tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787336887912206222024-02-07T08:46:02.230-05:00Amber is up to somethingAmberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722248543274291485noreply@blogger.comBlogger61125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378733688791220622.post-41179345619544055612010-03-17T04:36:00.003-04:002010-03-17T04:56:01.388-04:00Shutting it down<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHWDeciC1uhSb2fJz4Mjua9p7w_o4CGD4zESkUYA2eOeyOIglXexeK9Ujm2_ZJ3yGoXiJ_sS8t1JTfJTl6VQpj2_C1ZeCVjL6I5THmL4is78rXhM61vJRCKOoYsg6sIlbG_l2KJ8uSmd0/s1600-h/wedding.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449523782369174562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHWDeciC1uhSb2fJz4Mjua9p7w_o4CGD4zESkUYA2eOeyOIglXexeK9Ujm2_ZJ3yGoXiJ_sS8t1JTfJTl6VQpj2_C1ZeCVjL6I5THmL4is78rXhM61vJRCKOoYsg6sIlbG_l2KJ8uSmd0/s400/wedding.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div>Yes, I'm finally updating this blog, but only to shut it down. You see, it's not just me anymore. I am now part of an "us" and we are usually up to something together. So it seemed fitting to start a new blog full of the musings and adventures of Richie AND Amber. Visit our new blog <a href="http://thisishappilyeverlaughter.blogspot.com/">here</a>. </div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722248543274291485noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378733688791220622.post-26528157904323965742009-10-06T19:10:00.002-04:002009-10-06T19:15:13.396-04:00Crazy FlowerI regularly walk through my neighborhood and the other day I saw this amazing flower. I have never seen anything like it. I'm not sure what it is, but I think it's one of the most beautiful flowers I've ever seen.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxWZ18YJ7j5VXbmGRJfq3PYorAvUH1h1Wb9krMjJIc-7VUKy6UPqoHpfF9Tq6P2j0zPfvicpmBSpBlMbDKjsFI92HUd_Ydo-C2DafyXvyGzmuSRNohynqQLL2NSuNslw97KsIoeHlp6V8/s1600-h/Flower.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389628551845606002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxWZ18YJ7j5VXbmGRJfq3PYorAvUH1h1Wb9krMjJIc-7VUKy6UPqoHpfF9Tq6P2j0zPfvicpmBSpBlMbDKjsFI92HUd_Ydo-C2DafyXvyGzmuSRNohynqQLL2NSuNslw97KsIoeHlp6V8/s400/Flower.JPG" border="0" /></a>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722248543274291485noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378733688791220622.post-67764765276955107542009-10-06T18:58:00.002-04:002009-10-06T19:08:38.202-04:00West Coast TripIn August, Richie and I took a long trip up the coast to visit our families and take a little vacation. We had a great time and we learned that we like each other quite a bit. In case the news hasn't spread to everyone who reads this blog, we're engaged!Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722248543274291485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378733688791220622.post-62950807279855931392009-10-06T18:40:00.006-04:002009-10-06T18:54:42.277-04:00On Our WayWe left for our trip up the coast and headed up scenic Highway 101. We found a lovely little beach town that we'd like to visit again someday. Avila Beach is a cute little town that looks like a great place to spend the weekend. After a quick stop, we were on our way.<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389621650618171986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE5zHq6Am2eBuVyLtmPXUEKeMxyI-WC3BuoEtUljUjnrHfC55cRJEUh0AInxc2ane_8lj_zARmLW-pKSzjVi9Tg0_PlxQynvyKlFxoUZoTxbKJoWHNoM0nweXXsC8pEPkteL0tn4JJHow/s400/DSCN1418.JPG" border="0" /></div>After a brief stop at Richie's parents' house in Fremont, CA we were headed up to Oregon. (Don't worry; we stopped there and spent some quality time with his family on the way back.) Our first stop was Ashland, OR where Richie lived when he was in grade school. It was fun to see the house he lived in and the old places he used to frequent. Ashland is a great town with a cute old shopping district. It is most famous, however, for it's annual <a href="http://www.osfashland.org/">Shakespeare Festival</a>, and while we were there, we got to see Cervantes's Don Quixote. It was a marvelous production and we had perhaps some of the best seats in the house - 3rd row center. The play was performed on the Elizabethan Stage, the first of such outdoor theaters in the US. It was the perfect night for an outdoor performance and I hope to visit Ashland again someday. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389623807392488402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1a4G3w09c3cvNsnCFMwmo_g89kECTVUI-KleDYkmgNevmnyiFg84SkjFDibga_AKqXp7ruJ8opiumSom1U_MBeEf9NZ9EN3p9XBP9O4Yiukl6wMYJlJ18WBEqm96PUWBJcmW5AkO2NAM/s400/DSCN1428.JPG" border="0" />Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722248543274291485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378733688791220622.post-37910409507815445992009-10-06T18:20:00.005-04:002009-10-06T18:38:10.602-04:00Oregon - A Hometown VisitWhen we arrived in Oregon we spent some time at my parents' house and they spent some time getting to know Richie. My mom says that the first time she met him, she already liked him. I think everyone got along quite well. I took Richie into downtown Portland and we visited some of my favorite spots. It was a beautiful night to walk along the waterfront and show him the city I love.<br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div>After some Portland time we headed to the beach. Of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">course</span> we had to spend time at my favorite place in the world. I love the Oregon coast and I wanted to show Richie why I loved it so much. We had perfect weather the entire time and enjoyed a relaxing visit. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389618184038545330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHBK1ukbLfPaDlNEhO_QTVDV5PCfHyJM3tevwdaK7_hrsYW7WhjWet4ah1OOdxiLZJHBcUmb0O7g3hQcsK8MgWGlAfrqyqjEmR5tuSKw44OukVRqTSQcQIZvVEQT__8K8ADNgwHgsp8wM/s400/DSCN1468.JPG" border="0" /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389619701131710018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijfYSOWWqiwey5fvtMDn6sLnsnd8NXD_T730-iTsjxcYsu6cSpuJ1jcc0GdhYaKJxAHLjyUPkbitAnx9u4wwLGeyN8SfLmgQtfk1v1i25CccqIEvIuS_QrRc6P6Y6ahGYugra-z2QqlwI/s400/DSCN1452.JPG" border="0" /> <div>Margaret enjoying an afternoon on the beach. Andrew, Linda, Savannah, Margaret and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">LeGrande</span> all came to the beach to visit. It was great to see everyone. The kids are getting so big!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389618166156355074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHDTjhPbX235HG2Rmidiy5RYJJEaOInT_akfnlBbzYAA_gox9sUM522pcb2LQzW6JVGlds3krI_fyDPoab6u1WYy1T_Qm8NA_R1mfpWCZybeHMJRAP-yrRUru3i248JS8Ddome3fXpFz4/s400/DSCN1433.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389618189581252466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdfMJ8XNOBD8mf__PS5na-3mW9Xd3nLvWiTgm1qSJiRerQlL8JqAXcrjt3ThmQZt5E06jbBXALcZIBIT0ktSpt8ETpb1DTp8zEhHjQHMnuVAo93KBlGAR624ENcFs2hp2otKNqtzYScGY/s400/DSCN1466.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722248543274291485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378733688791220622.post-26114549737779753232009-10-06T18:02:00.004-04:002009-10-06T18:57:17.738-04:00On the BayWe visited Richie's family in Fremont, CA next and enjoyed many beautiful spots in the Bay area. I regret not taking more pictures during our stay here, but I did get some good shots of our trip into San Francisco. We also visited <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Palo</span> Alto, the Stanford campus, won lottery tickets to see the play Wicked and had some good family time.<br /><div><div> </div><div>Richie's family is wonderful and I'm looking forward to getting to know them better. They are warm, unassuming, generous, hilarious and just fun to be with. I felt right at home in their house and I'm grateful for their hospitality. </div><div></div><br /><div>Here are some shots from San Francisco, mostly at Pier 39. It was a beautiful breezy and I ate soup in a warm sourdough bread bowl on the pier. We also saw the largest group of sea lions I've ever seen. They were especially smelly and quite mean to each other. But I did enjoy them posturing for a good spot on the deck. </div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389613765034804914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY3qvGEKT8FKZViG2BJEaXbKlv1aKn9cLnz7XgcA8gFdrLt2WOnE3De6PHWzVVUvGlI9zTgJ3wwnDp5y3rR0iLck_Dx1k4jd1QoLSE08R_6D-sm7gvRU-je8xLbUkB5fXdhwqRPApexig/s400/DSCN1481.JPG" border="0" /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389613753777599218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhngnmCYr11CxVeE-iAWvmfazAbX7lzjxA6Vc-aHHosrP0h_GVw3YyTbjtg-hFrzYafuY6fYK89kTQpfYUZ0GU_QOPrFEtBTKYVNLSHpEjcHmztyXJP1cb_5GE-_dRuwSK0l31SctgDoLc/s400/DSCN1477.JPG" border="0" /></div></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722248543274291485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378733688791220622.post-50298055276221482942009-10-06T17:24:00.005-04:002009-10-07T14:03:04.104-04:00The ProposalThe last leg of our trip was perhaps the most memorable. As I posted previously, we camped in Monteray and visited Carmel before driving through Big Sur. We had a brilliant day finished off by a stunning sunset along the coast. We stopped at several view points along the way and enjoyed the beautiful scenery. I came to find out later that Richie had hoped to propose at one of these lovely spots. But it wasn't meant to be. Our privacy was constantly inturrupted by other travelers who also wished to enjoy the view. There was still time left in the evening and there would be other spots along the way, Richie thought. (I was unaware at this point.)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389610073366137554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx3Vm9nvdYjQyBZ_og9pPBaBp8OD0roO8rOBzofIwNTtdPDtECdNtWwSCFRw9mLPK7WyGsSkCbqn0jYKYim8lod73vXmwmeK-9mIWNItllQoP2B_sd92zrsRUFOvVsg1uIEdA0tqKa22w/s400/DSCN1551.JPG" border="0" /> We continued to drive when it became clear that our car was overheating. We were forced to stop on the side of the road while this car that had been so faithful to us throughout the entire trip took a much needed break. After cooling down, we were able to pull into a gas station. I ate a dinner of convenience store nachos on the curb while Richie burried his head under the hood, trying to determine the problem. The town we landed in was very small and neither of us had cell reception. We made friends with some people at the gas station who tried to diagnose our problem. We then decided to have the car towed and stay in the small town of Cambria for the night. We later learned that the car's water pump was faulty and needed to be replalced. <div><div></div><br /><div>The tow truck driver, an experienced surfer named Brett, picked us up and took us to a hotel where we would stay until we could get our car fixed. Once we got settled in our room, we were very tired and glad to rest for a bit. Durring the whole ordeal, Richie seemed especially anxious and stressed. He had planned on a romantic proposal but our story was meant to be unique and a bit adventurous. As we were settling in, Richie got on one knee and asked me to marry him. It wasn't exactly what he had planned, but he knew he wanted to ask me. I think the fact that I didn't get upset about the car breaking down may have sealed the deal for him. I of course said YES. </div><div></div><br /><div>Here we are after a long day of sight seeing, an exciting evening of car difficulties, and, of course the exciting event of getting engaged. We were tired, but very happy. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389610083821126786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbDoTOX3XhP0U57UMdv8j6-Hx834ZsT_DsN-od-s0bv1wyzNKIrxwGLWIKYxyVsTc7iNTL15kuA2LkBs6lVs34GV_w3s3itM-z1XzgHO2Gr5RZOSduPhyaD5cjpWk-S7rcWULM-jhxT4c/s400/DSCN1559.JPG" border="0" /></div></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722248543274291485noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378733688791220622.post-52482472426605321132009-08-26T21:26:00.004-04:002009-08-27T02:23:08.371-04:00Big Sur is a Big HitRichie and I are on our way home to LA after a wonderful trip. I'll post more pictures when we get home, but I thought I'd share a few from our beautiful drive. We're stopped for a quick vehicle tune up which gives me a chance to post some pictures of the amazing drive from Carmel to Big Sur. It's been a near perfect day. Pancakes and eggs for breakfast, made on the campfire. The Monteray Museum of Art. Yummy lunch in Carmel. A stunning day on the beach. A tour of the Carmel Mission. Breathtaking views of the Pacific coast around every corner.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibU04HsQg3GNaU6b2Hb-HlPTAFl6VbmHDfgiY11aq4Qn8nHhSbEqvZwTYx1AS9irTlDpiqsRhOxmCr9Wm4CDthZxzmi1ksOE7TiLsSM8XZmL4ZO0hH8tg0puLOn0r1NY_G48lVWoXdwO4/s1600-h/DSCN1509.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374451976911796082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibU04HsQg3GNaU6b2Hb-HlPTAFl6VbmHDfgiY11aq4Qn8nHhSbEqvZwTYx1AS9irTlDpiqsRhOxmCr9Wm4CDthZxzmi1ksOE7TiLsSM8XZmL4ZO0hH8tg0puLOn0r1NY_G48lVWoXdwO4/s400/DSCN1509.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374451988244866610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCiV3yIW6hxPtIAuMo8v9genw2TJ-B_ts_ZadP7VSpmEYK_neo5jyZBR9uDOST5J1tXm_V_j_kfNEMbHeiGL91MD6h7NjKH0ZHAK4cSy_s5RTHPxRs540uuNQ27PKS8gCp0mPHT8KkORc/s400/DSCN1513.JPG" border="0" /> <div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNRlHPn2T8j-A0ttYv1VJGAJ72cxduA5EvOwIeNJepNRR4S9iY-EjVhAXkyl-wBZUNLydN81I0JrazyZ7r47Mf6nz1xk2GpxxCCluI4xXKcpYhgAR_mtwZZg0nL2x58oFyu-XOaT48wi4/s1600-h/DSCN1503.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374450853726224098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNRlHPn2T8j-A0ttYv1VJGAJ72cxduA5EvOwIeNJepNRR4S9iY-EjVhAXkyl-wBZUNLydN81I0JrazyZ7r47Mf6nz1xk2GpxxCCluI4xXKcpYhgAR_mtwZZg0nL2x58oFyu-XOaT48wi4/s400/DSCN1503.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374450865039875746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo0I8Rpeh3GG2F9KZqsVp7PZofQcHjeNlW3ukULLHt122VgYC7SyX5_-JMz2_Alc76GAtOphvHOyLMHGh4PGA0Sb_g6DodPaVEahbL_saCQZCTbgDsDZccR7Porfd6r9lvAYHtOHPCeb4/s400/DSCN1524.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722248543274291485noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378733688791220622.post-80016428757568822102009-08-06T13:10:00.006-04:002009-08-12T12:15:24.078-04:00This guy ...<div>is the reason why I went to LA. He's also the reason why I'm now in LA, at least for the summer. It's beautiful and sunny and I can go to the beach often. I'm still loving California, and even though it's hot, I don't mind. It cools down at night and there are farmers' markets everywhere. It's my kind of place. Fortunately my work has allowed me to work remotely and I was able to rent out my condo. So far this summer has been fabulous.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366904919666670626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIKWGYQ69K9vmMBAf-1nDBjSCzE8n1bewL0vneIHpPc2igZjrVvpNElEyBuYolF5IUW6VTC0ybrTZ98jHQpad4ZNU_6oYVEYExHbwfnMp_AMD1uPjFKm9Bs8W-UWfnS0E-dbkeHMC3lBE/s400/la+070.jpg" border="0" /></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722248543274291485noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378733688791220622.post-29727159704296788192009-06-07T23:35:00.003-04:002009-06-07T23:36:07.256-04:00Loving CaliforniaI took a fun trip to LA at the end of May and absolutely loved it. To be honest, I didn't think southern California would be for me, but it turns out that I kind of love it there. I went to Santa Monica and its famous pier, hit the beach in Malibu, loved every minute in Santa Barbara, saw the pre-Broadway play Dirty Dancing, bought fabulous produce at a local farmers' market, saw some great places in LA and left wanting to come back.Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722248543274291485noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378733688791220622.post-61802924520556180582009-06-07T23:34:00.004-04:002009-06-07T23:45:15.462-04:00Santa MonicaThe Santa Monica Pier is every bit as exciting as I thought it would be. Lots of people, fun rides, people fishing, the salty smell of the ocean and an exciting energy that I loved.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344796185487154034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs_mMq6y1qdf_CpfhyphenhyphenXdaiyIkO1ysMX9zIi4HQbu94_-y3wxsYUku7VdMaYHPjHOnDrsiDRPyU7IBKSq8ZQS-nYKaHtyRnKuNDpw5vR-cdi6gHaan1x7q63IBNjNIkRJhxXmkLobhbogQ/s400/la+054.jpg" border="0" />Here's a view of the pier from the top of the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ferris</span> Wheel. Maybe carnival rides are cheesy but I love them. I make no <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">apologies</span> for wanting to play like a kid on a beautiful day at the ocean.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl-ZaA4-D4fSj8G6Q9uoq045LhCpSZKLpxUxeGbQGp1SKqhKabK5wncryO-XLKOQaUoLU54UnwQzn2MmNyz5JClIl0LUGHIrfNuWWKIdfsR6lv3Bm0H77Ilvy8ZRd92Ya27qFCS07zWFI/s1600-h/la+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344796191214317314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl-ZaA4-D4fSj8G6Q9uoq045LhCpSZKLpxUxeGbQGp1SKqhKabK5wncryO-XLKOQaUoLU54UnwQzn2MmNyz5JClIl0LUGHIrfNuWWKIdfsR6lv3Bm0H77Ilvy8ZRd92Ya27qFCS07zWFI/s400/la+004.jpg" border="0" /></a>There was a boxing game in the pier arcade that I had to try out. I made it all the way to level 3. All those years of boxing classes finally paid off.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq2YuYlEFpaleqSsspOUjNMziU8pp5QC5b8iAiAUHi3HRCwR4KKaQReTF8sb6jFHH3897T57CzY-q_ycsrgaXzy_E-979QGo7n5Psewc3OuOqGFaFKj61NOcowHxkqw8VK-2R3jo-3Xes/s1600-h/la+062.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344796182294220098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq2YuYlEFpaleqSsspOUjNMziU8pp5QC5b8iAiAUHi3HRCwR4KKaQReTF8sb6jFHH3897T57CzY-q_ycsrgaXzy_E-979QGo7n5Psewc3OuOqGFaFKj61NOcowHxkqw8VK-2R3jo-3Xes/s400/la+062.jpg" border="0" /></a>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722248543274291485noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378733688791220622.post-68919911160453919772009-06-07T23:15:00.008-04:002009-06-08T00:02:46.535-04:00Malibu and Santa BarbaraThe beach in Malibu is beautiful but full of people. It is a little different from the beaches I'm used to in Oregon but beautiful all the same. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344798558576628914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1O0rYaZeFMW0BArdVg57e6f_ScIy-8nhbxU89nf6ADH7_lPkmaMlCr54O1CsKqOK3vypbhZ3NDk-AFeIjUprXNjF-gCqikDuBXWRc379OFnw7il5dO98ePPnrWq7UBzDYFGbegrpfvcA/s400/la+017.jpg" border="0" />Santa Barbara was probably my favorite place I visited on my trip. Unfortunately I don't have a lot of good pictures of this beautiful town. It's a beautiful area with fun shops, lovely scenery and cool architecture. Here are some pictures of me on the pier at sunset.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyrZg0cR-rzPLny_lofTpbirjbszxT-EInRv814Gk_IaaZOqoqVAok4X4PGV4EnhVxXXBuSRmGkm_PbM2mFxbguS07Yp3ZRs648VXZassZlvq-QdhM5v18ioYMaIuMjviqz_0elPKb900/s1600-h/la+024.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344798564329475394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyrZg0cR-rzPLny_lofTpbirjbszxT-EInRv814Gk_IaaZOqoqVAok4X4PGV4EnhVxXXBuSRmGkm_PbM2mFxbguS07Yp3ZRs648VXZassZlvq-QdhM5v18ioYMaIuMjviqz_0elPKb900/s400/la+024.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ4LqHS-uZRucTErc5q8JgLTS5KgpQETCz0TszYiCG3tJZlLNRmZ3M3t4ZzoN_0RzoJXSV-CwZe6UQr1nDtHr0IW-XdhWczZXxU_AxjygtWmYXsNNv6b0_11QFHjfZSXDLZyoGCK5CCoc/s1600-h/la+020.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344798556461456082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ4LqHS-uZRucTErc5q8JgLTS5KgpQETCz0TszYiCG3tJZlLNRmZ3M3t4ZzoN_0RzoJXSV-CwZe6UQr1nDtHr0IW-XdhWczZXxU_AxjygtWmYXsNNv6b0_11QFHjfZSXDLZyoGCK5CCoc/s400/la+020.jpg" border="0" /></a>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722248543274291485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378733688791220622.post-66903512984812113152009-06-07T22:16:00.003-04:002009-06-07T23:15:35.329-04:00The GettyThe Getty is a fabulous art museum in LA that I just had to visit during my trip. It's a huge art complex with several buildings and beautiful gardens. The views of the LA area were pretty amazing too.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344781668898493794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPlf10va6OBD613WQxXVoNCOU843_C6lGR0rQMPr-7PNllF4UQ9qLA5vUoy_L5qHIRIHySCu7k5rDhjMKWFaM8r03DeQJkdaSNshOGOo2lt2m56e2WaRUhMW6wsv3PINE4QGcgs0Bgk0A/s400/la+034.jpg" border="0" /> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPMNqm5Euq5jwZrUg_XROTu1molu_mhH_p_LxtobWAxNmTSIoF9I0PL635HWf1gCMrTHImcxDWD3vXFNkfBuxJR3VSkO7XFVsiOagzaa3KkqmO2a1rFaHS7QV9wkeDRhL0Sl0PxwJCl6w/s1600-h/la+048.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344781664431775154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPMNqm5Euq5jwZrUg_XROTu1molu_mhH_p_LxtobWAxNmTSIoF9I0PL635HWf1gCMrTHImcxDWD3vXFNkfBuxJR3VSkO7XFVsiOagzaa3KkqmO2a1rFaHS7QV9wkeDRhL0Sl0PxwJCl6w/s400/la+048.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbGvHMlrrgCJCyvXgWQmiNCmvdze7DZIx45mVfgwbORiUPcZKeGxPZO-1VEZ93egH8zlFV6VlXrJCwoom5KkF2e9zpi3wJGKx5jjBw0yOeuqdV6gmWoMAXlMULIA8j9lVjm70IT1yZ6AA/s1600-h/la+051.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344781663236950834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbGvHMlrrgCJCyvXgWQmiNCmvdze7DZIx45mVfgwbORiUPcZKeGxPZO-1VEZ93egH8zlFV6VlXrJCwoom5KkF2e9zpi3wJGKx5jjBw0yOeuqdV6gmWoMAXlMULIA8j9lVjm70IT1yZ6AA/s400/la+051.jpg" border="0" /></a>Some of my favorite works were: "Portrait of Jeanne Kefer" by Fernand Khnopff and a Joseph Mallord William Turner painting that has a super long name - "Van Tromp, Going About to Please His Masters, Ships a Sea Getting a Good Wetting".<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344781660106820642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgADF4daW2t4UBsrqYFVeAyylBcLGclWUshvNCKBa1AXBOWfI1JhVkKj7QZ3kOqkhXlNZnH7qT0_it3s-hOLLCBSQP9HzJw-7naHtvEGL8fHPIpcF_Nhi4g2IX1fNxKet56sdPSWHHOfFg/s400/JeanneKefer.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344781657665217938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAPEPff7p96NsHuusNE78-YB9q2ubWfIZp-T_KJcf6am0m7KUVrbsVMqxkAU0LfKTQOxEoeztqTP1_04L6I-Ein07mxDbreuYlWBecPbtttHxrIwyObkOuO461EB9UrpKlEpAw36tLLhE/s400/Van+Tromp.jpg" border="0" /></div></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722248543274291485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378733688791220622.post-37056438098303054362009-06-07T22:05:00.003-04:002009-06-07T22:16:38.540-04:00Girl Time<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344774646169781490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPLDejUaG8jTwcM7clXFPRlGM8lEAUdTU7YxBFE03CB1BWHoVKftRGr3vrCwRpSj34bNQ-zUwLsEh0-lXyB-nrrzXD56eUhMmsjK7O70yrazWAcoYu2-hZ2itox327mO5Oh02nFWHXIGc/s400/la+066.jpg" border="0" /> At the end of my trip I met up with some friends from the mission. April, Michelle and Lucinda all met me in LA and we had some good girl time. Most of the time we spent chatting and catching up. And it's always good to reminisce and tell good mission stories. Thanks for joining me ladies. I had a great time<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344774654232882690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD3nmkcKtX3uNu8Xrd2CRBBn_QKgy4N8fU-3okfL8B7UtgBVZqL1RQhNjw1kt8ttZrx1TKBzwXBTi-uQsGsbbboJUm1_9nTV4GsMFHMlFaaeqATME6hl5JQGZm6QqkfkoEfYfHCK8_-jE/s400/la+028.jpg" border="0" />Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722248543274291485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378733688791220622.post-43570055817393880402009-05-10T20:29:00.004-04:002009-05-11T14:14:08.350-04:00Loving MomToday I am reminded of how much I love my mom. But I was reminded of that yesterday too. And I'll probably be grateful for my mom tomorrow and most definitely later in the week. Mother's Day is nice, but I am thankful for my mom every day of the year.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334357414854671778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7lv4HPKGYQ8L5vnO6FWMa4iJLI0tIfByuZurZuVLw0-ftQ6aBBGq8mAVszwOJl4-S2yBpkJhhlvWcXv0bEF723_8jsN6lO8LB79KS76lDytyLeSQE7Z-_gk5AW-6H7fg84RVLuV55RVw/s400/mom&me.jpg" border="0" />I have been so blessed with an amazing mom. She's done a lot of great things for me over the years, but most importantly, she has loved me, always.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2xRjALA_61cjnBdLTCIW_ezV5D4oai0pgNFRnATBsJg0_S6lcrVbzvnLisLXCRjXNWh4L93ZGnjUZ7LXw1nmXYYD1QKiGWDkjB-D3CGlkWbAWVamsLC1spzxk60juCx-_7lEMIPnAIh8/s1600-h/mom.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334357407231680114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2xRjALA_61cjnBdLTCIW_ezV5D4oai0pgNFRnATBsJg0_S6lcrVbzvnLisLXCRjXNWh4L93ZGnjUZ7LXw1nmXYYD1QKiGWDkjB-D3CGlkWbAWVamsLC1spzxk60juCx-_7lEMIPnAIh8/s400/mom.jpg" border="0" /></a>Happy Mother's Day mom. I love you.<br /><br /><div></div></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722248543274291485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378733688791220622.post-53171766150754256102009-04-23T16:12:00.006-04:002009-04-23T17:31:33.735-04:00Happy Birthday GrandpaI'd like to take this opportunity to post a few more vintage photos and acknowledge the birthday of my grandpa Henderson. Although he has been gone for many years, I still think about him occasionally and remember the things I learned from him. He always seemed to have an honest approach to life, and even though I was only 12 when he died, I have a clear <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">recollection</span> of how much he loved his family. There was never any doubt about that. Here is Grandpa Henderson with his first grandchild (me).<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328001126739149458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMH_d3Xqth58ewtKktD9oUlXKjWpurUhH353hyphenhyphenIlJgyq6YAe1R0RwniFtvHOr-4qRfYKAAJj8q1Q_INzvtZdRtkUW-gw2JwdrbsQVyUBplhIPp9DHaBrLjj8H-3YrFZw5MRUEZS0x32_w/s400/GH.jpg" border="0" /> Daniel Garvin Henderson was born April 23, 1926 in Jersey City, NJ. He loved to work with wood and build things in his basement workshop. The Japanese culture <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">fascinated</span> him and he admired it's simplicity and beauty. He was very proud of his Scottish heritage and shared his love of Scotland with his family. He loved starlight mints, tea, Neil Diamond, M*A*S*H, Japanese gardens, the beach, and most of all, his family. (Pictured below, from left: Andrea Henderson <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Stahr</span> (my mom) Daniel Henderson, Ermina Henderson, Sheila Henderson)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328001131425254002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs7vtBGJVLeyOxOqgR4FOtC3C6OyG412m0FWAKVE6eY6FEAUs18zDPXqjGm2pBvJVVBmZqOvUQ_ruMxdTHRuaCoRrQJJcwvP0ApzC6bE6UNCwUKVtJ74GKWbyH5ucxPKA7DEJU17yO7c4/s400/G&GH.jpg" border="0" />Happy Birthday Grandpa. I feel fortunate to have known you.Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722248543274291485noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378733688791220622.post-12310285623807478952009-03-10T12:34:00.006-04:002009-03-10T12:52:11.116-04:00Warmer weather is comingI'm ready for Spring and then Summer. The weather here has been nice lately and I'm so ready for winter to surrender to spring flowers, budding trees and days without wearing a coat. Here are some old pictures of me enjoying the warm weather of the Oregon summer when I was about 2 or 3.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311598905689898450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLS9S7E-3BBMfI6XJtqOgVOYEWjMZbYVIU65efdg6Bi2oeAH_YjzyiAgT_juJFiz5uwOPddQgcPKJ-HIgHJFCg-mBWRlJvzenb8z9edlMjYN6bsbq5Ad6NCDK2UrhVs7zF2Xcyel3qcMI/s400/carousel.jpg" border="0" /> I'm not exactly sure where this carousel is. Maybe my mom can chime in and give some additional info. I don't remember loving this outfit, but I'm sure I did. I do now, that's for certain.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEill9yapde0v0ZFSsJJELI5dmCfhG6Slzs5bzTj7qaSLN6ms6c_w-iFwWiH634ip_a6_W1XMxcCrUDXS8omJAyKfJhWN5wbuLTIkdelfndD-Re48AcwYfZ2itRtVVphqqGNOFq1YlbXf2E/s1600-h/picnic.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311598914403052082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEill9yapde0v0ZFSsJJELI5dmCfhG6Slzs5bzTj7qaSLN6ms6c_w-iFwWiH634ip_a6_W1XMxcCrUDXS8omJAyKfJhWN5wbuLTIkdelfndD-Re48AcwYfZ2itRtVVphqqGNOFq1YlbXf2E/s400/picnic.jpg" border="0" /></a>I remember the great summer family gatherings at my grandparents house. Grandma and Grandpa Stahr were excellent hosts and their patio was the perfect place to get together. Now that my parents live in their house, the patio is still a great place to host a party. Here are my parents, nearest to the fence, aunt Patty, her son Brad, and me.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311598930979999986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7kc7l8qZfC5OcT4_zZYz9k2p2xhPpzaiRKZEslVp1MnthmEAe5NF8hfcqFRc11jfmwWkF4wg4tfcFTGdERoTNhO95NfcY4oDUgYN1qlRQB5U2ZFrO4pkRRX7Pl6LlsQHBqKnAPwBtSis/s400/UncleTed.jpg" border="0" />Uncle Ted and aunt Eleanor used to come visit from some far away state. Maybe Colorado, Arizona or California. Anyone in the family want to fill in this little detail? I always liked them and was amused that uncle Ted looked so much like my grandpa. And man, I had cute clothes when I was little. Where are those dresses now?</div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722248543274291485noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378733688791220622.post-62750322372713515922009-03-01T22:46:00.003-05:002009-03-01T22:58:56.133-05:00Navy Boxing<div>On Friday night I went with some friends to the US Naval Academy where we watched the annual Brigade Boxing Championships. There were 10 fights in weight classes from 125 to heavyweight. I had never been to a boxing match so it was exciting to be a part of the excitement. The event is the Navy's school championship and the gym was packed with midshipmen and Navy alumni. Since I took a boxing class for a couple of years, I felt I knew a little about the punches and techniques and I was excited to see my first fight. It wasn't long and brutal like Rocky, which I think is what I was expecting. It was very athletic and all the fighters hugged each other after each fight. Not a very "Mike Tyson" thing to do. The fighting wasn't violent at all, although the last two fights did produce some blood. I guess that's why people watch, right? <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308432155900482946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu4Wb9iMNPpQ-QW4JkNF2nF3pG41iolF70878yZEGPAcyZo2n7mV9CBvnx2vcad260Kvd5_uA2GfFv7UeBSWxw3lxNpZnjO54IJs01qFZLjE6VNa6OUDG6aAuB2wNKu1qvEofAx6LPHdk/s400/b+017.jpg" border="0" /></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722248543274291485noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378733688791220622.post-62043597587927247722009-02-24T22:20:00.005-05:002009-02-24T22:57:56.204-05:00Snowshoeing in the Adirondacks<div>Last weekend I took a quick trip up to Albany to join Emily, Doug and Benjamin on a snowshoeing trip in the Adirondacks. We headed up to a small town halfway between Lake George and Lake Placid where we hiked to a yurt at Falls Brook. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrhfObq2X_owKpUi_hyphenhyphenfO1vosyF811uzT3YnyW_BjzMogq2npmkAavo03Fs9wpK07mF04Mpkg-vsaRZA-Ad3GRDZ0333DEEn44t48P2YBfWpyboc-1jDBhACP7If0UvjOBL7Le1FblhDQ/s1600-h/s+052.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306573540814155458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrhfObq2X_owKpUi_hyphenhyphenfO1vosyF811uzT3YnyW_BjzMogq2npmkAavo03Fs9wpK07mF04Mpkg-vsaRZA-Ad3GRDZ0333DEEn44t48P2YBfWpyboc-1jDBhACP7If0UvjOBL7Le1FblhDQ/s400/s+052.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306573527599336482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_EVBxpvOY9AkJe-D7JUnscwht6h1FYw15pKwgw45YjMGenQ-ga8e9NFWWODHl8hHbVMjjCtwqhxLiFgMgRvLb3zfJYfMT9C-YdGZEB1DPLIQNAKVN6b5IXPyrl8CqI76XMGBTnMXABFA/s400/s+054.jpg" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh11ySg26a8cMGFHivaku1A_TQt1SHMlK_7dUSd5_O_9jmQ2gJ3qOPLN85xuLyGd_RhQk5QWnhrIC_jzlI8kkgIt4gWspX5ssTITYS4MIAWTC61vLd7zXLI1dlq7ekmSn6T6e5cVr_HCHg/s1600-h/s+015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306573540003401346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh11ySg26a8cMGFHivaku1A_TQt1SHMlK_7dUSd5_O_9jmQ2gJ3qOPLN85xuLyGd_RhQk5QWnhrIC_jzlI8kkgIt4gWspX5ssTITYS4MIAWTC61vLd7zXLI1dlq7ekmSn6T6e5cVr_HCHg/s400/s+015.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div>Saturday was a perfect day with plenty of sunshine and minimal wind. We headed out to find the frozen Stony Pond but we never quite made it. We still had a great time enjoying the blue sky and fresh snow. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIPrhYDcVcHhBKkbHjK2-F8cBmX5ILGn-_q5LgEnYMkeYrU5m2ywQj1dwplB6fitiVPfJOPzBOf7YfrmzPkR5N1vT_Id1vXmp1RF3rHKoNomkU69umVqPoLZR5jOBHJ9Tejdr3XTnBzdw/s1600-h/s+017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306573532292851506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIPrhYDcVcHhBKkbHjK2-F8cBmX5ILGn-_q5LgEnYMkeYrU5m2ywQj1dwplB6fitiVPfJOPzBOf7YfrmzPkR5N1vT_Id1vXmp1RF3rHKoNomkU69umVqPoLZR5jOBHJ9Tejdr3XTnBzdw/s400/s+017.jpg" border="0" /></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306577325787756386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHgg8R8IYi0FYX5kodegRjXdMEuYpUXLhHixPHoy0th8vh_yL-N92PtQ2xqujgh6D7uN1aJUIHGGtsWKoi2WpyF1ncsbcWAGNGSSqy8lsqfuHf8Q1qVrfwELO4gHak2uHAZZxtEu2rgbs/s400/s+057.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722248543274291485noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378733688791220622.post-76828410937636720492009-02-24T21:31:00.004-05:002009-02-24T22:58:58.396-05:00Little Squirt in the YurtBenjamin and Emily enjoying the nice warm yurt. This kind of backpacking is way better than sleeping in a tent. You don't have to load your pack down with the tent, a ground pad or any kitchen gear. Did I mention that it was heated? It was heated. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306559441499475154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlqqkfeGM8Rir56KooItKU8OzHg5X7UTLjePN_CW-7OaM-TRMRm4a_V7lEZk-00l278LIBVtHW1Osu0A-oKzkDjZGm7Ji7tARj2YKoZ6eZIpT45UIbau6Tc-fNMEX7-ozY2EJD_ojT0j0/s400/s+002.jpg" border="0" /> The yurt came fully <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">equipped</span> with a gas stove and kitchen items. Emily and Doug made some delicious Thai food on Friday night -- I'll take that over tinfoil dinners any backpacking trip. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwkNsrmjbZDRmMieRV5Y-smAx18uaZMKJyIQxptz4GZUj2Di0otgfevcIDL6pbKl6jYNSjMucry63D-Laz1Wj_vzjqJYhqkkjoDuQ-UAtKeOHyI18wQ7IaYyOzfPeENLu4Beu5U7qvmh8/s1600-h/s+033.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306559447112601618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwkNsrmjbZDRmMieRV5Y-smAx18uaZMKJyIQxptz4GZUj2Di0otgfevcIDL6pbKl6jYNSjMucry63D-Laz1Wj_vzjqJYhqkkjoDuQ-UAtKeOHyI18wQ7IaYyOzfPeENLu4Beu5U7qvmh8/s400/s+033.jpg" border="0" /></a>Winter camping is cold, you say? Then opt for a yurt. Ours was well heated with this trusty unit, that worked so well that we heated water on it. Little hands and wet shoes beware. This heater will burn or melt anything that touches it. My only recommendation: install a fan to promote air circulation. The air from the waist down was freezing, waist to head was semi warm, and the high ceiling area enjoyed if you were sitting on the top bunk was a veritable sauna. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306559450294484770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQZmp03SkToMfNLmyv4pxLarL4OGy5D9OwGxn0MWOFM-sNPJbxfQJmc3c-B2gMxGbNdzRf0IF3W5nGX7PJ1RfT7_zwOF15t3wThUUlRC_tUMjcslbMcqIdjesBYBWMT7TV2FS-PfNp6yQ/s400/s+034.jpg" border="0" /> Our yurt at Falls Brook. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5rDq-6SOtTnoVG2D9gcnsLQFbWbYYRSVrTZz7jeXIFtlMP-p8R47uAirPtm3dA1Rc8t7cxCAv97Q5XBM3R6SevafTd_trF_0Sgu9LDcILkOyH8xKadGBNO2K1JPKZdNqXcj2aqrp2GNY/s1600-h/s+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306559445484349458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5rDq-6SOtTnoVG2D9gcnsLQFbWbYYRSVrTZz7jeXIFtlMP-p8R47uAirPtm3dA1Rc8t7cxCAv97Q5XBM3R6SevafTd_trF_0Sgu9LDcILkOyH8xKadGBNO2K1JPKZdNqXcj2aqrp2GNY/s400/s+008.jpg" border="0" /></a>Emily and Doug were very dilligent about making sure Benjamin stayed warm. Here is the happy family gearing up for a day out in the snow. Ben loves his hunting bunting. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306559455871849842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA5veSIahrQ0pqiUA4r2slxH2DRtEbcsKcEryeVTbfh5djTCNJqQcRPA5HVyD9IbFPJm76c0TVLETCD7do_u3VJoz2gfsToEpTsCPpvJ1n8i-u75j6JsB3wIYq6jYE0VPtICv65ReE-Ro/s400/s+037.jpg" border="0" />Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722248543274291485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378733688791220622.post-65916381464532080052009-02-24T21:06:00.003-05:002009-02-24T22:59:41.741-05:00Winter's BeautyObviously this trip was mostly about enjoying the beauty of winter. There's something so peaceful about a quiet forest covered in a thick blanket of snow. While taking breaks on the trail, we enjoyed that deep silence that is only enjoyed in the back country during winter. Here are a few glimpses of that beauty. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306554646795086066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC1hbNV0UKHcZmpIo6oqgSnzxHjsqenDd5s03_TO22eitxX0_jEB4MwZZqX4kIRxr4Ns13kRwascn6q9Unc0IEUAtuNOLKsU1CFzr7Pf6NP1jE4fs-iRfujFKEBmVGDm5_baRkvcYAfww/s400/s+021.jpg" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI93awnE3qBS89d_XNz63YD-oJ-LBfr9MRjvjUDe4chTWco4Xcqn44cnMfqQWCIJeBo0m8EW2kx0Emp14-wOXi6DmIgR_2EFLClMKpTqcfsF1hE0FkGXvOLtr1wjTHR9hLlDdp9xyMWnY/s1600-h/s+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306554650749934626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI93awnE3qBS89d_XNz63YD-oJ-LBfr9MRjvjUDe4chTWco4Xcqn44cnMfqQWCIJeBo0m8EW2kx0Emp14-wOXi6DmIgR_2EFLClMKpTqcfsF1hE0FkGXvOLtr1wjTHR9hLlDdp9xyMWnY/s400/s+009.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHAxG3h-tsq6rLY1RAcOdusldwCTD-O3YfZnrccAr2S36FYyzuRM_Z1DYiGfrc-qZUvxahKSEkH6-FiikC7pvFkdzwkXcfh31Dri4iJKP2XmKj-3e7J17hxCGYCIyOH0N1A5tJguffkHc/s1600-h/s+055.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306554649429723586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHAxG3h-tsq6rLY1RAcOdusldwCTD-O3YfZnrccAr2S36FYyzuRM_Z1DYiGfrc-qZUvxahKSEkH6-FiikC7pvFkdzwkXcfh31Dri4iJKP2XmKj-3e7J17hxCGYCIyOH0N1A5tJguffkHc/s400/s+055.jpg" border="0" /></a></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722248543274291485noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378733688791220622.post-17125126678337223782009-02-16T22:37:00.004-05:002009-02-16T23:06:26.698-05:00Beautiful and DeliciousLast week I went with some friends to a gallery event at the <a href="http://www.mpaart.org/">McLean Project for the Arts</a>. It was called Gals in the Gallery, a ladies night that also had a demonstration by a internationally renowned pastry chef. The theme for the evening was the Art of Chocolate and the chef built a beautiful chocolate sculpture right in front of us. We got to taste some yummy treats too.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303606183615213266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwg6sR4F52-znP8dLhkUCwL4viKHMRCc2nYb8O8oTEjDm4CaD5cJ3Ab9l_CApxiUazfSrjuslnuaJibuspGARuKHLSfOc_jY-V6hl0PANhwD2YcLbM1uC27TG3qQL0K0J3EERC73PJ7W4/s400/chocolate2.jpg" border="0" />Here is part of the final product. He made these amazing roses out of white chocolate paste. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303606190410179074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBia_7HeyxGhTZmk9kp9ZnWjafvzmvLedbdT7PZbwEXwE4cl_JWv9thz9b86fUz9R_qFna6Z5zuKktvzK4O_7vqAyCCVaX7fxZuvoa5fc5r0MbELaM4IikzK0cw1tSftQI4dqWS7dJ1Eg/s400/chocolate3.jpg" border="0" />Alisha, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">MacKenzie</span> and me enjoying a fun girls night out. Besides the sweet treats, we also saw some intriguing art. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303607889947270098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggtQlxG-QW2Jk4ATsLJqSLRGroEf0lb6ewUhwkxinadeY0dvfKiXaaDwA56RAxa1vlMf4Qp5MJQWjpDMsYlgBRVqiZ1xmpd_oXP6tqMEjDw-MmqQAY02uFl2AsmN_MX_cK-wnSvDXfHHM/s400/chocolate4.jpg" border="0" />Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722248543274291485noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378733688791220622.post-72359333583868091282009-02-09T18:38:00.009-05:002009-02-09T18:59:06.139-05:00Good MemoriesI didn't take many pictures during my holiday trip to Oregon. But I did manage to find these old pictures. It's fun to look at photos from the past and remember how much more simple things were. Or maybe they just seemed easier. Being an adult seems to bring responsibility and big decisions and sometime <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">disappointment</span>. Life was a little easier when I was running around the driveway with friends and sticking my tongue out. I seemed to do a lot of that.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300949201741207602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis5Yj9MwxrwJsGM52LXvu7GgdgmuwN3e3W1xGRvYFn6QHgpCNQt1zvGqoJrONcoXqsrUnbY6nuClUm-t5VYvg4MP32f53wmqGMshhHK7NN4eFkYNwdfqZrErSx7aB9-vlRRrkWvDZN3mg/s400/Amber1.jpg" border="0" /> I don't remember exactly which vacation this was, but I'll venture a guess and say it's when we went to Cove Palisades. It could have also been Ft. Stevens. Camping was such a great vacation. I wish I did more of it now. Really it's all about sleeping in a tent and cooking and keeping the fire going. Not much else to it. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300949201360420290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwRKLWg_23azvMzdIH0K_vuP2cPtc3Xi9OBv7zA2vw2HlRjKOm4Wm3Pe2ambVwmTJ5ynntO5Mbt0V-GU_MtQ7L6h_sy2a1H-KtF557CatYHMJZf-M3ZONd_ZgUkvOeCZF5DQLBw9V6Ijk/s400/vacation+with+Andrew.jpg" border="0" />I have no idea where or when this picture was taken, but I like it. Someone told me I look like Dorothy. I especially like grandma Henderson in the background. This looks like it could have been a school concert. More importantly, I remember loving that shirt. I wish they still made cool shirts like that.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300949204103580146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-TZa0CcQocd0M7ac4VtdR5y4QBRpuUIpHG-YMDTWwBXRra-leVv0bhcVqKiAIWYVsTmsq8r4p_IFzH-ed-janKH9U7HCZL1aSL5vb9NzpcawRjamJekou1R6JQtouaTvEPlBJ7jkriNs/s400/Amber2.jpg" border="0" /> I have more pictures that I'll post in the future. I'll save them for when I don't have anything new to report.Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722248543274291485noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378733688791220622.post-91530371775234544652009-02-01T22:38:00.003-05:002009-02-01T23:03:52.412-05:00Bananas for the SteelersSo as you may know, I'm not a huge professional sports fan, however, I do enjoy a good Super Bowl party. Tonight I went to a fun gathering with friends and since I didn't really have a favorite team, I picked the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Steelers</span>. When at the grocery store looking for something to bring, I saw a box of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Nilla</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Wafers</span> and got an idea.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii-nhGSxKpnQhlDdY5tZfWl59cU2LuVLUrCKBuv4nMBngMc_NqXkNweoSl_wNwkHNurvzjoRqnwi03u3HeDjOUrQFp8rF5VKTVfGck5hliefysQ9MmdrPbj-mbjslCfem2VRfxHont0mI/s1600-h/c+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298040422725625858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii-nhGSxKpnQhlDdY5tZfWl59cU2LuVLUrCKBuv4nMBngMc_NqXkNweoSl_wNwkHNurvzjoRqnwi03u3HeDjOUrQFp8rF5VKTVfGck5hliefysQ9MmdrPbj-mbjslCfem2VRfxHont0mI/s400/c+002.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here is my version of a Super Bowl winning dessert. I think I'll call it "Bananas for the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Steelers</span>". Congratulations Pittsburgh and fans everywhere. There's plenty of pudding left over so stop by for a celebratory snack. In case you don't know what the Steelers' logo looks like, click <a href="http://go.steelers.com/index.html">here</a>.<br /><div></div>Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722248543274291485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378733688791220622.post-14596619986118178272009-01-21T22:49:00.005-05:002009-01-22T14:29:00.077-05:00The InaugurationYesterday I was fortunate enough to attend the Presidential Inauguration with my friends Alison and Becky. We started out at 5:30 a.m. and arrived at a packed Metro station. We elbowed our way onto an overflowing train and I could sense the other passengers' irritation. To ease my guilt for having pushed our way on, I shouted "I love you all" and everyone laughed. We were all going to the same place, all going to take part in history. And one day our children and grandchildren will read in their text books about the first African American man who was elected President of the United States. I'll be able to say I was there.Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11722248543274291485noreply@blogger.com0