashville.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334180607936308978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SgbRAE_SJvI/AAAAAAAABOU/LsWktOsawMY/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Lisa and Scott went to Opryland for her birthday with some friends for the evening and we got to keep Emma overnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A good time was had by all and remember to love BIG.&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/4395327807328124318-4340219733460278248?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/4340219733460278248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=4340219733460278248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/4340219733460278248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/4340219733460278248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/05/lisas-23rd-birthday.html' title='Lisa&apos;s 23rd Birthday'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SgbPv-en6hI/AAAAAAAABN8/fT6T_VGNkC4/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-4020274699409452806</id><published>2009-05-10T05:57:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T07:50:58.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday we we're proud parents of another college graduate.  Mandy got pinned for her nursing studies.  We are very proud of her, she overcame, she adapted and she did it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nice job girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sga1jJR-2FI/AAAAAAAABNU/D-lh1Fk4bUo/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334150424058320978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sga1jJR-2FI/AAAAAAAABNU/D-lh1Fk4bUo/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cap and gown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sga1inAo2_I/AAAAAAAABNM/w2xLFWquyVE/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334150414858771442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sga1inAo2_I/AAAAAAAABNM/w2xLFWquyVE/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Big sister Nichole and West, with Monica and my bud Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sga1ie2LroI/AAAAAAAABNE/L0YUex_c1lw/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334150412667432578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sga1ie2LroI/AAAAAAAABNE/L0YUex_c1lw/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"George Clooney" with Emma. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334149264549587954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sga0fpxjq_I/AAAAAAAABM0/mLaULOQuD2k/s320/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mandy getting pinned.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334149270010298066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sga0f-HfftI/AAAAAAAABM8/zrUH4EA7pjE/s320/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We are very proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sga0fcuaS-I/AAAAAAAABMs/PiY4fzE5nLw/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334149261046729698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sga0fcuaS-I/AAAAAAAABMs/PiY4fzE5nLw/s320/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;David and Mandy post graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sga0fFsykaI/AAAAAAAABMk/C-BbrIacJEw/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334149254865916322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sga0fFsykaI/AAAAAAAABMk/C-BbrIacJEw/s320/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stacy, West, Nichole, Monica, MANDY, Jerry and David.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sga0e5lmmgI/AAAAAAAABMc/gnX9jb43-IY/s1600-h/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334149251614546434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sga0e5lmmgI/AAAAAAAABMc/gnX9jb43-IY/s320/044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Frank, West, Emma, Stacy, Jerry, Monica, MANDY, Lisa and Nichole.&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/4395327807328124318-4020274699409452806?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/4020274699409452806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=4020274699409452806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/4020274699409452806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/4020274699409452806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/05/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sga1jJR-2FI/AAAAAAAABNU/D-lh1Fk4bUo/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-3575955001230594599</id><published>2009-05-08T12:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T12:18:30.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebration!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;To say we are having another busy weekend would be an understatement. Today I took off from work to run some errands, pick up flowers, cakes and stuff for Mother's Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mandy graduates from nursing school today with her pinning at 3:30pm, followed by graduation at 7:00pm in Hopkinsville.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is also Lisa's birthday, but because of schedules we are celebrating her day tomorrow with an afternoon cookout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we are all loading up for a trip to Nashville for dinner at J. Alexander's on West End to celebrate Mandy's graduation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are also going to be stopping by the National Cemetary in Nashville to place flowers on Stacy's mom grave Saturday night after dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then of course it's Baby Momma Day on Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will update with photos after the dust settles on Sunday night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And as most of you know, there will be a trip to Wally World thrown in sometime during the weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-3575955001230594599?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/3575955001230594599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=3575955001230594599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/3575955001230594599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/3575955001230594599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/05/celebration.html' title='Celebration!'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-7702983538352589284</id><published>2009-04-30T22:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:13:33.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth in Advertising</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is my number one combo hamburger from Wendy's.  Looks so much like the menu board it's amazing.  Not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sfpz4WYD7wI/AAAAAAAABMU/Ha92KSIF6Ww/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330700520862772994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sfpz4WYD7wI/AAAAAAAABMU/Ha92KSIF6Ww/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Being Italian, I love food, texture, flavor, and taste are all important to me.  When I look at the menu board and see something that looks good, I'll order it.  I have been more than disappointed with several local restaurants that have thrown quality out the window in favor of thrown together combos.  With one exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sfpz4HupPgI/AAAAAAAABMM/ZAndbyM5kuQ/s1600-h/025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330700516930960898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sfpz4HupPgI/AAAAAAAABMM/ZAndbyM5kuQ/s320/025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is an actual phone photo of my lunch at Steak n Shake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sfpz3zkKNkI/AAAAAAAABME/FCAgdKwvWaQ/s1600-h/024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330700511518275138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sfpz3zkKNkI/AAAAAAAABME/FCAgdKwvWaQ/s320/024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my phone photo of the menu.  Close, real close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it was good.&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/4395327807328124318-7702983538352589284?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/7702983538352589284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=7702983538352589284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/7702983538352589284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/7702983538352589284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/04/truth-in-advertising.html' title='Truth in Advertising'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sfpz4WYD7wI/AAAAAAAABMU/Ha92KSIF6Ww/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-4292847518359663957</id><published>2009-04-29T19:37:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:51:57.737-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Knoxville-Good Eats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had the opportunity to eat in a really great place this afternoon. I love Calhoun's BBQ more than any other BBQ in Tennessee. But I did not know this one existed. I knew of the one in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gatlinburg&lt;/span&gt; and in Knoxville on Kingston Pike but not this one on the river.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SfjzqJILreI/AAAAAAAABL8/Iyebz-n5FQE/s1600-h/04.29.09+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330278064323276258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SfjzqJILreI/AAAAAAAABL8/Iyebz-n5FQE/s320/04.29.09+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SfjzhsWNmdI/AAAAAAAABLs/5LBnqhhtoac/s1600-h/04.29.09+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330277919158540754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SfjzhsWNmdI/AAAAAAAABLs/5LBnqhhtoac/s320/04.29.09+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although we did not sit on the deck over the river because of the temperature, we were just inside in the glass dinning room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SfjzhQu0ISI/AAAAAAAABLk/K-re1NJ2gto/s1600-h/04.29.09+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330277911745536290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SfjzhQu0ISI/AAAAAAAABLk/K-re1NJ2gto/s320/04.29.09+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Awesome view up river towards &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Neyland&lt;/span&gt; Stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SfjzfuB8aGI/AAAAAAAABLc/qiuzopqM1Ek/s1600-h/04.29.09+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330277885250660450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SfjzfuB8aGI/AAAAAAAABLc/qiuzopqM1Ek/s320/04.29.09+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Straight across the river, Baptist Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sfjzh99NOyI/AAAAAAAABL0/PjjrnCFM-cE/s1600-h/04.29.09+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330277923885497122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sfjzh99NOyI/AAAAAAAABL0/PjjrnCFM-cE/s320/04.29.09+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Up river again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SfjzfRW3nkI/AAAAAAAABLU/2kAL2X8ClYI/s1600-h/04.29.09+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330277877553798722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SfjzfRW3nkI/AAAAAAAABLU/2kAL2X8ClYI/s320/04.29.09+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Down river looking at the river boats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The food was great, and Tony picked up the check.&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/4395327807328124318-4292847518359663957?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/4292847518359663957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=4292847518359663957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/4292847518359663957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/4292847518359663957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/04/knoxville-good-eats.html' title='Knoxville-Good Eats'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SfjzqJILreI/AAAAAAAABL8/Iyebz-n5FQE/s72-c/04.29.09+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-142879606593042439</id><published>2009-04-28T06:53:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:26:43.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Full Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday I started out at the Fellowship of Christian Athletes Golf Tourney.  Really good turn out for this event and I believe I heard about $84,000.00 was raised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sfby36y5SVI/AAAAAAAABLM/RENKOk-zX7U/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329714251529013586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sfby36y5SVI/AAAAAAAABLM/RENKOk-zX7U/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sfby3szRMYI/AAAAAAAABLE/89nObKzgyN0/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329714247772483970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sfby3szRMYI/AAAAAAAABLE/89nObKzgyN0/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the practice range, I thought someone actually stacked the range balls by hand.  It's done with a template that the balls are poured into until the triangle is full.  Then the template is removed and the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sfby3WY7ajI/AAAAAAAABK8/qx6jNZDNE6A/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329714241756424754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sfby3WY7ajI/AAAAAAAABK8/qx6jNZDNE6A/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After golf, I got the treat to spend the rest of the day playing with Emma.  It was an animal crackers, cookies, and a goodies filled afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sfby3Fvk2hI/AAAAAAAABK0/6MVAfvvYy8w/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329714237288012306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sfby3Fvk2hI/AAAAAAAABK0/6MVAfvvYy8w/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chillin' on the porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sfby23z6YhI/AAAAAAAABKs/jYTZyaSAdFs/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329714233548104210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sfby23z6YhI/AAAAAAAABKs/jYTZyaSAdFs/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emma and Pop watching Springer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Don't freak on me, it was on this channel when I turned it on.  I turned it quick)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sfbx85APfhI/AAAAAAAABKk/rmlMrrIaNg8/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329713237435842066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sfbx85APfhI/AAAAAAAABKk/rmlMrrIaNg8/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we we're back at the drop the golf ball in the fishbowl game.  This game is very loud since she only drops one, and takes it back out to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sfbx8uR6LxI/AAAAAAAABKc/VME7p0qYSxE/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329713234557153042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sfbx8uR6LxI/AAAAAAAABKc/VME7p0qYSxE/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is just a small sample of her emptying out the cupboards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sfbx8X3piDI/AAAAAAAABKU/5zZs9xf-nb0/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329713228541429810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sfbx8X3piDI/AAAAAAAABKU/5zZs9xf-nb0/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you say, "future plumber?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sfbx8Q_79XI/AAAAAAAABKM/UmgTbWWdz9Y/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329713226697143666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sfbx8Q_79XI/AAAAAAAABKM/UmgTbWWdz9Y/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She takes things out one at a time, then I stack the items on the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sfbx8NF-deI/AAAAAAAABKE/yshdxWtIvmI/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329713225648731618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sfbx8NF-deI/AAAAAAAABKE/yshdxWtIvmI/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we moved to playing tug of war with her blanket on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SfbwvyMGPMI/AAAAAAAABJ8/0_R2MF8cvZE/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329711912756591810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SfbwvyMGPMI/AAAAAAAABJ8/0_R2MF8cvZE/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Take the flower from my hand grasshopper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SfbwvimwpqI/AAAAAAAABJ0/yJv8sXqMT_I/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329711908573456034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SfbwvimwpqI/AAAAAAAABJ0/yJv8sXqMT_I/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nope, I'll get my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SfbwvcwBjpI/AAAAAAAABJs/dIMCZ5anQFY/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329711907001699986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SfbwvcwBjpI/AAAAAAAABJs/dIMCZ5anQFY/s320/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Back to golf, this must be the lesson she learned from her dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SfbwvJVG82I/AAAAAAAABJk/krJc94tZelk/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329711901788533602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SfbwvJVG82I/AAAAAAAABJk/krJc94tZelk/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday morning it's breakfast with Pop.  Notice the nice bowls of her favorites, Cheerios and Mandarin Oranges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sfbwu1lQ2JI/AAAAAAAABJc/l-oqlS9-Q7s/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329711896487581842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sfbwu1lQ2JI/AAAAAAAABJc/l-oqlS9-Q7s/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not long after breakfast started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SfbvZorkaDI/AAAAAAAABJU/OU07OHez_3o/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329710432735488050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SfbvZorkaDI/AAAAAAAABJU/OU07OHez_3o/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Off to the park to swing with Nana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SfbvZN0oPVI/AAAAAAAABJM/1xTU_pFD5NA/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329710425525730642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SfbvZN0oPVI/AAAAAAAABJM/1xTU_pFD5NA/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Decked out in UT Orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SfbvYyyTzxI/AAAAAAAABJE/bSJ0MuoB7EU/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329710418268245778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SfbvYyyTzxI/AAAAAAAABJE/bSJ0MuoB7EU/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the park, it was off to Wendy's for Chicken Nuggets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SfbvYuY_fgI/AAAAAAAABI8/-p0dtDniWcM/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329710417088314882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SfbvYuY_fgI/AAAAAAAABI8/-p0dtDniWcM/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sunday after church, Jerry Allen and I went for a cruise of small towns in TN and KY.  This was a short stop in Adams TN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SfbvYQQRtxI/AAAAAAAABI0/EAUrIt8yc30/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329710408998696722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SfbvYQQRtxI/AAAAAAAABI0/EAUrIt8yc30/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jerry taking the lead towards Trenton KY after lunch at Cheeseburger Charlies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I did enjoy my mini vacation, although I did work a little bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember to live life to the fullest and never stop believing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-142879606593042439?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/142879606593042439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=142879606593042439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/142879606593042439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/142879606593042439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-full-vacation.html' title='Another Full Vacation'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sfby36y5SVI/AAAAAAAABLM/RENKOk-zX7U/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-4853229619051646505</id><published>2009-04-21T22:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T22:38:05.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love rainbows, I always have.  I'm like a little kid when I see one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Se6QT6rNorI/AAAAAAAABIs/2wpC946lV7Y/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327354081068294834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Se6QT6rNorI/AAAAAAAABIs/2wpC946lV7Y/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But in this case there were two rainbows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Se6QTmPRpWI/AAAAAAAABIk/xBCklzXQTc4/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327354075582408034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Se6QTmPRpWI/AAAAAAAABIk/xBCklzXQTc4/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Did you ever want to look for the pot of gold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Se6QTUeXoTI/AAAAAAAABIc/Ce9XUaT2m5w/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327354070813876530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Se6QTUeXoTI/AAAAAAAABIc/Ce9XUaT2m5w/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Se6QTSTG3aI/AAAAAAAABIU/JXhCaDpKCh8/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327354070229769634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Se6QTSTG3aI/AAAAAAAABIU/JXhCaDpKCh8/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Se6QTHrjDaI/AAAAAAAABIM/kNHYyoqXl9k/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327354067379490210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Se6QTHrjDaI/AAAAAAAABIM/kNHYyoqXl9k/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4395327807328124318-4853229619051646505?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/4853229619051646505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=4853229619051646505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/4853229619051646505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/4853229619051646505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/04/rainbows.html' title='Rainbows'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Se6QT6rNorI/AAAAAAAABIs/2wpC946lV7Y/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-7894242505437603810</id><published>2009-04-19T19:07:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:16:21.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; After a long week on the road, I decided to take Friday off and try to relax. I did accomplish not commuting to Nashville, but I hardly would call it a day off. Days off were something you took before the invention of the Internet, laptops with a broadband cards and cell phones. So basically it was a work from home day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did get a chance to have lunch with Stacy and Nichole at Casa Blanca at Two Rivers. Then I needed to ride the bike for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326569243666971586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SevGgXhKe8I/AAAAAAAABIE/uObCw_0GMbQ/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So I decided to take the long road down Lock B road to the river.  Lots of curves on a two lane highway down to the water.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326567181476796610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SevEoVQtmMI/AAAAAAAABH0/_tthG6zkSds/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt; There are quite a few old barns along the way, but this one caught my eye, something every peaceful and inviting about this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326567172204535138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SevEnyuCHWI/AAAAAAAABHk/xUifnMuYJJM/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The water was well above the level I had expected.  I wanted to find it at least down 6 more feet because I wanted to get the kayak out for the first time this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326567169266168354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SevEnnxeMiI/AAAAAAAABHc/dmtJCNyuwZw/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How I got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326567176209853330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SevEoBo-a5I/AAAAAAAABHs/7JVSFpSJSpo/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Where else but in Tennessee can you find beautiful butterflies and shell casings at a boat ramp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326567187871713842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SevEotFYSjI/AAAAAAAABH8/wQtEaqw6rO4/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Friday night Stacy and I went to Chili's for dinner then went downtown to Rivers and Spires.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's when we ran into my son in law Scott, and his buddy Jeremiah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Seu_nLxlPyI/AAAAAAAABHU/yd0D2VDVmpY/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326561664192298786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Seu_nLxlPyI/AAAAAAAABHU/yd0D2VDVmpY/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was told they were have a caricature drawn, but they looked to lovey dovey to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I won't ask, and they did not tell.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326561660100287330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Seu_m8h-G2I/AAAAAAAABHM/bDsf_E2U7Xw/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Stacy ran into a Ben and Jerry's ice cream vendor while downtown. She got a vanilla and I got a strawberry sorbet, large.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Saturday morning we were back up and out the door to get some breakfast at Moss' Cafe. For those who have never been there, you gotta go. It's a local favorite.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After we ate, I had to chair the Poplar Hill Home Owner's Association quarterly meeting as I'm this year's president. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After the meeting it was our usual Saturday trip to WalMart.  This Saturday it was two trips, but at least I got to Lowe's too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Saturday night I volunteers at Rivers and Spires for Grace Community Church, I got to help people into Velcro suits and watch them stick to the wall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326561653346203314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Seu_mjXq9rI/AAAAAAAABHE/-yxym0eunwo/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;One of the inflatables was a sinking Titanic.  The only thing missing was Rose kicking Jack in the head sending him to the deep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sunday was church at Grace, then off to Austin Peay State University for the Queen City Road Race where my daughter Lisa was running in the 5k race.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Seu_muSrKyI/AAAAAAAABG8/P1EE9SrxgLI/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326561656278035234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Seu_muSrKyI/AAAAAAAABG8/P1EE9SrxgLI/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lisa with friends before the race.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Seu9_gnldkI/AAAAAAAABG0/uiJE6g41k-k/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326559883081119298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Seu9_gnldkI/AAAAAAAABG0/uiJE6g41k-k/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On your mark, get set, GO! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Seu9_rinjjI/AAAAAAAABGs/IKRI6c5dZSM/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326559886013074994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Seu9_rinjjI/AAAAAAAABGs/IKRI6c5dZSM/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While waiting for Lisa to finish, Emma loved running up and down the sidelines at Governor's Stadium.  Let's go Peay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Seu9_enhe_I/AAAAAAAABGk/iye663wAPk8/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326559882543987698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Seu9_enhe_I/AAAAAAAABGk/iye663wAPk8/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lisa coming to the finish line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Seu9_E9WLbI/AAAAAAAABGc/i9VpuWetgX8/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326559875656199602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Seu9_E9WLbI/AAAAAAAABGc/i9VpuWetgX8/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Across the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Seu9-7f7q6I/AAAAAAAABGU/JF6CDTEmwD8/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326559873116908450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Seu9-7f7q6I/AAAAAAAABGU/JF6CDTEmwD8/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finished!  Proud of my little girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-7894242505437603810?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/7894242505437603810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=7894242505437603810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/7894242505437603810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/7894242505437603810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/04/busy-weekend.html' title='Busy Weekend'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SevGgXhKe8I/AAAAAAAABIE/uObCw_0GMbQ/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-1354621208546255069</id><published>2009-04-16T23:17:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T23:56:13.557-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The week started out with the usual staff meeting on Monday and I was not scheduled to travel at all. But as most of you know, that is subject to change at a moments notice. I had expected to stay close to home and was looking forward to a nice relaxing week in town. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NOT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had to go to Johnson City TN and conduct some recruiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325514286977353970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SegHBzmNiPI/AAAAAAAABGM/VMcn2qD7xVI/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The count on the car, 240,000 and climbing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325510597264925890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SegDrCWN5MI/AAAAAAAABFc/zBDt-66nzOA/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just a pit stop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have been in Johnson City Tennesse at the Dept of Labor for the last two days conducting interviews.  I asked my point of contact there, where the break room was.  She showed me, and I have never seen an older soda machine since I worked at a Union 76 Station in 1975.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325510603000263074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SegDrXtoMaI/AAAAAAAABFs/qQae-YDvq50/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The snack machine was not much better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325510607359674066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SegDrn8_htI/AAAAAAAABF0/YTxdvgAXIik/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some of the slots were empty, others, just looked old.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325512161665752290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SegFGGMcHOI/AAAAAAAABF8/6zIdGoqadyw/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some great jalapeno corn dogs nearby. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325512166639250642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SegFGYuNrNI/AAAAAAAABGE/7zjQLibhNsw/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;As I was close to home on 41A, 240,734 and counting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am taking tomorrow off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395327807328124318-1354621208546255069?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/1354621208546255069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=1354621208546255069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/1354621208546255069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/1354621208546255069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/04/back-home.html' title='Back Home'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SegHBzmNiPI/AAAAAAAABGM/VMcn2qD7xVI/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-2178893962653557030</id><published>2009-04-14T05:50:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T18:35:29.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We started the day at Grace Community Church, and we were not alone, there was another 2,150 also present.  Not at the same time, but a total over three services.  Ron Edmonson, one of our co-paster conducted all three services.  Ron tells it like it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324501417724098866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SeRt1DmCOTI/AAAAAAAABE8/Q8JhW50bY8w/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then it was back to our home where Emma got to sit in Auntie Coco's lap.  These two look so much like each other, you would think Nichole was the baby's momma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324501404320766802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SeRt0Rqbm1I/AAAAAAAABEk/JV4IWxI4Wwo/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then it was on to the Easter Egg hunt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324499359880499618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SeRr9Rh40aI/AAAAAAAABEU/orjxkbLNIOc/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before long, Emma had a hard time lugging all her goodies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324499355504458098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SeRr9BOjuXI/AAAAAAAABEM/OPkIIz6i7T0/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324499355051837106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SeRr8_ipRrI/AAAAAAAABEE/8ShzbtzNClw/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After hunting eggs, it was toy time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324499343371258514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SeRr8UBxypI/AAAAAAAABD0/nULVsNTG9wQ/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look mom, I've got peeps!  And you have big feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324499347989864482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SeRr8lO8ICI/AAAAAAAABD8/xrkQoLhxnsw/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm only going to have one, hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324501415218547330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SeRt06QqioI/AAAAAAAABE0/vGEnV1fTRxw/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got my new Easter clubs. Now, do I drive the green or do I lay up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e70e1083626762dd" 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.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De70e1083626762dd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331132336%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7FFDC79D5231170E57F2D84C986BE47C330CAF55.1FB50A16400C9A415885F30979ADC6BCCCF716DE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De70e1083626762dd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQlzIaY7WXoC2qiIUZ7ENfyYcz00&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.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De70e1083626762dd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331132336%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7FFDC79D5231170E57F2D84C986BE47C330CAF55.1FB50A16400C9A415885F30979ADC6BCCCF716DE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De70e1083626762dd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQlzIaY7WXoC2qiIUZ7ENfyYcz00&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop giving Emma "Tiger" her first golf lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SeRu4_K8rYI/AAAAAAAABFE/awtYZa9fx-E/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324502584767851906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SeRu4_K8rYI/AAAAAAAABFE/awtYZa9fx-E/s320/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Only going to have one more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324502587011774306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SeRu5Hh8N2I/AAAAAAAABFM/db6ZKxVQp2Y/s320/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The crash after all the sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SeRt0odSxKI/AAAAAAAABEs/PpIFWJgPAIk/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324501410439677090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SeRt0odSxKI/AAAAAAAABEs/PpIFWJgPAIk/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got my garden, and got to enjoy it after dinner when everyone went home.  I love to garden, it's theraputic for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also love Easter, it's my favorite holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because He Lives.&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/4395327807328124318-2178893962653557030?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/2178893962653557030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=2178893962653557030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/2178893962653557030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/2178893962653557030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-sunday.html' title='Easter Sunday'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SeRt1DmCOTI/AAAAAAAABE8/Q8JhW50bY8w/s72-c/026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-8588676213683932672</id><published>2009-04-08T20:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T06:17:36.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking the Day Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;After traveling and putting together new accounts in Knoxville and Chattanooga I decided to take the day off. Needed one good day to relax and unwind. So I got up and decided to take the bike to Midsouth Motoplex for it's 12k service, although I only had 11k on it. I needed a new front tire and I want to ride it to work now that the weather is getting nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As Stacy was going to pick up Emma for our normal baby sitting day, I dropped the bike off as Stacy circled back and picked me up. Being a normal morning, I was starving, so the three of us went to Moss' for breakfast. After we ate, it was back home to play.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sd1OOuYRLvI/AAAAAAAABDs/3TLMlWGbEs4/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322496349496749810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sd1OOuYRLvI/AAAAAAAABDs/3TLMlWGbEs4/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have a golf ball rack that houses two dozen balls that I have collected from the places I have played. This means nothing to Emma who loves to take the balls out of the rack and put them into a huge fishbowl.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322495546951211826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sd1NgAqgGzI/AAAAAAAABC4/K2aYFLOcFNY/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;She does this even though she has a ton of toys up in the bonus room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After she was finished playing with the golf balls, we started wrestling around the floor. We were playing and having a lesson of ears, eyes and nose. She soon tired of this and like most of the women in my family zoned in on sometime of value.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322495545453688674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sd1Nf7Fdt2I/AAAAAAAABCs/hCFRc9DjIAc/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At first I could not make out what she was playing with and I was asking her to bring it to me so I could see what it was&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322496342016773490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sd1OOSg5zXI/AAAAAAAABDc/JjrrrYKYoaI/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This caused a quick game of hide from Pop what I got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322495539831945970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sd1NfmJIuvI/AAAAAAAABCk/CoQGjEQl1bA/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Like grandmother, like mom, like daughter and now granddaughter, she had my money clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometime mid morning, Stacy and Emma went to fairgrounds park to play while I remained at home catching up on a few things. Then Emma's momma came from classes at APSU to pick her up and Stacy and I were off to Mason Rudolph for a round of golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sd1Ngczbs5I/AAAAAAAABDQ/NXvQzNIDqMY/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322495554504864658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sd1Ngczbs5I/AAAAAAAABDQ/NXvQzNIDqMY/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mason Rudolph is going though a transformation, a new pro shop and club house is being built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322496342277125298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sd1OOTe-dLI/AAAAAAAABDk/WLKphJrnE2I/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;On going construction to the club house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sd1NgCVXEXI/AAAAAAAABDE/G5qX1EHRvqo/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322495547399410034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sd1NgCVXEXI/AAAAAAAABDE/G5qX1EHRvqo/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As I blogged earlier about this empty nest, I went to check on it. Momma bird was sitting on the nest and when I approached, she flew to the next tree screaming. So I took these photos of these beautiful blue eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So spring has come, again, and the bike is ready for the road trips of summer.&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/4395327807328124318-8588676213683932672?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/8588676213683932672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=8588676213683932672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/8588676213683932672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/8588676213683932672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/04/taking-day-off.html' title='Taking the Day Off'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sd1OOuYRLvI/AAAAAAAABDs/3TLMlWGbEs4/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-1729457785003229099</id><published>2009-04-07T23:38:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T00:06:49.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ready for Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last Saturday our church, Grace Community Church partnered with Way FM and held an Easter egg hunt. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322176722466483858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sdwrh-53rpI/AAAAAAAABBU/YGq9BMADvgQ/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was Emma's first hayride, of course when she grows up and finds out that her mommy changed her diaper in front of everyone during this event she won't be too happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322176724408194930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SdwriGIz13I/AAAAAAAABBc/AJbQYCdkoCU/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emma enjoyed the inflatable slide with mommy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322176731987645634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SdwriiX5FMI/AAAAAAAABBs/ZKIqWmBoI-8/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then it was off to the Easter Egg hunt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322176728883542338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SdwriWz0OUI/AAAAAAAABBk/Lbc2Mc7C0dc/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She may not have understood what she was doing, but she had a blast doing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322176716064977154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SdwrhnDocQI/AAAAAAAABBM/AOwWA74T_Bw/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This was my favorite part, although Emma wanted no part of Pop's nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sdwshe4FqrI/AAAAAAAABCM/Ju3C88g5SwA/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322177813380704946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sdwshe4FqrI/AAAAAAAABCM/Ju3C88g5SwA/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunday after church it was time to color our own eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SdwshJ4ANTI/AAAAAAAABCE/KFwX8bvu7oA/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322177807743202610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SdwshJ4ANTI/AAAAAAAABCE/KFwX8bvu7oA/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So we stripped her down and she started to "drop" her eggs into the dye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SdwshD6snaI/AAAAAAAABB8/HRYdZH1H71M/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322177806143888802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SdwshD6snaI/AAAAAAAABB8/HRYdZH1H71M/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was a mess waiting to happen and happen it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sdwsg92FcGI/AAAAAAAABB0/quC8h1HoGtg/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322177804513931362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sdwsg92FcGI/AAAAAAAABB0/quC8h1HoGtg/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I almost put the vegetables I started from seeds a few weeks ago into the garden this past weekend but heard the weather was going to turn cold.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322179042885094258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SdwtpDIxy3I/AAAAAAAABCU/fAKhljvtLws/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;When I left the hotel in Knoxville this morning my car had a dusting of new snow on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322179047947200370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SdwtpV_rZ3I/AAAAAAAABCc/m3KZFfgVy78/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;On my drive home, I got caught in a small blizzard between Crossview and Cookeville.&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/4395327807328124318-1729457785003229099?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/1729457785003229099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=1729457785003229099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/1729457785003229099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/1729457785003229099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/04/getting-ready-for-easter.html' title='Getting Ready for Easter'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sdwrh-53rpI/AAAAAAAABBU/YGq9BMADvgQ/s72-c/022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-7490491268517453736</id><published>2009-04-02T18:38:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T19:32:08.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spring is my second favorite time of the year. Fall is my favorite. Spring is when those dormant things come back to life. It's also the time of year for my favorite holiday, Easter. He is risen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So today I decided to take a day of not doing much of anything and just relax. The only plan I had was to have lunch with Stacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I had a few errands to run and ended up at Ft. Campbell and looked in on my granddaughter Emma. I got a big hug and a smile and my heart melted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After my Emma visit, I was off to meet Stacy for lunch but had some time to kill. I stopped off at Rural King on the bypass. While I was walking around I kept hearing chirping, but there is always a bird inside the store so I thought nothing of it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320243685175397266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SdVNcZ1lC5I/AAAAAAAABAU/GbGGTnAtEoE/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There we huge bins of little birds, birds of all kinds, baby hens, chickens and ducks.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320243686252511362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SdVNcd2YgII/AAAAAAAABAc/tdUmTz5_8AE/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I had to get up close and personal with these little guys, hopefully they will not end up at Tyson's, Purdue, Zaxby's or KFC.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320245817853933698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SdVPYirw-II/AAAAAAAABBE/Zoi9qgPITzE/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have several bird's nest in the trees on the side and back yard this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320243692407517954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SdVNc0x2cwI/AAAAAAAABAs/7TLMdlms0CY/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I really like the spring colors on the trees and the rich green hues of the grass.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320243688552442098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SdVNcmauqPI/AAAAAAAABAk/O4nahnxY2jY/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I ordered and got my Tombstone back rest support bag today in the mail, so I put it on and went for a ride. As stopped by the Mid-South Motoplex on Huntco to schedule a service before riding season begins. I was told by the service manager that Clarksville was under a tornado warning and that I should get home. I got home just in time before the lightning and rain started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SdVPYSgF-iI/AAAAAAAABA8/CP0jef-BAZo/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320245813510011426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SdVPYSgF-iI/AAAAAAAABA8/CP0jef-BAZo/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I sat on the deck and enjoyed a nice Cuban while I felt the wind and a slight mist against my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SdVNdGzp7jI/AAAAAAAABA0/ynG-2Di2iRs/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320243697246924338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SdVNdGzp7jI/AAAAAAAABA0/ynG-2Di2iRs/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have decided that I need a bigger garden this year, so I expanded it by 2/3 and should be ready for planting this weekend.&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/4395327807328124318-7490491268517453736?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/7490491268517453736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=7490491268517453736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/7490491268517453736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/7490491268517453736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-time.html' title='Spring Time'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SdVNcZ1lC5I/AAAAAAAABAU/GbGGTnAtEoE/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-4335087539007657725</id><published>2009-03-28T07:54:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T08:27:01.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Workin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although the economy my be down, the security industry seems to be booming. I have been working everyday and traveling more than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did get to grab a few geocaches last weekend as I find this new hobby enjoyable and a stress reliever for me.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sc4fBUPLv5I/AAAAAAAAA_s/g8nmiwovYwc/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318222317443858322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sc4fBUPLv5I/AAAAAAAAA_s/g8nmiwovYwc/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the caches I found last week had to do with Clarksville's local Olympian, Wilma Rudolph. She is buried in a small cemetery next to the Mason Rudolph golf course. The engraving on her headstone, "Faster, Higher, Braver."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sc4fA6u3HuI/AAAAAAAAA_k/PDx-8tpiByk/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318222310597402338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sc4fA6u3HuI/AAAAAAAAA_k/PDx-8tpiByk/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While in Cleveland, I saw a roof support where I was filling up, relieving itself. It was pouring down rain, and this post filled up with water and was draining from a small hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sc4fAgbk7OI/AAAAAAAAA_c/N9DarNjHSBs/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318222303537196258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sc4fAgbk7OI/AAAAAAAAA_c/N9DarNjHSBs/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A waterfall, a running faucet and this all has the same effect on me, I had to enter the gas station and go too.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sc4fAI-UhpI/AAAAAAAAA_U/dciYbDUi_Ms/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318222297240471186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sc4fAI-UhpI/AAAAAAAAA_U/dciYbDUi_Ms/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Between Knoxville and Chattanooga is the small Tennessee town of Loudon. I enjoying stopping at the top of his small rise to catch up on voice and email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a treat this weekend, although I will be working, Stacy is going with me on this trip to Knoxville. We have some errands to run this morning, then dinner with the Grahams and Colemans at the Olive Garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we will take off for Knoxville for a midnight new job start, then tomorrow we can enjoy the day and look for an Easter basket for the grand baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being busy is an understatement at this point, but I am grateful for being employed, blessed with Stacy, without who, I am nothing.&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/4395327807328124318-4335087539007657725?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/4335087539007657725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=4335087539007657725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/4335087539007657725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/4335087539007657725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/03/workin.html' title='Workin&apos;'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/Sc4fBUPLv5I/AAAAAAAAA_s/g8nmiwovYwc/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-6121823431412618925</id><published>2009-03-18T19:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T19:49:43.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dying To Get In</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;During my travels, I have been geocaching and one of my favorite places to search is old grave yards in historic parts of the towns I visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/ScGM9bVNT_I/AAAAAAAAA_M/_iLmhFOgFWg/s1600-h/03.18.09+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314684022210514930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/ScGM9bVNT_I/AAAAAAAAA_M/_iLmhFOgFWg/s320/03.18.09+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the Ramsey Cemetery in Cleveland TN, there is a lot of the Wade family buried here.  One of the principals to geocaching is "pack it out."  This means always clean up anyplace that you go into or "pack it out".  I ended up taking the fast food waste I found here with me when I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/ScGLsS6XH4I/AAAAAAAAA_E/y5kM-Qw3890/s1600-h/03.18.09+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314682628381024130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/ScGLsS6XH4I/AAAAAAAAA_E/y5kM-Qw3890/s320/03.18.09+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you want to learn some history about where you live, visit the local grave yards and just read some of the markers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, people are dying to get into these places, yet few visit.  That's why when I go I want to be scattered around all the local Mexican restaurants in Clarksville, so I know Stacy will visit 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/4395327807328124318-6121823431412618925?l=stacyshusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/feeds/6121823431412618925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395327807328124318&amp;postID=6121823431412618925' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/6121823431412618925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395327807328124318/posts/default/6121823431412618925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacyshusband.blogspot.com/2009/03/dying-to-get-in.html' title='Dying To Get In'/><author><name>Frank Lombardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12309504074033277287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nCwp32qDFds/SCt7ffktdYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9ZXzECeUY8Q/S220/frankstaceyCruise.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/ScGM9bVNT_I/AAAAAAAAA_M/_iLmhFOgFWg/s72-c/03.18.09+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395327807328124318.post-6937880912889650762</id><published>2009-03-17T20:32:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T18:56:59.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day in Paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was gone most of last week, and will be again for a couple of days this week. So today, Stacy took me to Eastland Green's South Nine for some golf. I only had a few calls during our round and it was nice because no one else was there. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314335746845545874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nCwp32qDFds/ScBQNIfjlZI/AAAAAAAAA-k/WjLlOXYn564/s320/03.17.09+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stacy warming up.&lt
