<?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-7369519944060278526</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:12:23.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sammy, Dave, and Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouspourvous.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7369519944060278526/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouspourvous.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>David, Sam, Jane, and/or Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758623533701971051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369519944060278526.post-4178886568586033382</id><published>2010-04-17T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T18:12:35.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Service and beehives and emus, oh my!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.4staremuranch.com/images/emu2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 460px; height: 438px;" src="http://www.4staremuranch.com/images/emu2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cccfeeds.com/llamas/alpaca-3052411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.cccfeeds.com/llamas/alpaca-3052411.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the &lt;i&gt;original &lt;/i&gt;J.G. Stewart reporting to you today from the living room desktop while Mommy is busy with Jack.  We had quite the day.  Mommy has this thing about service, and she was very excited to participate in the Stake Day of Service today.  She signed up to babysit 4 kids.  That would mean six of us all together.  Her friend, Miss Bridgette came over to help.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we found out that the kid's mommies and daddies had things come up so that they couldn't go serve...so the kids had to stay at home instead of play under my dominion--erm--share my toys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Mommy and Miss Bridgette tried to think of a different way to serve others.  Miss Bridgette took me and Jack on a walk while Mommy mowed the lawn and weeded the strawberry beds.  The strawberries reminded us of a farm where we could pick lots of them, so we decided to go pick strawberries for some of our friends that can't get out of bed right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But guess what?  Jack, Miss Bridgette, Mommy, and I drove all the way out to the Strawberry Farm and it was closed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But right next to the strawberry farm was a very interesting place called Bee City.  So we stopped in there for lunch.  And then guess what?  There were emus there!  And Alpacas and lemurs and capuchins and great big blue, green, and red parrots (did I tell you I know my colors now?) and baby bunnies I could pet, and goats and beehives and llamas, and turkeys, and wallabies and all sorts of other wonderful creatures.  Mommy bought two different kinds of food and they ate right out of my hand!  Mommy promises we'll go back there with a camera so everyone can see how much fun it is.  She thinks we'll have a Joy School field trip there, and maybe go with Daddy too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great time.  There were also giant statues of horses and dinosaurs and warthogs and turtles, and I rode every one!  Miss Bridgette helped me a lot, and mommy carried Jack.  We learned all about bees and beehives and got to taste fresh honey.  Mommy bought some for us to eat at home.  Mommy told me all about my grandma who loves bees and beekeeping.  I'm going to visit her soon, and now I'm extra excited to see her and talk to her about bees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got home, we said good bye to Miss Bridgette and Mommy gave Jack and me a long lukewarm bath to wash off the rabbit poop and monkey food crumbs.  Then we had fresh bread (from Miss Tammy) and fresh butter and honey and apples for supper.  Then we watched Quest for Camelot and Mommy put my hair in curlers so it will be beautiful and bouncy for church tomorrow.  She even made us popcorn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we were sad that we didn't get to serve any humans (we served monkey o's to the monkeys and pellets to the llamas and alpacas) but Mommy says it will be okay if we keep trying to serve other people.  When we serve, we do nice things like not pull Jack's hair.  I was very good at not pulling hair today.  I even played peek-a-boo with him this morning and made him smile.  And I wear panties, which is nice for mommy because she doesn't have to change as many diapers.  I think I will be good server when I'm grown up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to go now.  Mommy thinks I'm asleep in bed, and I think she's coming in to finish preparing her church things and write her book on the computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Signing off,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the ORIGINAL J.G. Stewart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7369519944060278526-4178886568586033382?l=nouspourvous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouspourvous.blogspot.com/feeds/4178886568586033382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7369519944060278526&amp;postID=4178886568586033382' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7369519944060278526/posts/default/4178886568586033382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7369519944060278526/posts/default/4178886568586033382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouspourvous.blogspot.com/2010/04/service-and-beehives-and-emus-oh-my.html' title='Service and beehives and emus, oh my!'/><author><name>David, Sam, Jane, and/or Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758623533701971051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369519944060278526.post-7093631203634296127</id><published>2010-04-09T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T12:46:49.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A mommy post.</title><content type='html'>Usually, we let the kids run the blog, but today I had some thoughts I want to share...because they're meaningful to me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I have read the opening chapters of the Book of Mormon a million times in my life.  I have NOT read the whole Book of Mormon a million times.  I probably haven't read it five times.  Most of those times were aloud with Dave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately, I've been taking a free online course with BYU on the Book of Mormon.  It's been wonderful.  I do the "computer" part of it before novel writing during naptime every day, and the reading part of it whenever I can catch a minute (usually while nursing-is that TMI?) and I realized in the course of doing this today something I never noticed before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the Lord asks Nephi to kill Laban, Nephi doesn't want to--this is an understandable sentiment.  Then there is that desperately true statement: "It is better that one man should perish than an entire nation dwindle and perish in unbelief." (1 Nephi, 4:13).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nephi then realizes 3 things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. The Lord promised to prosper his posterity insomuch as they kept the commandments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. They can't keep the commandments if they don't &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; the commandments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. The commandments are on the plates that Laban is refusing to give him. (3 Nephi:14-17)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The "nation" could very well be referring to Nephi's posterity.  Now.  Anecdote time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lost an uncle when I was 17.  He didn't die--he left.  We lost him to pornography and adultery.  Although the pain I felt pales in comparison to whatever his wife and kids went through at the time, the loss was still very, very difficult, as he was someone I had really loved and admired growing up.  In many ways, it would have been easier if he had died instead of abandoned the family.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think Nephi had any children at this time (he wasn't married)--but he knew and loved his future posterity.  Heavenly Father had made covenants with him concerning his posterity.  Nephi cared about his children-to-be.  He cared about their spiritual well-being.  The spiritual well-being of the whole nation of posterity that would come from him was HIS responsibility in that moment.  And yes, that is worth the life of any one man.  That was more than worth the mortal life of Laban, in my opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would kill for my children.  I certainly hope I never have to, but if it comes down to it, I would.  And their spiritual lives mean so much more than their mortal lives.  No, that doesn't mean I'm going to kill the stupid kid who tries to get my son to look at a dirty magazine.  But it does mean that in reading this passage of scripture, I have felt something of the gravity of making sure that my children understand those sacred commandments, and have the records for which men have died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each of us is responsible for the nation of posterity that may come from us.  What we do matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like Nephi, what we do before we're even married matters.  It will have bearing on our children, for good or evil.  I'm not just talking about chastity.  I'm talking about what we know or don't know, what power and strength our testimonies give us, or fail to give us.  We can't give what we don't have.  I sure hope I haven't shorted my children too terribly in this respect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I'm having an overwhelmed mommy moment.  I hope I remember to teach them everything that matters.  I love them so very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a lighter note, I'm learning to teach Joy School.  But I'll let Jane tell you about that one of these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7369519944060278526-7093631203634296127?l=nouspourvous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouspourvous.blogspot.com/feeds/7093631203634296127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7369519944060278526&amp;postID=7093631203634296127' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7369519944060278526/posts/default/7093631203634296127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7369519944060278526/posts/default/7093631203634296127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouspourvous.blogspot.com/2010/04/mommy-post.html' title='A mommy post.'/><author><name>David, Sam, Jane, and/or Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758623533701971051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369519944060278526.post-6015424319179401417</id><published>2010-04-07T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T11:24:36.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/S48TofZFUcI/AAAAAAAAAzY/y4ER0RrG5OU/s912/IMG_2285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 912px; height: 684px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/S48TofZFUcI/AAAAAAAAAzY/y4ER0RrG5OU/s912/IMG_2285.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a new J.G. Stewart on the block now.  The sister's gonna have to find a new nom de plume, 'cause otherwise there will be confusion.  And I will not be mistaken for a girl.  Nope.  I'm definitely a dude.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The name's Jack.  Jack Gabriel.  I was born last Christmas, but Mommy wouldn't let me near the computer until I had gotten over my colic/spontaneous puking.  I guess she had good reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, apart from my birth, mommy's primary business, Jane's potty training, Daddy's graduate school, the new family frog pond, the new family car, mommy's novel-in-progress, and Daddy's church meetings, we're pretty chill these days.  Oh yeah, and Mommy says I'm gonna meet some more family in a couple of weeks.  We're flying out to Utah and Oregon.  Jane says grandmas and grandpas are great because the buy you chicken sandwiches.  I don't have the teeth for a chicken sandwich, but I'm sure they'll be cool.  They gotta be.  They're related to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will keep you more updated now that I can finally blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(The new) J.G. Stewart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7369519944060278526-6015424319179401417?l=nouspourvous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouspourvous.blogspot.com/feeds/6015424319179401417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7369519944060278526&amp;postID=6015424319179401417' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7369519944060278526/posts/default/6015424319179401417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7369519944060278526/posts/default/6015424319179401417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouspourvous.blogspot.com/2010/04/yo.html' title='Yo.'/><author><name>David, Sam, Jane, and/or Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758623533701971051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/S48TofZFUcI/AAAAAAAAAzY/y4ER0RrG5OU/s72-c/IMG_2285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369519944060278526.post-707479054435157903</id><published>2009-07-29T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T18:04:21.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SnC_X2b89PI/AAAAAAAAAsk/KYAiBLnohj4/s1600-h/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SnC_X2b89PI/AAAAAAAAAsk/KYAiBLnohj4/s320/IMG.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363997572668912882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To All:&lt;div&gt;I would like to announce what, come December, will be my newest, and cutest, aquisition: a Baby Brother! Mommy and daddy are thrilled (to say the least), and very, very grateful and happy. They think that will probably call him Jack. I may take a page from Yurtle the Turtle and call him plain ol' Mack -- hopefully the first of several more to move me up in the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The stork service is very good but also very slow: nine months until delivery! If the stork packeges weren't sooo much better, Amazon would have run them out of business long ago. Still, there are only four and half months left, so I'll keep you posted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Signing out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J.G. Stewart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7369519944060278526-707479054435157903?l=nouspourvous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouspourvous.blogspot.com/feeds/707479054435157903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7369519944060278526&amp;postID=707479054435157903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7369519944060278526/posts/default/707479054435157903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7369519944060278526/posts/default/707479054435157903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouspourvous.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-all-i-would-like-to-announce-what.html' title=''/><author><name>David, Sam, Jane, and/or Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758623533701971051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SnC_X2b89PI/AAAAAAAAAsk/KYAiBLnohj4/s72-c/IMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369519944060278526.post-4545337060145545474</id><published>2009-06-14T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T14:43:05.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SjVlnAiyQ-I/AAAAAAAAAnE/TlRrs4tbQ7M/s1600-h/img_1559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SjVlnAiyQ-I/AAAAAAAAAnE/TlRrs4tbQ7M/s320/img_1559.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347291853407536098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest readers and family,&lt;br /&gt;When you are almost two, life is busy. In fact, Mommy assures me that it is the same for at least the next two decades of life. Don't worry, I'll write before the next 20 years are up (if it was up to Daddy, you might not be so lucky...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SjVlnP-8BvI/AAAAAAAAAm8/1dXXlFTYKbg/s1600-h/img_1564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SjVlnP-8BvI/AAAAAAAAAm8/1dXXlFTYKbg/s320/img_1564.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347291857552148210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SjVlm3yO_9I/AAAAAAAAAm0/eziSZL1JNFY/s1600-h/img_1580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SjVlm3yO_9I/AAAAAAAAAm0/eziSZL1JNFY/s320/img_1580.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347291851056414674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things that I have discovered:&lt;br /&gt;Playgrounds and slides are great! I like to go down slides all on my own now. It's also fun to play on the teeter-totter with Sadie. Funny thing about Sadie -- when I turned one month, she was just barely one month; when I turned a year, she had just barely turned a year... Mommy says that it'll always be like that; that no matter how old I get, except for four days a year, she'll always be the same age as me! This is all very convenient, seeing as she's my best friend and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, Daddy just took his first test for graduate school and Mommy is always writing when I am "asleep" (if I am quiet in my room, Mommy will believe just about anything).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will probably get to visit Grandma and Grandpa Stewart at Myrtle Beach in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that life is as good and full for all of you as it is for me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out,&lt;br /&gt;J.G. Stewart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SjVlmk8-YTI/AAAAAAAAAms/3lYPpAWzA_4/s1600-h/edited+for+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SjVlmk8-YTI/AAAAAAAAAms/3lYPpAWzA_4/s320/edited+for+blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347291846001189170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7369519944060278526-4545337060145545474?l=nouspourvous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouspourvous.blogspot.com/feeds/4545337060145545474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7369519944060278526&amp;postID=4545337060145545474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7369519944060278526/posts/default/4545337060145545474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7369519944060278526/posts/default/4545337060145545474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouspourvous.blogspot.com/2009/06/dearest-readers-and-family-when-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>David, Sam, Jane, and/or Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758623533701971051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SjVlnAiyQ-I/AAAAAAAAAnE/TlRrs4tbQ7M/s72-c/img_1559.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369519944060278526.post-4175551464249522444</id><published>2009-03-21T18:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T19:32:27.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/ScWWqr8ipwI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Ul-aJ8c5ero/s1600-h/IMG_1326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/ScWWqr8ipwI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Ul-aJ8c5ero/s320/IMG_1326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315820595276064514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this March, Mommy and Daddy have gone crazy on the house!  They took that lovely green room with all the stickers on the walls and painted it yellow.  Some people and their taste.  Not everyone can have my sense of style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of me in my stylin' glasses back when the room was a delightful jungle green.  My friend George felt right at home there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's my photoshoot, which Mommy inexpertly tried to photoshop.  She should take a leaf out of Jesse and Maria's book.  THe&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/ScWhbQdsTzI/AAAAAAAAAl4/pnUlqbV4NPM/s1600-h/IMG_1309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/ScWhbQdsTzI/AAAAAAAAAl4/pnUlqbV4NPM/s320/IMG_1309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315832424828784434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;y seem to be pr&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/ScWhz_m4MjI/AAAAAAAAAmA/bEEuxpL0pYE/s1600-h/IMG_1305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/ScWhz_m4MjI/AAAAAAAAAmA/bEEuxpL0pYE/s320/IMG_1305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315832849800639026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;etty good at it.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a very friendly mafia don....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/ScWg7qGUMaI/AAAAAAAAAlw/PkpvD-J-V7o/s1600-h/IMG_1302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/ScWg7qGUMaI/AAAAAAAAAlw/PkpvD-J-V7o/s320/IMG_1302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315831881954242978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a very happy flirt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as the others go...what can I say?  The camera loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/ScWiBmLA_8I/AAAAAAAAAmI/mc5d5L_qHjY/s1600-h/IMG_1310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/ScWiBmLA_8I/AAAAAAAAAmI/mc5d5L_qHjY/s320/IMG_1310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315833083491057602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/ScWidIGL9cI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/jDr9Tp0iSpI/s1600-h/IMG_1311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/ScWidIGL9cI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/jDr9Tp0iSpI/s320/IMG_1311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315833556454077890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, Okay, so enough poorly photoshopped pictures of me.  I mean, what is this blog, all about Jane?  Well, yeah,but you should know that Mommy and Daddy are busy too.  Apart from the painting of the Jungle room, Mommy has been putting in the garden and daddy...well, Daddy is excercising a lot.  He thinks it will make him tougher.  Silly Daddy.  He doesn't realize that he doesn't need to be tougher, as he is already the strongest, toughest guy in the world.  You should see him tear through the prosciutto!  He's also good and reading me stories before I go to bed at night.  Well, that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.G. Stewart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7369519944060278526-4175551464249522444?l=nouspourvous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouspourvous.blogspot.com/feeds/4175551464249522444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7369519944060278526&amp;postID=4175551464249522444' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7369519944060278526/posts/default/4175551464249522444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7369519944060278526/posts/default/4175551464249522444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouspourvous.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-madness.html' title='March Madness'/><author><name>David, Sam, Jane, and/or Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758623533701971051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/ScWWqr8ipwI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Ul-aJ8c5ero/s72-c/IMG_1326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369519944060278526.post-4129053767024463105</id><published>2009-02-04T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T18:58:39.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More from the life of Jane</title><content type='html'>It's me again. Big announcement: Daddy has finally applied to Grad School! At least, I can tell that he is excited about it. All I know is that his reading abilities are OK. I know, because Grandpa and Grandma Stewart gave me a set of children's encyclopaedias. They sit on a shelf in my room and every night before I go to bed, Mommy or Daddy will read to me from them. After that, its prayer, song time, and I go to sleep. You know, early to bed, early to sneak off to the computer in the middle of the night, and then late to rise. It's a good life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my life, here are a few candid photos of my daily, or almost daily, activities. First of all: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SYpLeNL-jzI/AAAAAAAAAkY/_pwFes1Umb8/s1600-h/img_1391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SYpLeNL-jzI/AAAAAAAAAkY/_pwFes1Umb8/s320/img_1391.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299130893862866738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oatmeal! What can I say? I'm a good Stewart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SYpLePtv-PI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/2QQkr_5Skyw/s1600-h/img_1390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SYpLePtv-PI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/2QQkr_5Skyw/s320/img_1390.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299130894541388018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SYpT31KhMOI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Uj9kr4suv7I/s1600-h/IMG_1347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SYpT31KhMOI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Uj9kr4suv7I/s320/IMG_1347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299140130183917794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, any day with my best friend Sadie is a good day. Packing peanuts are never a bad thing either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SYpM_CB6C7I/AAAAAAAAAkg/8zYDNa6nr9s/s1600-h/img_1368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SYpM_CB6C7I/AAAAAAAAAkg/8zYDNa6nr9s/s320/img_1368.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299132557315148722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa and Grandma Stewart also gave me some really cool cooking things for Christmas. These are best spread out across the floor of the living room. However, if I want to work on something in particular, I can take to my very own work table. Fried corn is yummy!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SYpPwQvV5GI/AAAAAAAAAkw/-5mnSg7NA_I/s1600-h/img_1361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SYpPwQvV5GI/AAAAAAAAAkw/-5mnSg7NA_I/s320/img_1361.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299135602100659298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, cleanliness is next to godliness. Besides, Mommy and Daddy think that its cute when I scrub my table down. Rule number one of Jane's business success secrets: Cuteness = leverage. Archimedes said "Give me a leaver long enough and a fulcrum on which to place it, and I shall more the world." Jane says that Mommy's heart is a wonderful fulcrum, and with just enought "leverage" anything is possible. Just think, lots of raisins today, a kittycat at Christmas, and on my sixteenth birthday, a pink ferrari!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SYpPwR4GOyI/AAAAAAAAAko/dZgZurOvtiw/s1600-h/img_1364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SYpPwR4GOyI/AAAAAAAAAko/dZgZurOvtiw/s320/img_1364.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299135602405817122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, for those fuzzy friends who leverage their cuteness with me... well, they are so cuddly! I guess what goes around comes around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SYpSS9vVMJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/NVmXYd7tng8/s1600-h/img_1383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SYpSS9vVMJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/NVmXYd7tng8/s320/img_1383.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299138397319016594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SYpSSpNunVI/AAAAAAAAAlA/sdpgtLfGHhU/s1600-h/img_1386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SYpSSpNunVI/AAAAAAAAAlA/sdpgtLfGHhU/s320/img_1386.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299138391809367378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SYpSSuS6KBI/AAAAAAAAAk4/wylxVuDUK3E/s1600-h/img_1389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SYpSSuS6KBI/AAAAAAAAAk4/wylxVuDUK3E/s320/img_1389.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299138393173272594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of Mommy's favorite piece of furniture. Even my cuteness hasn't gotten eating privileges on it yet... Notice the coat. Daddy claims he is trying to find a wood stove insert to make the fireplace more fuel efficient. I think he turns down the central heating just for fun to see if he can bring out the eskimo in mommy and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SYpT3obtt0I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/jOMaDVmXUk4/s1600-h/img_1374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SYpT3obtt0I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/jOMaDVmXUk4/s320/img_1374.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299140126766380866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SYpT3-wNJeI/AAAAAAAAAlg/cqv55ekLHHU/s1600-h/IMG_1297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SYpT3-wNJeI/AAAAAAAAAlg/cqv55ekLHHU/s320/IMG_1297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299140132757906914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.G.Stewart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7369519944060278526-4129053767024463105?l=nouspourvous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouspourvous.blogspot.com/feeds/4129053767024463105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7369519944060278526&amp;postID=4129053767024463105' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7369519944060278526/posts/default/4129053767024463105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7369519944060278526/posts/default/4129053767024463105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouspourvous.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-from-life-of-jane.html' title='More from the life of Jane'/><author><name>David, Sam, Jane, and/or Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758623533701971051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SYpLeNL-jzI/AAAAAAAAAkY/_pwFes1Umb8/s72-c/img_1391.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369519944060278526.post-1841803681412882822</id><published>2009-02-01T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T17:35:35.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Number 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SYZbr34GNcI/AAAAAAAAAi8/hsPYYU-KDU0/s1600-h/IMG_1335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SYZbr34GNcI/AAAAAAAAAi8/hsPYYU-KDU0/s320/IMG_1335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298022820939707842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may have guessed from the paucity of postings, my Daddy leaves something in the way of effort to be desired as my official online press agent. Therefore, I have decided to take things into my own hands. Like all little aspiring computer gurus, I do my best to get good practice in at the keyboard whenever I can. For some reason, Daddy (and Mommy), are less than thrilled when they catch me at it. -- Therefore, notice my pajamas, I must do these posts at the dead of night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal updates:&lt;br /&gt;I have finally caught George, the most well traveled monkey in the monkey council. We are developing great plans as partners in crime. He's already put me in contact with several New York "plumbers" who I trust will be useful in my future schemes&lt;img src="file:///tmp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;. Did you know that Luigi is locally known as "The Man in the Yellow Hat"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..uh oh... technical problems, and Daddy is coming... I will keep you posted. Happy new year from the J.G. Stewart &amp;amp; Associates&lt;br /&gt;*Ahem, from David and Samantha and Jane*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*(Text, as added by said Daddy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SYpB95-hMwI/AAAAAAAAAjE/GNMrInY0_Ro/s1600-h/IMG_1340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SYpB95-hMwI/AAAAAAAAAjE/GNMrInY0_Ro/s320/IMG_1340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299120443345679106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///tmp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7369519944060278526-1841803681412882822?l=nouspourvous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouspourvous.blogspot.com/feeds/1841803681412882822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7369519944060278526&amp;postID=1841803681412882822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7369519944060278526/posts/default/1841803681412882822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7369519944060278526/posts/default/1841803681412882822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouspourvous.blogspot.com/2009/02/update-number-2.html' title='Update Number 2'/><author><name>David, Sam, Jane, and/or Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758623533701971051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SYZbr34GNcI/AAAAAAAAAi8/hsPYYU-KDU0/s72-c/IMG_1335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369519944060278526.post-35447663769479208</id><published>2008-06-11T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:27:45.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just thought that I'd give a brief posting on our gardens. Gardens, by the way, are great! They are full of dirt! Which, while not actually tasting great, is fun to play with and perfectly eatable (though, according to Mommy and Daddy, not edible -- I think differently).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad just got a bunch of concrete blocks/bricks with which to create garden boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SFBX_e-DotI/AAAAAAAAAVs/XdOE036qvYc/s1600-h/IMG_0934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SFBX_e-DotI/AAAAAAAAAVs/XdOE036qvYc/s320/IMG_0934.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210761517024387794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SFBYJK2MsDI/AAAAAAAAAV0/PEtMxGIF8bc/s1600-h/IMG_0935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SFBYJK2MsDI/AAAAAAAAAV0/PEtMxGIF8bc/s320/IMG_0935.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210761683421409330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also, we have daisies growing by the mailbox, lots of tomatoes (for which Mom and Dad are especially excited -- Daddy also says that they are a good lure for getting grandparents to visit8), a few raspberries everyday, some strawberry plants, and giant pumpkin plants, which are just starting to flower (if they really are giant, I won't even need a fairy godmother to make a pumpkin coach big enough for me to sit in, but just Daddy with a knife!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SFBZSYJpzqI/AAAAAAAAAV8/93mAmQxk74o/s1600-h/IMG_0932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SFBZSYJpzqI/AAAAAAAAAV8/93mAmQxk74o/s320/IMG_0932.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210762941123120802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SFBZShk-lNI/AAAAAAAAAWE/S_hjgo890IE/s1600-h/IMG_0931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SFBZShk-lNI/AAAAAAAAAWE/S_hjgo890IE/s320/IMG_0931.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210762943653647570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SFBaIrA_MXI/AAAAAAAAAW0/UzMuhRZtNHc/s1600-h/IMG_0930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SFBaIrA_MXI/AAAAAAAAAW0/UzMuhRZtNHc/s320/IMG_0930.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210763873899983218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SFBaIYWdTLI/AAAAAAAAAWs/UEtVa7kQ46E/s1600-h/IMG_0928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SFBaIYWdTLI/AAAAAAAAAWs/UEtVa7kQ46E/s320/IMG_0928.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210763868889762994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and while Mommy is not letting them bloom, because their roots and leaves need to grow, we have roses, and got quite a number a little while back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SFBaIIHEsmI/AAAAAAAAAWk/ROpRc3_R63Q/s1600-h/IMG_0897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SFBaIIHEsmI/AAAAAAAAAWk/ROpRc3_R63Q/s320/IMG_0897.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210763864530268770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are currently some daisies coming up by the mailbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SFBaI-1NeWI/AAAAAAAAAW8/WPy3oz8HbEE/s1600-h/IMG_0938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SFBaI-1NeWI/AAAAAAAAAW8/WPy3oz8HbEE/s320/IMG_0938.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210763879219296610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and finally, we have the most beautiful tree: it is a fern tree! It has ferns instead of leaks, and has puffy pink blossoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SFBZTTf13GI/AAAAAAAAAWU/DfPOXdBGSbI/s1600-h/IMG_0939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SFBZTTf13GI/AAAAAAAAAWU/DfPOXdBGSbI/s320/IMG_0939.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210762957053877346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SFBZTtIiUrI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Hr1g0uGH8Tk/s1600-h/IMG_0941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SFBZTtIiUrI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Hr1g0uGH8Tk/s320/IMG_0941.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210762963935449778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for this special gardening report. Signing out,&lt;br /&gt;J.G. Stewart from the Palmetto State&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SFBa8aDnPgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/GIuQPdRx2yk/s1600-h/IMG_0917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SFBa8aDnPgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/GIuQPdRx2yk/s320/IMG_0917.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210764762700791298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7369519944060278526-35447663769479208?l=nouspourvous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouspourvous.blogspot.com/feeds/35447663769479208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7369519944060278526&amp;postID=35447663769479208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7369519944060278526/posts/default/35447663769479208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7369519944060278526/posts/default/35447663769479208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouspourvous.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-thought-that-id-give-brief-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>David, Sam, Jane, and/or Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758623533701971051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SFBX_e-DotI/AAAAAAAAAVs/XdOE036qvYc/s72-c/IMG_0934.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369519944060278526.post-1063355813519956061</id><published>2008-05-22T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:27:53.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDUtCeCocOI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/epMH2ItnOew/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDUtCeCocOI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/epMH2ItnOew/s320/034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203114464943567074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, things are clipping along here in South Carolina. I am now crawling and farther developing my mobile skills. I only wish that my editor in chief was developing as rapidly in his blog posting skills. There is so much to tell! However, today's issue, from here in the Palmetto State, will concentrate on an event hosted by SCAD (Savannah College of Art and Design). Every year that college has a sidewalk chalk contest, and Saddie's family invited our family to go. How the contest works is that in a public park in Savannah the contestants come with a standard set of sidewalk chalks (at least we assume they were standard, everyone seemed to by using the same set), and then every contestant takes a section of sidewalk in the larger sections of SCAD alumni, current students, and future students. It was really cool. There were all sorts of pictures -- a lot of mermaids, a scene from the Sistine Chapel (as seen above), anime, ninja turtles, and other art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDUtsOCocQI/AAAAAAAAARI/y0cRSxKzydM/s1600-h/088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDUtsOCocQI/AAAAAAAAARI/y0cRSxKzydM/s320/088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203115182203105538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDUtruCocPI/AAAAAAAAARA/vrk9LvxZq-c/s1600-h/089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDUtruCocPI/AAAAAAAAARA/vrk9LvxZq-c/s320/089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203115173613170930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot of technics used -- a common one was to crush up the chalk and then mix in in cups with water to make a sort of paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDUv4uCocUI/AAAAAAAAARo/JARjP9HPzT8/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDUv4uCocUI/AAAAAAAAARo/JARjP9HPzT8/s320/041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203117595974725954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDUvuOCocTI/AAAAAAAAARg/xJb4h8HmI0I/s1600-h/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDUvuOCocTI/AAAAAAAAARg/xJb4h8HmI0I/s320/064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203117415586099506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDUvGOCocSI/AAAAAAAAARY/PaBRn0F5JMQ/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, just like in Mary Poppin's, it rained! Silly clouds! Anyway, some of the artists were dedicated in trying to perserve their work, maybe because the competition hadn't been judged yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDUwvuCocVI/AAAAAAAAARw/QLIALq87AfI/s1600-h/123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDUwvuCocVI/AAAAAAAAARw/QLIALq87AfI/s320/123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203118540867531090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDUxJeCocWI/AAAAAAAAAR4/td7HDgzG9ac/s1600-h/125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDUxJeCocWI/AAAAAAAAAR4/td7HDgzG9ac/s320/125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203118983249162594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next guy in green looks like he knows that he is about to melt away, and really doesn't look forward to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDUxbOCocXI/AAAAAAAAASA/qAjj7OHE2W4/s1600-h/128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDUxbOCocXI/AAAAAAAAASA/qAjj7OHE2W4/s320/128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203119288191840626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savannah was beautiful. There is a look to see, and a lot of leafs to chew on too (though generally speaking mommy wouldn't let me...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDU5QOCoctI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Eh2RAn9FZy4/s1600-h/219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDU5QOCoctI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Eh2RAn9FZy4/s320/219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203127895306302162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw the church were the composer of Jingle Bells worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDUx8eCocZI/AAAAAAAAASQ/UyCca3ytFPI/s1600-h/181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDUx8eCocZI/AAAAAAAAASQ/UyCca3ytFPI/s320/181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203119859422491026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDUx7-CocYI/AAAAAAAAASI/OAlrwoiWZcE/s1600-h/180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDUx7-CocYI/AAAAAAAAASI/OAlrwoiWZcE/s320/180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203119850832556418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Oglethorpe mentioned in the above sign is James Edward Oglethorp, the founder of Georgia. He looks a little but like a pirate from Prates of the Caribbean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDUy2OCocaI/AAAAAAAAASY/EZvAM7OCzKo/s1600-h/247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDUy2OCocaI/AAAAAAAAASY/EZvAM7OCzKo/s320/247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203120851559936418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDUy2eCocbI/AAAAAAAAASg/qhWT6bVBRPM/s1600-h/248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDUy2eCocbI/AAAAAAAAASg/qhWT6bVBRPM/s320/248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203120855854903730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of pirates.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDUz-OCoceI/AAAAAAAAAS4/wziwOlcxLtE/s1600-h/253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 189px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDUz-OCoceI/AAAAAAAAAS4/wziwOlcxLtE/s320/253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203122088510517730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of churches... we saw of gorgeous Catholic Church. And guess what! They had a wedding in it! Somebody out there may be planning to populate the world with more little people like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDUy2uCoccI/AAAAAAAAASo/VB8JVwgH6QI/s1600-h/206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDUy2uCoccI/AAAAAAAAASo/VB8JVwgH6QI/s320/206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203120860149871042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDUy3OCocdI/AAAAAAAAASw/c7UK7vyfqBw/s1600-h/204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDUy3OCocdI/AAAAAAAAASw/c7UK7vyfqBw/s320/204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203120868739805650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy went to catholic school and knows all about the stations on the cross. These were carbed out of wood in this church. They also had some beautiful stain glass windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDU1qeCockI/AAAAAAAAATo/Zndm-rpTgu0/s1600-h/200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDU1qeCockI/AAAAAAAAATo/Zndm-rpTgu0/s320/200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203123948231356994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDU1qeCockI/AAAAAAAAATo/Zndm-rpTgu0/s1600-h/200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDU1qeCockI/AAAAAAAAATo/Zndm-rpTgu0/s320/200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203123948231356994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDU1pOCociI/AAAAAAAAATY/4Ad-cIKzl7o/s1600-h/197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDU1pOCociI/AAAAAAAAATY/4Ad-cIKzl7o/s320/197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203123926756520482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDU1rOCoclI/AAAAAAAAATw/56s2NtOCTac/s1600-h/201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDU1rOCoclI/AAAAAAAAATw/56s2NtOCTac/s320/201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203123961116258898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also saw some iron flower gates! They are a little bit like mommy at bath time: beautiful, no matter the time, season, or weather, but inflexible. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You &lt;/span&gt;try telling her you don't need a bath!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDUz_OCochI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0UgqblT15oA/s1600-h/172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDUz_OCochI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0UgqblT15oA/s320/172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203122105690386962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDU1ruCocmI/AAAAAAAAAT4/5-SOm2BkmXE/s1600-h/162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDU1ruCocmI/AAAAAAAAAT4/5-SOm2BkmXE/s320/162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203123969706193506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was, or course, a lot of revolutionary and civil war monuments. I'll have to write again about them. Before I leave, here are a few more chalk pictures. Between you and me, I don't think the artist who drew the last picture has ever actually seen the Mona Lisa.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDU60eCocxI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/FDnDf6RDcKY/s1600-h/113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDU60eCocxI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/FDnDf6RDcKY/s320/113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203129617588187922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDU33-CocrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/tDsUSh_bnow/s1600-h/121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDU33-CocrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/tDsUSh_bnow/s320/121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203126379182846642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDU32eCocoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/xxvsRlSY9z8/s1600-h/252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDU32eCocoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/xxvsRlSY9z8/s320/252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203126353413042818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDU31-CocnI/AAAAAAAAAUA/RCqTFNCCG_I/s1600-h/119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDU31-CocnI/AAAAAAAAAUA/RCqTFNCCG_I/s320/119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203126344823108210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDU33OCocpI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/wLwOd_efFFo/s1600-h/102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDU33OCocpI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/wLwOd_efFFo/s320/102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203126366297944722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDU57OCocvI/AAAAAAAAAVA/26gszSVf4h8/s1600-h/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDU57OCocvI/AAAAAAAAAVA/26gszSVf4h8/s320/054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203128634040677106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDU56uCocuI/AAAAAAAAAU4/hGopOfPNq80/s1600-h/093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDU56uCocuI/AAAAAAAAAU4/hGopOfPNq80/s320/093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203128625450742498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDU57-CocwI/AAAAAAAAAVI/bm1iwOjArtE/s1600-h/117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDU57-CocwI/AAAAAAAAAVI/bm1iwOjArtE/s320/117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203128646925579010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporting from Goose Creek, S.C., &lt;br /&gt;                                                                        J. G. Stewart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDU7SeCoczI/AAAAAAAAAVg/62vecFOGWMs/s1600-h/257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDU7SeCoczI/AAAAAAAAAVg/62vecFOGWMs/s320/257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203130132984263474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDUz-eCocfI/AAAAAAAAATA/2kLBGaCKmuc/s1600-h/109.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7369519944060278526-1063355813519956061?l=nouspourvous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouspourvous.blogspot.com/feeds/1063355813519956061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7369519944060278526&amp;postID=1063355813519956061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7369519944060278526/posts/default/1063355813519956061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7369519944060278526/posts/default/1063355813519956061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouspourvous.blogspot.com/2008/05/well-things-are-clipping-along-here-in.html' title=''/><author><name>David, Sam, Jane, and/or Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758623533701971051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SDUtCeCocOI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/epMH2ItnOew/s72-c/034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369519944060278526.post-4843212781382400229</id><published>2008-05-18T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T13:16:22.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/ds.johnny/UntitledAlbum/photo#5194434182833855826"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/ds.johnny/UntitledAlbum/photo#5194434182833855826" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/ds.johnny/UntitledAlbum/photo#5194434182833855826"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/ds.johnny/UntitledAlbum/photo#5194434182833855826" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/ds.johnny/UntitledAlbum/photo#5194104999360420338"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/ds.johnny/UntitledAlbum/photo#5194104999360420338" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's all there is for this test&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7369519944060278526-4843212781382400229?l=nouspourvous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouspourvous.blogspot.com/feeds/4843212781382400229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7369519944060278526&amp;postID=4843212781382400229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7369519944060278526/posts/default/4843212781382400229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7369519944060278526/posts/default/4843212781382400229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouspourvous.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-thats-all-there-is-for-this-test.html' title=''/><author><name>David, Sam, Jane, and/or Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758623533701971051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369519944060278526.post-6849136445519916114</id><published>2008-04-14T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:27:57.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SAP_fJrfHII/AAAAAAAAAA0/eoVAl0FFgFA/s1600-h/Cyrpus+Gardens+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189272106300284034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SAP_fJrfHII/AAAAAAAAAA0/eoVAl0FFgFA/s320/Cyrpus+Gardens+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SAQGxZrfHVI/AAAAAAAAACc/eGCwdsb7vm0/s1600-h/Cyrpus+Gardens+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189280116414291282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SAQGxZrfHVI/AAAAAAAAACc/eGCwdsb7vm0/s320/Cyrpus+Gardens+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hi again,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm reporting from Cypress Gardens -- we went there last Saturday. As you'll see, Dad didn't let me row, but that wasn't for lack of my trying... He wouldn't even let me feed the alligators (something about me being to small a snack, I think he was kidding).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, these "gardens" used to be a rice plantation, and now it is a large swamp, that isn't normally deeper than 6'. Cypress trees grow up through the water (see the next picture). Their roots give off some sort of inky dark substance, so that the water is almost black and you can hardly ever see the bottom!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SAQAc5rfHJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/tJE17v4Ryec/s1600-h/Cyrpus+Gardens+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189273167157206162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SAQAc5rfHJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/tJE17v4Ryec/s320/Cyrpus+Gardens+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SAQA5JrfHKI/AAAAAAAAABE/gUOVIVdT7dI/s1600-h/Cyrpus+Gardens+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189273652488510626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SAQA5JrfHKI/AAAAAAAAABE/gUOVIVdT7dI/s320/Cyrpus+Gardens+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The little cute one in the other boat is my friend Sadie Nan, with her parents Richard and Tammy (and Tammy's cousin). Richard works with my Dad at the Navy Nuclear Power School. Saddie Nan is four days older than me, but she doesn't hold it over my head too much. However, I hear that she makes less noise in church, and Dad holds &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; over my head all the time... In my own defense, he normally takes me out for making joyful noises. What's wrong with that? It's the south after all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We saw a mama duck with a bunch of little ducklings following her, as wells as a bunch of turtles, and some hawks and alligators.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SAQCXZrfHMI/AAAAAAAAABU/GXdIMLXJZA0/s1600-h/Cyrpus+Gardens+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189275271691181250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SAQCXZrfHMI/AAAAAAAAABU/GXdIMLXJZA0/s320/Cyrpus+Gardens+049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SAQCXprfHNI/AAAAAAAAABc/zinHan3xIqQ/s1600-h/Cyrpus+Gardens+090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189275275986148562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SAQCXprfHNI/AAAAAAAAABc/zinHan3xIqQ/s320/Cyrpus+Gardens+090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SAQCXprfHNI/AAAAAAAAABc/zinHan3xIqQ/s1600-h/Cyrpus+Gardens+090.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SAQCXJrfHLI/AAAAAAAAABM/UzIDrz077wg/s1600-h/Cyrpus+Gardens+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189275267396213938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SAQCXJrfHLI/AAAAAAAAABM/UzIDrz077wg/s320/Cyrpus+Gardens+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;There were big kinds of lilly pads and also some plants like super little pads that grew so thickly together that it looks like the water was completely mossed over! Curious Mommy threw sticks and rocks into it to see if they would actually bounce or make splashes. Also, the Cypress trees grew "knees" -- these little stub like growths. What are they for? I don't know, Richards claims they are an evolutionary defense to trip and impale loggers. I think they're just cute cypress trees in utero. They just take longer to grow than normal cypress trees, and they suddenly become trees instead of knees when no one's looking. The swamp can get so murky people aren't sure that they weren't there in the first place. Tricky little nubs!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189277681167834354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SAQEjprfHPI/AAAAAAAAABs/SceYvcydLOk/s320/Cyrpus+Gardens+092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just two more things:&lt;br /&gt;I:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Inspired by my name, no doubt, everyone decided to try out their Tarzan tree swinging skills, on a big old vine hanging from a tree.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SAQFiZrfHQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uf1dZltHdYo/s1600-h/Cyrpus+Gardens+101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189278759204625666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SAQFiZrfHQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uf1dZltHdYo/s320/Cyrpus+Gardens+101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SAQFiprfHRI/AAAAAAAAAB8/vlsWv0lXekM/s1600-h/Cyrpus+Gardens+104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189278763499592978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="286" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SAQFiprfHRI/AAAAAAAAAB8/vlsWv0lXekM/s320/Cyrpus+Gardens+104.JPG" width="375" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;II&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went into a really cool reptile house. There was a giant galapagos tortoise outside, and a bunch of cool alligators, crocodiles, snakes (little and big), fish, etc..., etc..., etc..., and a frog that kind looks like Dad in the mornings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SAQGwZrfHTI/AAAAAAAAACM/9SfnXEyd-ZQ/s1600-h/Cyrpus+Gardens+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189280099234422066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SAQGwZrfHTI/AAAAAAAAACM/9SfnXEyd-ZQ/s320/Cyrpus+Gardens+060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SAQGv5rfHSI/AAAAAAAAACE/5cSA6PRSDjM/s1600-h/Cyrpus+Gardens+082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189280090644487458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SAQGv5rfHSI/AAAAAAAAACE/5cSA6PRSDjM/s320/Cyrpus+Gardens+082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SAQGwZrfHTI/AAAAAAAAACM/9SfnXEyd-ZQ/s1600-h/Cyrpus+Gardens+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS I tried to talk the crocodile into giving me a trunk, just like the elephant child... but mommy couldn't coax him in to even trying. Maybe it's like Dad says, I'm too little even to snack on -- (if only I could convince mommy of this...) &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SAQGw5rfHUI/AAAAAAAAACU/uZb_Yn7vWw4/s1600-h/Cyrpus+Gardens+087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189280107824356674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SAQGw5rfHUI/AAAAAAAAACU/uZb_Yn7vWw4/s320/Cyrpus+Gardens+087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With love from the Palmetto State,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                             -J.G. Stewart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7369519944060278526-6849136445519916114?l=nouspourvous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouspourvous.blogspot.com/feeds/6849136445519916114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7369519944060278526&amp;postID=6849136445519916114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7369519944060278526/posts/default/6849136445519916114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7369519944060278526/posts/default/6849136445519916114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouspourvous.blogspot.com/2008/04/hi-again-im-reporting-from-cypress.html' title=''/><author><name>David, Sam, Jane, and/or Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758623533701971051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SAP_fJrfHII/AAAAAAAAAA0/eoVAl0FFgFA/s72-c/Cyrpus+Gardens+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369519944060278526.post-1699521421145125551</id><published>2008-04-14T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T18:05:30.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi agian...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7369519944060278526-1699521421145125551?l=nouspourvous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouspourvous.blogspot.com/feeds/1699521421145125551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7369519944060278526&amp;postID=1699521421145125551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7369519944060278526/posts/default/1699521421145125551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7369519944060278526/posts/default/1699521421145125551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouspourvous.blogspot.com/2008/04/hi-agian.html' title=''/><author><name>David, Sam, Jane, and/or Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758623533701971051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369519944060278526.post-4617875279381856483</id><published>2008-04-13T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:27:57.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SAJS2JrfHDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JnyshJNdhP0/s1600-h/Cute+Jane+315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188800810948959282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SAJS2JrfHDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JnyshJNdhP0/s320/Cute+Jane+315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hi. This is me: Jane Genevieve Stewart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In fact, if my parents have anything to do about it, most of the pictures on this blog will probably be of me, until they get around to getting another kid... until then I figure that the yard is mine; with, of course, the exception of the holes that Dad keeps digging in it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;About me: I have two parents: David Jonathan and Samantha Kay Stewart, and six teeth which do not have names... but which are great for biting all sorts of things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7369519944060278526-4617875279381856483?l=nouspourvous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nouspourvous.blogspot.com/feeds/4617875279381856483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7369519944060278526&amp;postID=4617875279381856483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7369519944060278526/posts/default/4617875279381856483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7369519944060278526/posts/default/4617875279381856483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nouspourvous.blogspot.com/2008/04/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>David, Sam, Jane, and/or Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758623533701971051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m6tRmRk3jx8/SAJS2JrfHDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JnyshJNdhP0/s72-c/Cute+Jane+315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369519944060278526.post-7336953445313729575</id><published>2008-04-13T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T11:22:45.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello to everybody!&lt;br /&gt;I have realized that this is a good fourum to post pictures so that everybody can see them. So, I told Maria that we would start a blog. 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