<?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-3692517388112294276</id><updated>2011-08-05T12:15:00.060-07:00</updated><category term='baseball'/><category term='Pioneer Woman'/><category term='australian shepherd'/><category term='Lass'/><category term='animoto'/><category term='photography'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='photoshop'/><category term='cats'/><category term='guest quarters'/><category term='canon sd800'/><category term='garage apartment'/><category term='family'/><category term='Sailing'/><category term='corgi'/><category term='pets'/><category term='border collie'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='musings'/><category term='blue angels'/><category term='cabin'/><category term='rosie'/><category term='Mattie'/><category term='friends'/><category term='humor'/><title type='text'>Picture Perfect Musings</title><subtitle type='html'>The ramblings of a not so gifted writer about her not so gifted photographs and other musings as she sees fit. 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Welcome!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-5285518989353310582</id><published>2010-11-06T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T14:01:50.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foray into Fall Abstracts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/TNXCHi8hcjI/AAAAAAAAB8I/4IsCgfStbfc/s1600/9103_Custom-Single-Mat_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/TNXCHi8hcjI/AAAAAAAAB8I/4IsCgfStbfc/s400/9103_Custom-Single-Mat_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536544751817421362" 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/3692517388112294276-5285518989353310582?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/5285518989353310582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2010/11/foray-into-fall-abstracts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/5285518989353310582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/5285518989353310582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2010/11/foray-into-fall-abstracts.html' title='Foray into Fall Abstracts'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/TNXCHi8hcjI/AAAAAAAAB8I/4IsCgfStbfc/s72-c/9103_Custom-Single-Mat_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-129469381040348390</id><published>2010-10-31T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T16:30:19.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work and Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/TM36oCuVlMI/AAAAAAAAB8A/FF3wWV4BmJ0/s1600/_DSC8648_HDR-copycrop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/TM36oCuVlMI/AAAAAAAAB8A/FF3wWV4BmJ0/s400/_DSC8648_HDR-copycrop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534355082941142210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All work and no play makes me a boring individual.... was lucky enough to get a couple of days of shooting in during the leaf season.. hope to grab another day or two before heading back down to Florida for the season..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is good.  Glad to be working so much and from home to boot.  I have no complaints except I can't get out to shoot when I want!  I have shot a little more this spring/summer/fall than I have previously.  Starting to play a bit with macro and extension tubes.. the world of photography is one I can easily immerse myself in and never come up for air..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-129469381040348390?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/129469381040348390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2010/10/work-and-play.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/129469381040348390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/129469381040348390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2010/10/work-and-play.html' title='Work and Play'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/TM36oCuVlMI/AAAAAAAAB8A/FF3wWV4BmJ0/s72-c/_DSC8648_HDR-copycrop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-3967370074227195495</id><published>2010-04-10T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T07:19:10.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeward Bound</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/S8CI18keU_I/AAAAAAAAB6s/4bDiwBQue-o/s1600/passport.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/S8CI18keU_I/AAAAAAAAB6s/4bDiwBQue-o/s320/passport.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458513208746595314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally get to go home tomorrow. I have been stuck in Hudson waiting on my renewed passport to arrive. Cap'n Steve and the cats went back 2 weeks ago. I remained with the dogs.  I do cherish my time alone.  Don't get me wrong.. Cap'n Steve and I do pretty well together considering we are TOGETHER 24-7 90% of the year.. that other 10% I usually go visit friends/family.  Being married is not an easy thing for me.  It's not hard most of the time.. but I make it a bit harder than it has to be during the trying times. I am afraid of losing myself.. of becoming dependant. I always said the greatest compliment I could pay my husband was that I wanted to be with him, that I didn't need to be with him.. something about need.. that word scares me.. but then I don't think twice about saying I need my girlfriends and value their friendship so very much.. Why can't I say I need my husband.. what am I afraid of? What am I trying to hold on to? I am frightened that I may screw my marriage up because I am going through some crazy mental gymnastics with imagined or real fears. Well these last two weeks have been good - I always like it when I come home (wherever Cap'n Steve is) and can't wait to get there.. that's how it is for this trip.  Now if I can just keep myself together for another 3 months (until the next planned trip apart) and not let my fears rule my head, life will be good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-3967370074227195495?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/3967370074227195495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2010/04/homeward-bound.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/3967370074227195495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/3967370074227195495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2010/04/homeward-bound.html' title='Homeward Bound'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/S8CI18keU_I/AAAAAAAAB6s/4bDiwBQue-o/s72-c/passport.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-395728421994927553</id><published>2010-03-27T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T09:28:24.408-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blue angels'/><title type='text'>The Blue Angels Give Me Goosebumps!</title><content type='html'>I love the BA's.  Something about jets doing incredible maneuvers.. If you have never seen a show in person..it is unlike anything that I can describe.  It is not just about flying.. it is about the human spirit, the military, daring to dream.  At least for me it is.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/S64ufbZmgSI/AAAAAAAAB5M/GVp-RK6P8hg/s1600/DSC5243_res.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/S64ufbZmgSI/AAAAAAAAB5M/GVp-RK6P8hg/s400/DSC5243_res.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453347316258210082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dad got me interested in shows when I was a kid, after all he was a defense contractor! We would go to shows, and we would go to airports to watch the planes take off and land and we went down to the cape for Apollo 11's lift off.  So I was lucky the Jennie's brother has ties with the coalition forces stationed at Centcom on McDill.. so he had (and has had for the past several years) VIP passes for McDill airfest.  VIP passes are the best.  They park you in the front right where the maneuvers are executed.  You basically have front row, center seats.  Also, by having VIP passes, you are allowed to bring in back packs so it was easy to bring in my photography kit. (regular entry disallows backpacks).  So this was my first try at photographing them.  My lense (Nikkor 80-400 vr) is not known as the best lense, but I read up and I believe that this lense is capable of getting some good shots, with some major practice on my part.  I only really use this lens to photograph whitewater boaters. So here are a few from my first try.  I am going to try and get to a practice session or two this summer while visiting with Debra, and look forward to next year and hope that Ben invites me again to McDill Airfest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/S64v4PLth7I/AAAAAAAAB50/LpeBKO-nKEM/s1600/DSC5372_res.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/S64v4PLth7I/AAAAAAAAB50/LpeBKO-nKEM/s400/DSC5372_res.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453348841987082162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/S64v36u4dnI/AAAAAAAAB5s/1yoLNniJRaU/s1600/DSC5351_res.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/S64v36u4dnI/AAAAAAAAB5s/1yoLNniJRaU/s400/DSC5351_res.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453348836497454706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/S64v3ft_mDI/AAAAAAAAB5k/Sbshh9w3KY4/s1600/DSC5340_res.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/S64v3ft_mDI/AAAAAAAAB5k/Sbshh9w3KY4/s400/DSC5340_res.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453348829245970482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/S64v2-WKEII/AAAAAAAAB5c/IRj3-pR-9mo/s1600/DSC5311_res.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/S64v2-WKEII/AAAAAAAAB5c/IRj3-pR-9mo/s400/DSC5311_res.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453348820287623298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/S64v2s0T7bI/AAAAAAAAB5U/ZspPxaXrnUg/s1600/DSC5248_res.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/S64v2s0T7bI/AAAAAAAAB5U/ZspPxaXrnUg/s400/DSC5248_res.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453348815582260658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For those interested in the photography aspects.. it is tough shooting.. You need to expose to the right more than you think.. because you are essentially facing into the sun, your camera will want to meter off the sky, spot metering is not possible because of the speed.. so you must over expose so that the jets don't wind up as a silhouette.. well I still had to beef up in PS.  Also I would be too tight and lose them.. again, it is a matter of practice.  I knew what a lot of their maneuvers would be, but I was too slow, or would lose them.  It is a wonderful exercise and even though I don't have that many keepers... I know with practice it will get better.. I can't wait for the next opportunity!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-395728421994927553?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/395728421994927553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2010/03/blue-angels-give-me-goosebumps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/395728421994927553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/395728421994927553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2010/03/blue-angels-give-me-goosebumps.html' title='The Blue Angels Give Me Goosebumps!'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/S64ufbZmgSI/AAAAAAAAB5M/GVp-RK6P8hg/s72-c/DSC5243_res.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-8983235942935848938</id><published>2010-03-02T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T08:54:53.151-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='australian shepherd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rosie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pioneer Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>A Nice Break from the Routine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/S42WM1sgJHI/AAAAAAAAB38/dDs0zWCaI-I/s1600-h/rosie_pw2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/S42WM1sgJHI/AAAAAAAAB38/dDs0zWCaI-I/s400/rosie_pw2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444172671877129330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had a nice little pat on the back this week.  I am a reader of &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/"&gt;Pioneer Woman&lt;/a&gt;  the last few years (since her first SXSW recognition)and thoroughly enjoy her site. If you aren't familiar with her, google her and you will read quite an incredible success story in the blogging world.  Anyway, she has a pretty good photography section to her blog and periodically runs assignments/contests. PW is infamous in the blogging community for her contests across all of her web site, she is very generous. I have entered a few pictures over the last year in her photography assignments, but this one hit home for me.  The assignment was dog pictures. Well since my animals are my main models, you bet I had a few I could enter for that.  I entered 4 pictures and she chose this one as one of her final 10 (out of approximately 10,000 entries).  I feel a little special right now.. and very much inspired. It's amazing what a little positive recognition does ones soul. And for those who are interested in the technical aspects: shot with a Nikon D300, 70-200 2.8. I shot this the first week I had this camera and the second week I had the lens. I believe I was wide open and probably at 1/1500 at ISO 200-400 (my standard outside although I may have been on auto ISO at the time since the camera was new) I loved my D50 but the focusing system on the D300 is excellent for action of my calibre and for driving the 70-200 and I knew I wanted to be able to capture more pictures like this, hence the move up in equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/S45dcRs3FBI/AAAAAAAAB4E/NbxGZpntM9s/s1600-h/rosie4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/S45dcRs3FBI/AAAAAAAAB4E/NbxGZpntM9s/s320/rosie4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444391739906790418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But there is sort of a downside to this story.. I don't have my raw file of the above shot.  In fact, I had to download the picture off of my smugmug account, as I didn't even have the jpg. &lt;a href="http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2009/12/blowing-away-10-years-of-photos-in-2.html"&gt;In December I made a major boo boo and blew away (like the alliteration?) my external hard drive with all of my photos on it.  &lt;/a&gt;I have a general backup here in Florida, but it didn't contain this shot (I lost most everything I had shot last summer)and I am keeping my fingers crossed that I backed up the photography external to another general external that is at the cabin.  I remember distinctly backing up before we came down, but I am thinking I was backing up from my hard drive rather than my photography external.. so I am bummed.. in a bittersweet kind of way.  I also blew away the photos in the previous post of the dogs in the snow last spring.. and only have the web sized photos of those too.  Not a good year - but I have learned my lesson and now have good a good backup procedure in place so I hopefully won't ever be in that position again.. makes me so mad at myself. But hey! Watchya gonna do?  I know that I would never be able to enter any picture in any professional contest (if I ever choose to) without having the raw file to back me up.. Anyway - it was fun to be a small part of PW's site and see the comments from her readers. It has inspired me to keep on keeping on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-8983235942935848938?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/8983235942935848938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2010/03/nice-break-from-routine.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/8983235942935848938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/8983235942935848938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2010/03/nice-break-from-routine.html' title='A Nice Break from the Routine'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/S42WM1sgJHI/AAAAAAAAB38/dDs0zWCaI-I/s72-c/rosie_pw2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-3871563607510225333</id><published>2010-02-26T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T04:45:21.613-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mattie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='australian shepherd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rosie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>I confess... I am totally having an affair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/S4mayoSuMBI/AAAAAAAAB3c/xx7dnGaFjIo/s1600-h/2009-02-08_075-copy_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/S4mayoSuMBI/AAAAAAAAB3c/xx7dnGaFjIo/s400/2009-02-08_075-copy_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443051819254034450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..with our "new" puppy, Rosie.  Well we have had her a year, and I am amazed how much I am in love with her.  I don't know if you have ever heard the saying "What's time to a dog"  - meaning they greet you with the exact same enthusiasm if you've been gone an hour, a day, a week... you get the picture. Well to paraphrase that saying, I am so in love with that dog, it happened very quickly and it's as if I have loved her for years and years.  But I was that way with Mattie, and with Tucker. Some animals reach into your soul so quickly (if you let them and they want to) in a way, it alters time. You can't imagine your life without them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Lass passed, we weren't sure about another dog. We didn'&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/S4mbfSkPgTI/AAAAAAAAB3k/MKz6AqJGTxE/s1600-h/DSC_0082_crop_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/S4mbfSkPgTI/AAAAAAAAB3k/MKz6AqJGTxE/s320/DSC_0082_crop_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443052586516054322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t know if Mattie would accept another dog.  We considered a (older) rescue, but since we just came off a 10 year situation, we didn't want to subject ourselves or Mattie to that again.  If we were to get another dog, we figured it would be a puppy and it would be the best opportunity for Mattie to be accepting of another dog.I love the aussie temperament and kept my eyes open locally but nothing jumped at us.I also watched aussie rescue (in Florida and Georgia) for 6 months for a puppy. I knew I wanted a dog that I could do agility with but also hopefully do some therapy work with. Aussies aren't like Golden Retriever's, a friendly outgoing dog to strangers.  And we live in the country most of the time which means a fair amount of isolation. We came across a breeder of aussies who did a lot of therapy work with some of her dogs and her dogs seemed ideal. We fell in love over the internet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosie comes w&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/S4mdLFFrYuI/AAAAAAAAB3s/5pqMtqdAXQk/s1600-h/485821290_2009-03-01_002_cropedit_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/S4mdLFFrYuI/AAAAAAAAB3s/5pqMtqdAXQk/s320/485821290_2009-03-01_002_cropedit_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443054438324069090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ith papers.. but what she also comes with is a history..at this moment in time, we wanted a (false?) sense of security in this dog. 10 years of living in a powder keg will do that to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/S4md-s8fVPI/AAAAAAAAB30/KwMaf-P_Pl4/s1600-h/20091216_4979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/S4md-s8fVPI/AAAAAAAAB30/KwMaf-P_Pl4/s320/20091216_4979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443055325196276978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mat loves this pup as if it is her own. I am in love. In my dog hall of fame I count Tucker, Mattie and now Rosebud. We are excited for the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-3871563607510225333?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/3871563607510225333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-confess-i-am-totally-having-affair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/3871563607510225333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/3871563607510225333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-confess-i-am-totally-having-affair.html' title='I confess... I am totally having an affair'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/S4mayoSuMBI/AAAAAAAAB3c/xx7dnGaFjIo/s72-c/2009-02-08_075-copy_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-7520425217959250126</id><published>2009-12-16T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T15:39:49.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blowing away 10 years of photos in 2 seconds or less</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SylVYGuS73I/AAAAAAAAB20/ehqVttz1YDQ/s1600-h/wdpassport.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SylVYGuS73I/AAAAAAAAB20/ehqVttz1YDQ/s320/wdpassport.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415953899499745138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I was trying to format a free drive on an external.. trouble was, I got mixed up in the 8 drive letters and formatted the wrong drive.. Formatted my whole external where I keep and process most of my photos.. AAAARRRRGHH.. I do have a backup with me and one at the cabin.. BUT.. I haven't shot a ton this summer and I hadn't backed up the last several months.  I had one set of pictures that I really felt were worth saving at any cost.  Trouble is when you go to recover, you don't get to pic and choose.. you get what the program gives you.. and I didn't have enough room any where to recover 140Gig - even though what I really needed was just 10 gig off that drive.. SOOOO I had to take it in.. I told the people they were photos, that they should look for specific extensions (Photoshop PSD&amp;XMP, Nikon Raw NEF and JPG)- told them I was able to recover without a problem using &lt;a href="http://www.cgsecurity.org/wiki/PhotoRec"&gt;Photo Rec&lt;/a&gt; - but I just ran out of room.. well 10 days later and 3 programs on their part, I get the drive back.. and they didn't use a photo recovery program.. the SOB's... they used a general program.. in fairness, I was luckily able to retrieve the photos I was most concerned about (after renaming TIF files to NEF, but no PSDs, which I will live with.  But it really disheartens me, because I know they could have been recovered better, but these idiots wouldn't listen to me, even after they told me they were having problems with their recovery programs and I told them what I had been successful with.. it was a freaking free program to boot!  I should have been more assertive.. and I should have let them put the data on another external, instead of letting them copy back to the original drive after recovery and let me keep the formatted drive in tact so that I could try to recover on my own again..(in the time they had the drive I was able to order another external) So I realize I am at fault more than they are.. and I am thankful to have the pictures that I do.. but my lesson has been learned (luckily without being burned too bad except in the money department) I will be much more diligent in my backups.. this is a good opportunity to initiate the Lightroom DAM (digital asset manager) that I have been holding off on for the last 3 years.. so here goes nothing..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/Sylu1BXBxcI/AAAAAAAAB28/aRLJawuVAfs/s1600-h/christmascar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/Sylu1BXBxcI/AAAAAAAAB28/aRLJawuVAfs/s320/christmascar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415981884066874818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chris comes in tomorrow.. Puppies got groomed today and I need to take Christmas photos - I can't believe Christmas is a week away.. It all seems to go by in 2 seconds or less...(picture on the left is taken on N.Boulevard in Tampa - Nikon D300, 70-200f2.8 @70mm f13 with a 13 sec exposure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-7520425217959250126?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/7520425217959250126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2009/12/blowing-away-10-years-of-photos-in-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/7520425217959250126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/7520425217959250126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2009/12/blowing-away-10-years-of-photos-in-2.html' title='Blowing away 10 years of photos in 2 seconds or less'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SylVYGuS73I/AAAAAAAAB20/ehqVttz1YDQ/s72-c/wdpassport.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-4907567518461150645</id><published>2009-12-15T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T15:45:31.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook, Twitter, Texting and Blogs - Oh My!</title><content type='html'>I'm baaaack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a middle aged woman I feel I am in tune with some of the world, completely out of tune with other parts and totally deaf for even more of the world.  I am pretty geeky so the world of computers, the internet etc does not intimidate me.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SyeWh_V-YSI/AAAAAAAAB2g/iyKdKgMaKgY/s1600-h/fb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 117px; height: 117px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SyeWh_V-YSI/AAAAAAAAB2g/iyKdKgMaKgY/s200/fb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415462587619762466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But I just can't get my head around Facebook and Twitter.  Maybe because I don't maintain a large social network or even a very good business network, I find these two applications annoying. As I understand it 20 somethings see text and FB/Twitter as the way to communicate.  Email and phone calls are something you do with your parents and business communication.  (I am getting better at texting, though I am still pretty slow).  Also I am not a huge "follower".  Don't get me wrong.. I have an RSS reader full of blogs, so I do follow.. but I don't hang on every post or feel the need or want to keep up with someone via twitter, whether I know them or not.. I guess a lot of "commercial" posters keep their followers on twitter via giveaways etc.. I am not that hard up for a free t-shirt.. I can go to the thrift store for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do see the appeal of FB and Twitter for businesses.. so social network, I am not into them. Professional network..you betcha.. I definitely understand that media side of the apps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SyeWvy-aFtI/AAAAAAAAB2o/ExDqLIlSbGQ/s1600-h/twitter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SyeWvy-aFtI/AAAAAAAAB2o/ExDqLIlSbGQ/s200/twitter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415462824817858258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What I have a really hard time with FB and Twitter is the inane status updates and millions (okay hundreds) of pictures of the FB profiler themselves.  But I have been reminded that it is called FB for a reason.  It all seems very narcissistic to me.  "Look at Me Look at Me" - to 200-700 of my closes friends.. eeuuuw... but that seems to be the 20 something's social modus operandi.  I just value my privacy a bit more than that.  I know I know.. I am writing a blog.. but you don't see my birth date, my face very much and I don't tag my pictures for google to index.. so there is a decent amount of anonymity this way while still sharing with the friends and family that care to read the posts I put up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will be posting a bit more on here.. I will have a link on FB for the blog so any one of my few social network friends who get bored can come cruise if they want..&lt;br /&gt;During the last year we got a new puppy, "lost" a future daughter in law through a break up, and gained a son-in-law.  Mattie, Cap'n Steve and the cats are all doing well.  So we will get caught back up over the next few weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-4907567518461150645?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/4907567518461150645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2009/12/facebook-twitter-texting-and-blogs-oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/4907567518461150645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/4907567518461150645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2009/12/facebook-twitter-texting-and-blogs-oh.html' title='Facebook, Twitter, Texting and Blogs - Oh My!'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SyeWh_V-YSI/AAAAAAAAB2g/iyKdKgMaKgY/s72-c/fb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-2110812415834724186</id><published>2008-12-25T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:47.811-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Christmas at the Cabin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SVRCgBliBkI/AAAAAAAABMk/dDiE42Ge9lI/s1600-h/165_highpass_sharp_sfh_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SVRCgBliBkI/AAAAAAAABMk/dDiE42Ge9lI/s400/165_highpass_sharp_sfh_web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283921380761536066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really had our Christmas back at Thanksgiving when the kids came to visit at the cabin.  It was so wonderful to have them there.. so today I post some of the pictures.  I shot some portraits because my candids are always so poor...We were so happy to meet Letisia, Chris' fiance and welcome her to our small family.  Abbey and Chris were in great spirits and we thoroughly enjoyed having them both together.. they are Steve's blessings and I am so fortunate to get to come along for the ride.. great kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SVRDr9kuWvI/AAAAAAAABNM/H40GZ0S5DSA/s1600-h/Img2008-11-30_050+copy+crop+8x10_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SVRDr9kuWvI/AAAAAAAABNM/H40GZ0S5DSA/s400/Img2008-11-30_050+copy+crop+8x10_web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283922685354466034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SVRDK0XYv8I/AAAAAAAABNE/NO5kV-hCGWQ/s1600-h/Img2008-11-30_149+edit+sfh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SVRDK0XYv8I/AAAAAAAABNE/NO5kV-hCGWQ/s400/Img2008-11-30_149+edit+sfh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283922115946921922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SVRDDY2FpDI/AAAAAAAABM8/HeXEnCts03k/s1600-h/Img2008-11-30_124+copy+edit_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SVRDDY2FpDI/AAAAAAAABM8/HeXEnCts03k/s400/Img2008-11-30_124+copy+edit_web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283921988300416050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SVRC59X2mPI/AAAAAAAABM0/sGc3Agn4hog/s1600-h/Img2008-11-30_092_edit+crop8x10_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SVRC59X2mPI/AAAAAAAABM0/sGc3Agn4hog/s400/Img2008-11-30_092_edit+crop8x10_web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283921826307021042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-2110812415834724186?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/2110812415834724186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-at-cabin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/2110812415834724186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/2110812415834724186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-at-cabin.html' title='Christmas at the Cabin'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SVRCgBliBkI/AAAAAAAABMk/dDiE42Ge9lI/s72-c/165_highpass_sharp_sfh_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-2349773871961624538</id><published>2008-10-30T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:47.801-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>If you build it... they will come....</title><content type='html'>It's going to be a nice Thanksgiving here at the cabin.. well actually it may be more Christmas than Thanksgiving.. Both Chris and Abbey are coming.. It has been years since they have both been here (in Ga.) together..and Chris is bringing a new member to our small family.. a fiance! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SQpmwu7XNOI/AAAAAAAAAv4/BXaKjXTYjl8/s1600-h/Letisia-and-me-015-copy_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SQpmwu7XNOI/AAAAAAAAAv4/BXaKjXTYjl8/s200/Letisia-and-me-015-copy_web.jpg" border="none" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263132101952615650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are looking forward to meeting her and getting to know her.  The weather here this time of year is not nearly as nice as SoCal.. and we actually look a bit dreary with no leaves on the trees.. but I hope to rectify that a bit in the cabin.  We are all stocked up on wood as the darn cabin stays pretty cool this time of year without a nice fire going. Abbey hasn't been here since 2000.. though she did come for a wonderful visit a couple of years ago to the Florida home.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SQpog3hI0GI/AAAAAAAAAwA/MHtpxpFuEzk/s1600-h/abbey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SQpog3hI0GI/AAAAAAAAAwA/MHtpxpFuEzk/s200/abbey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263134028403888226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wish Abbey could get her friend Heather to join us.. think of her as part of the family too.. but anyway - excited.. imagine they will be camping out in the guest quarters.  We put in a wonderful gas stove up there that really heats up the place toasty warm.. plus it is well insulated.. much more comfortable than the cabin.. which is one reason we built it, so we could live there in the winter if we needed or wanted to.. Seeing the kids will be such a nice diversion from all of the politics and financial meltdown.. this has all left me rather disheartened...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-2349773871961624538?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/2349773871961624538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-you-build-it-they-will-come.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/2349773871961624538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/2349773871961624538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-you-build-it-they-will-come.html' title='If you build it... they will come....'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SQpmwu7XNOI/AAAAAAAAAv4/BXaKjXTYjl8/s72-c/Letisia-and-me-015-copy_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-7183754924396904028</id><published>2008-10-10T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:47.792-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>It's Girl's Weekend here at the Cabin - Woo Hoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SO93vywdq3I/AAAAAAAAArI/KI8yUOAgDis/s1600-h/Girl%27s-Weekend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SO93vywdq3I/AAAAAAAAArI/KI8yUOAgDis/s400/Girl%27s-Weekend.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255550953127258994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-7183754924396904028?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/7183754924396904028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-girl-weekend-here-at-cabin-woo-hoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/7183754924396904028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/7183754924396904028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-girl-weekend-here-at-cabin-woo-hoo.html' title='It&amp;#39;s Girl&amp;#39;s Weekend here at the Cabin - Woo Hoo!'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SO93vywdq3I/AAAAAAAAArI/KI8yUOAgDis/s72-c/Girl%27s-Weekend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-8522131580809540003</id><published>2008-09-20T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:47.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Geeking For Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SNVNtTcCWHI/AAAAAAAAAqo/uEOx4poQqXQ/s1600-h/fun+office+web2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SNVNtTcCWHI/AAAAAAAAAqo/uEOx4poQqXQ/s320/fun+office+web2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248186381477501042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well I have been spending some time lately doing volunteer work for a local animal rescue group.. &lt;a href="http://www.secondchanceanimalsanctuarybr.org"&gt;Second Chance Animal Sanctuary&lt;/a&gt;.  I called to donate some things to their tent sale and got to speaking to Penny, one of their volunteers, and she said something about they didn't have any computer help at the moment, and I said I could help out.. and so I have been.  I helped put together a newsletter for them as they had not put one out in a year.. The group has suffered the death of one of their co-founders, the death of another member, and the woman who normally prepares their newsletter was caring for a terminally ill parent and trying to get married... so it was a pleasure to be able to step in and help them.  I have donated to them before.. but I knew I couldn't foster any dogs and not really any cats, so I never contacted them... Anyway.. come to find out during this last year they also let their Internet domain expire thus rendering them out in "no man's land" with their website.. So I set them back up and offered to redesign so that we could incorporate some of the latest coding techniques for search engine optimization.  Also developing the site to help bring in donations.. Anyway - the bones of the new site are in place and now I just need the embellishments... I think everyone is pleased and I have offered to continue to be their webmaster and anything else I can do for them, computer wise.  Which works out well for me because I can do the computer work from the winter home.  I am looking forward to volunteering with them and hopefully help them recruit some more volunteers to help with some of the things that need to be done.  In fact, the Volunteer Page of the website is high on my list of "to dos"..along with some internet exposure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done my share of volunteering.. My favorite was doing therapy dog work with the corgis through the &lt;a href="http://www.happytailspets.org/"&gt;Happy Tails&lt;/a&gt; group in Atlanta.  I did that for several years until we moved up to the cabin.  I really really enjoyed that.. I found I really liked going into Assisted Living facilities with the animals.  It is so hard when you get older and you have lived with animals all of your life and you can't have them anymore.  I became friends with several residents and especially looked forward to the monthly visits with them. I try and remind Cap'n Steve that I will come visit him with the animals when he needs to have assisted care... he doesn't laugh...I can't understand why..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-8522131580809540003?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/8522131580809540003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/09/geeking-for-good.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/8522131580809540003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/8522131580809540003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/09/geeking-for-good.html' title='Geeking For Good'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SNVNtTcCWHI/AAAAAAAAAqo/uEOx4poQqXQ/s72-c/fun+office+web2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-8146208962017369725</id><published>2008-09-05T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:47.820-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='border collie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Lost and Found Part Deux</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SJst4rXbu-I/AAAAAAAAAjM/19DYccvV2R0/s1600-h/DSC_0030_mod+card+sharp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SJst4rXbu-I/AAAAAAAAAjM/19DYccvV2R0/s400/DSC_0030_mod+card+sharp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231825843857898466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What do you do when a beloved animal dies&lt;br /&gt;(our sweet Miss Lass)&lt;br /&gt; that has a special place in your heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't read &lt;a href="http://northgagal2.blogspot.com/2008/08/lost-and-found-part-1.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;, you might want to catch up with it before continuing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been just over a month now since Lass died. We still have heavy hearts, the tears still well up pretty easily, but we all are moving along.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I hastily sent an email to Lass' original owner, I received an unexpected thoughtful reply, within hours. Yes, he was the one that gave Lass over to rescue.  He said he did it to try and save a 6 year relationship with his girlfriend who within a year of giving up Lass, he married, and not too long after that divorced.  He said he thought of Lass often.  He had two other Border Collies, in fact one was Lass' mate and the other was her puppy.  LASS HAD A PUPPY ... sort of a huge aaaaawwwwww moment for us. He said he loved her dearly and it broke his heart to give her away. He wrote that he contacted BC rescue to make sure Lass was okay and that he would take her back, but they told him she was in a loving home.  His note showed how much guilt he had for giving her up.  He kept Lass' mate and her puppy until they both passed away as old dogs.  His note brings tears to my eyes as I reread it now.  He offered to talk to me about Lass and I took him up on it, but via email.  I emailed him two times right after receiving his email.  One email was about the struggles we had with Lass, and the other was about the joy she brought to us. I haven't heard from Lass' original owner since his only email.  I can only suppose that I stirred up some emotions that he did not want to remember.  I can respect that.  I was so excited to hear from him and see that he was a caring person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there are several morals to this story.  The first biggie is: Don't ever give up an animal that you love for another human being.  I learned that in the demise of my first marriage, which involved my corgis, and my parents to an extent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving up an animal, whether to rescue, or a friend or a family member is a difficult decision.  When you are looking at what is THE BEST situation for that animal, trust yourself that you are doing the right thing.  It is interesting that 3 people close in our lives have recently given up their dogs because of their living situations.  The dogs were all loved, but all three of these people knew that the dogs could have even better homes, homes that could give them the time and attention that they needed.  It was a difficult decision for all, and I respect them for making the hard choices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When giving up an animal, do you tell the recipients about the problems you are having with the dog?  I wonder... I don't know the answer to that question.  I do think that Lass' optimum home would probably have been where she was the only dog and that someone was home most all of the time. If we had known that she might have had a history of "issues with other dogs" (and we still don't know her history) - we wouldn't have taken her.. but we didn't know.. I believe when you take a rescue, you have a good chance of getting a dog with "issues"... just be prepared to make the commitment to the animal and work as hard as you can.  If I could say one thing about doing dog rescue, it would be make sure you have a lot of time to spend with the dog.  Preferably that you don't work outside of the home.  Dogs with issues need a lot of time, love and attention. But it was so worth it... We can't imagine never having had Lass.  I am glad we were able to adjust our lives to hopefully better hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently doing some volunteer work for a local rescue group.  I am offering my computer skills and I am in heaven.  I call it Geeking for Good.. but anyway - one of my tasks is to update/redesign the website.  They have a quote on there that I love..  Saving one pet won't change the world, but surely the world will change for that one pet.  When I am done with the redesign of the site - I will link to it from the blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-8146208962017369725?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/8146208962017369725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/09/lost-and-found-part-deux.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/8146208962017369725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/8146208962017369725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/09/lost-and-found-part-deux.html' title='Lost and Found Part Deux'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SJst4rXbu-I/AAAAAAAAAjM/19DYccvV2R0/s72-c/DSC_0030_mod+card+sharp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-7753082511105081245</id><published>2008-08-30T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:47.884-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Grooming tools for my pets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLnDujLFiFI/AAAAAAAAAqE/ClHz9CQk_mU/s1600-h/furminator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLnDujLFiFI/AAAAAAAAAqE/ClHz9CQk_mU/s200/furminator.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240434845905422418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just finished brushing &lt;a href="http://northgagal2.blogspot.com/search/label/cats"&gt;The Squeek, Queen Kiki&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://northgagal2.blogspot.com/search/label/Mattie"&gt;Mattie&lt;/a&gt; and thought I would pass along a couple of tools that I think are indispensable, for both dogs and cats.  First is &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/s?ie=UTF8&amp;keywords=Furminator&amp;search-type=best&amp;tag=coffeeresearch74521-20&amp;index=garden&amp;link_code=qs"&gt;"The Furminator"&lt;/a&gt; I just purchased this jewel a few months ago and it is wonderful for animals with undercoats and animals with short, medium or long hair..equally. It is "da bomb" (I am so with current vernacular... NOT lol).. I can't say enough good things about it and wish it was available  when the corgis were alive! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLnDJIw84oI/AAAAAAAAAp8/05QlFKdAXVI/s1600-h/grooma+comb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLnDJIw84oI/AAAAAAAAAp8/05QlFKdAXVI/s400/grooma+comb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240434203161322114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next thing I want to recommend is a comb that I first heard of 10 or more years ago off of Corgi-L.  It is called a &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Grooma-Round-Garden-Accessory-Supplies/dp/B001E2QZKM/ref=sr_1_11?ie=UTF8&amp;s=home-garden&amp;qid=1220133344&amp;sr=8-11"&gt;"Grooma Comb" &lt;/a&gt; I've never seen it in a Pet Smart or Petco (at least in the dog/cat grooming sections).  It is really marketed toward horse owners as a mane detangler.  I really like it for Mattie's tangles.  I have had the same one for 10 years and I think it works very well.  That's not to say it magically detangles, but it helps me get through some matted hair that I would otherwise be getting the scissors for and snipping away. I purchased mine in a local tack shop in Atlanta. Anyway - just thought I would pass along..enjoy your holiday weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SK7LNsCYsYI/AAAAAAAAAls/dhB9ERUT9gk/s1600-h/ngg+logo1+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SK7LNsCYsYI/AAAAAAAAAls/dhB9ERUT9gk/s200/ngg+logo1+web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237346852698370434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-7753082511105081245?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/7753082511105081245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/08/grooming-tools-for-my-pets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/7753082511105081245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/7753082511105081245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/08/grooming-tools-for-my-pets.html' title='Grooming tools for my pets'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLnDujLFiFI/AAAAAAAAAqE/ClHz9CQk_mU/s72-c/furminator.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-5039385098571716078</id><published>2008-08-25T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:47.979-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garage apartment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guest quarters'/><title type='text'>Drum Roll Please.........</title><content type='html'>Okay - don't faint.. we both are still catching our breath but TA DAAA....&lt;br /&gt;The garage apartment aka guest quarters aka Steve's Quarters aka the Man Cave is essentially completed!! I know I know... pick yourself up off the floor.. it's only been what.. 6 years?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SCw5Tytd5wI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5LGLUf_VOxQ/s1600-h/garage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SCw5Tytd5wI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5LGLUf_VOxQ/s400/garage1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200594681898854146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SCw5Bytd5uI/AAAAAAAAAQI/FeoVcHX-Kt0/s1600-h/garage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SCw5Bytd5uI/AAAAAAAAAQI/FeoVcHX-Kt0/s400/garage2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200594372661208802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know that whole saga - just do a label search on guest quarters and you will see a few of the construction phase pics.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So without further ado.. your own personal guided tour! Friends who have decorating capabilities - you are welcome to come up any time and go shopping with me for those little special treasures that will warm the place up.  I am going to photoshop in some of my pictures before I blow them up and have cap'n Steve frame them.  Oh I think I should find a new name for Cap'n Steve - maybe like Old Saw Steve or some such...with the emphasis on Old..as that's what we both have become while he has meandered his way through this project, plus his birthday is coming up and I just like to remind him of his chronological place in this household! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should note that Steve did 99% of this work by his lonesome.  I helped maybe a total of 3 hours and he did have the plumbing roughed in.  Otherwise this is his baby.. and no nail gun for him.  Every nail was lovingly pounded beneath his hammer, and a few fingers.  And this was his first stab at things like tile work and custom door knobs and handles..   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember you can click on any picture to see a larger version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a shot looking back at the entrance - yes we have to paint the door - will probably be a forest green.  The carpet is a berber with natural colors and some green in it..we thought it provided a good contrast to the pine walls.  We went with the rustic feel because we didn't want whomever staying up here to miss out on the "cabin" type of experience if they weren't staying in the cabin. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMTXiAhGpI/AAAAAAAAAmc/UagmhjTfw08/s1600-h/DSC_0048_livingarea1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMTXiAhGpI/AAAAAAAAAmc/UagmhjTfw08/s400/DSC_0048_livingarea1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238552086548912786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay - the living/dining areas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMVYbVUHoI/AAAAAAAAAmk/O2JlpE_0v08/s1600-h/DSC_0058_livingarea3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMVYbVUHoI/AAAAAAAAAmk/O2JlpE_0v08/s400/DSC_0058_livingarea3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238554300960218754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMVYWqpV1I/AAAAAAAAAms/DWm-7ingFuo/s1600-h/DSC_0056_livingarea4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMVYWqpV1I/AAAAAAAAAms/DWm-7ingFuo/s400/DSC_0056_livingarea4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238554299707512658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMVY7cTLtI/AAAAAAAAAm0/oa8ubrP7Vr4/s1600-h/DSC_0027_livingarea1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMVY7cTLtI/AAAAAAAAAm0/oa8ubrP7Vr4/s400/DSC_0027_livingarea1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238554309579452114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMVZLf-SJI/AAAAAAAAAm8/yLzM3lCBRQ4/s1600-h/DSC_0046_dining1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMVZLf-SJI/AAAAAAAAAm8/yLzM3lCBRQ4/s400/DSC_0046_dining1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238554313889826962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both bedrooms - don't ya just love what I've done with the place.. Hey - it's only been 48 hours since the carpet went in and we have been cleaning and unpacking stuff that has not seen the light of day for 6 years.. oh I found that fry baby strainer I was looking for...oops - I digress... sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMXDaCH1eI/AAAAAAAAAnE/0IjvkGXN7xA/s1600-h/DSC_0063_bedroom1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMXDaCH1eI/AAAAAAAAAnE/0IjvkGXN7xA/s400/DSC_0063_bedroom1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238556138857289186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMXDVvOhgI/AAAAAAAAAnM/YrG4H1lr7OY/s1600-h/DSC_0065_bedroom1-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMXDVvOhgI/AAAAAAAAAnM/YrG4H1lr7OY/s400/DSC_0065_bedroom1-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238556137704293890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMXDmJSR8I/AAAAAAAAAnU/QTV1F3e7jHs/s1600-h/DSC_0069_bedroom2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMXDmJSR8I/AAAAAAAAAnU/QTV1F3e7jHs/s400/DSC_0069_bedroom2-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238556142108559298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMXD3ocs8I/AAAAAAAAAnc/Gcut9HjF160/s1600-h/DSC_0073_bedroom2-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMXD3ocs8I/AAAAAAAAAnc/Gcut9HjF160/s400/DSC_0073_bedroom2-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238556146802668482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bath..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMX3kIw6yI/AAAAAAAAAnk/75GJVPBTlyo/s1600-h/DSC_0041_bath2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMX3kIw6yI/AAAAAAAAAnk/75GJVPBTlyo/s400/DSC_0041_bath2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238557034922699554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least.. the kitchen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMZKU98qAI/AAAAAAAAAn0/utBLtz0LA98/s1600-h/DSC_0001_kitchen1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMZKU98qAI/AAAAAAAAAn0/utBLtz0LA98/s400/DSC_0001_kitchen1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238558456779941890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMZKmCUmWI/AAAAAAAAAn8/TBm5wqEwJZg/s1600-h/DSC_0013_kitchen2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMZKmCUmWI/AAAAAAAAAn8/TBm5wqEwJZg/s400/DSC_0013_kitchen2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238558461361690978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMZK1JleaI/AAAAAAAAAoE/5C4uAEUz1-0/s1600-h/DSC_0022_kitchen3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMZK1JleaI/AAAAAAAAAoE/5C4uAEUz1-0/s400/DSC_0022_kitchen3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238558465418688930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMZK-j8vWI/AAAAAAAAAoM/DC6sThcTOo0/s1600-h/DSC_0023+copy_kitchen4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMZK-j8vWI/AAAAAAAAAoM/DC6sThcTOo0/s400/DSC_0023+copy_kitchen4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238558467945184610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are a few of the finish work...Steve did a nice job.. the curtain rods are small branches...and you know how I was fretting over those curtains.. I like them - they came out pretty good, especially for a first try...(I did the curtains - so I have about 18 hours total into the garage to Old Saw's, what? 10 million?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMaXTu8cWI/AAAAAAAAAoU/_nsx8mlCtYE/s1600-h/DSC_0080_cabinetknob1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMaXTu8cWI/AAAAAAAAAoU/_nsx8mlCtYE/s400/DSC_0080_cabinetknob1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238559779298505058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMaXeoHgAI/AAAAAAAAAoc/QSHnhRPlBb4/s1600-h/DSC_0087_cabinetknob2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMaXeoHgAI/AAAAAAAAAoc/QSHnhRPlBb4/s400/DSC_0087_cabinetknob2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238559782222659586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMaX_DFtWI/AAAAAAAAAok/3kiOQbWj5ns/s1600-h/DSC_0091_drawerhandlle1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMaX_DFtWI/AAAAAAAAAok/3kiOQbWj5ns/s400/DSC_0091_drawerhandlle1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238559790925722978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMaYAcHYsI/AAAAAAAAAos/UKe6Fk34Ulo/s1600-h/DSC_0093_drawerhandlle2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMaYAcHYsI/AAAAAAAAAos/UKe6Fk34Ulo/s400/DSC_0093_drawerhandlle2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238559791299125954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMaYRMr3RI/AAAAAAAAAo0/BdcsI_shOCs/s1600-h/DSC_0108_tilework1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMaYRMr3RI/AAAAAAAAAo0/BdcsI_shOCs/s400/DSC_0108_tilework1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238559795797810450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMbUyLj9mI/AAAAAAAAAo8/E_Ha0P9Xk1Q/s1600-h/DSC_0115_tilework2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMbUyLj9mI/AAAAAAAAAo8/E_Ha0P9Xk1Q/s400/DSC_0115_tilework2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238560835443619426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMgK6bBobI/AAAAAAAAApc/MCvzmFu-N8E/s1600-h/DSC_0101_closetknob1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMgK6bBobI/AAAAAAAAApc/MCvzmFu-N8E/s400/DSC_0101_closetknob1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238566163415409074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMgLMhS-KI/AAAAAAAAApk/EPpDbbJiJqo/s1600-h/DSC_0105_closetknob2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMgLMhS-KI/AAAAAAAAApk/EPpDbbJiJqo/s400/DSC_0105_closetknob2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238566168273549474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMlSiZoRVI/AAAAAAAAAps/wveOSoMiuxA/s1600-h/DSC_0079_ceilingdetail1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMlSiZoRVI/AAAAAAAAAps/wveOSoMiuxA/s400/DSC_0079_ceilingdetail1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238571791964194130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMbVTh5esI/AAAAAAAAApE/noFh9y4CBvQ/s1600-h/DSC_0120_kitchencurtains1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMbVTh5esI/AAAAAAAAApE/noFh9y4CBvQ/s400/DSC_0120_kitchencurtains1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238560844395674306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMbVUgQOwI/AAAAAAAAApM/y2i5oXnZxz0/s1600-h/DSC_0121_kitchencurtains2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMbVUgQOwI/AAAAAAAAApM/y2i5oXnZxz0/s400/DSC_0121_kitchencurtains2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238560844657212162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMbVuDYGiI/AAAAAAAAApU/p-f91_nGz8U/s1600-h/DSC_0125_kitchencurtains3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLMbVuDYGiI/AAAAAAAAApU/p-f91_nGz8U/s400/DSC_0125_kitchencurtains3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238560851515415074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-5039385098571716078?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/5039385098571716078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/08/drum-roll-please.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/5039385098571716078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/5039385098571716078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/08/drum-roll-please.html' title='Drum Roll Please.........'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SCw5Tytd5wI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5LGLUf_VOxQ/s72-c/garage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-7568873680410784467</id><published>2008-08-23T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:48.251-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Do Cats Rule (and dogs drool)? Queen Kiki</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLADkeZ3vMI/AAAAAAAAAl0/vOY5EiILRIc/s1600-h/DSC_0163+copy+close+crop+leth+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLADkeZ3vMI/AAAAAAAAAl0/vOY5EiILRIc/s400/DSC_0163+copy+close+crop+leth+web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237690291803634882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cats seem to find a way into our home. Cap'n Steve never had a cat before he met me. I grew up with dogs - no cats around.. but somehow cats made their way into my life around 1984 or so and there always seems to be one (or several)who call my/our place "home" since then.  I have much more fun naming cats..Casper and Coolwhip (aka cocaine and speedball) were the first cats in 1984 - white fluffy things.  Then came Ike and Tina from my friends Allen and Linda's litter of Martha and the Vandellas.  Currently we are owned by three cats.  Kiki, The Squeek, and Mo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLAG9VgI5AI/AAAAAAAAAl8/M4xxG2Fz26Y/s1600-h/DSC_0219_sharp_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLAG9VgI5AI/AAAAAAAAAl8/M4xxG2Fz26Y/s320/DSC_0219_sharp_web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237694017445618690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kiki - she came to us in the fall of '97.  She was a tiny kitten who literally threw herself at our door.  She picked a house with 3 dogs, how smart is that?  Actually she is pretty smart.  She immediately took up residence with Cap'n Steve and Chris.  I had just had surgery to reconnect a severed achilles and was in no shape to tend to a new kitten.  She became best friends with our dogs and to this day she still loves on Mattie ( who was about 6 months old when Kiki showed up) Kiki was the one animal that took it the hardest when Tucker (numero uno corgi) died.  She moped around here for a good while.  They were best buds for sure and while I had heard that animals could go into depression when a loved one dies (human or 4-footed) I had never seen it.  She used to be indoor/outdoor and was pretty aloof - but since moving to the cabin full time we converted her into a house kitty. She seems to love it and has adjusted wonderfully.  She has become a very sweet kitty and when she wants to sit on you - you feel very honored and special. Cat's are funny that way.  When they pay you attention, you feel so honored, dogs on the other hand, typically garner affection from whatever hand is available at the time to pet or give them treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLAIwmacYII/AAAAAAAAAmE/gPbLznnjxCM/s1600-h/potted+kiki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLAIwmacYII/AAAAAAAAAmE/gPbLznnjxCM/s400/potted+kiki.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237695997670088834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiki is also my work buddy, and has been for years.  What is it about some cats and computers?  Debra also has some cats that love to "help" her work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Here's Kiki hard on the job since 2000!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLAOgQFs9BI/AAAAAAAAAmM/rSWFPdGLcnQ/s1600-h/kiki4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLAOgQFs9BI/AAAAAAAAAmM/rSWFPdGLcnQ/s400/kiki4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237702313869374482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;And still likes to give pointers - spring 2008&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLAOggHu8NI/AAAAAAAAAmU/xlh4Q0_Ayl8/s1600-h/IMG_0531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLAOggHu8NI/AAAAAAAAAmU/xlh4Q0_Ayl8/s400/IMG_0531.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237702318172860626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-7568873680410784467?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/7568873680410784467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/08/do-cats-rule-and-dogs-drool-queen-kiki.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/7568873680410784467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/7568873680410784467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/08/do-cats-rule-and-dogs-drool-queen-kiki.html' title='Do Cats Rule (and dogs drool)? Queen Kiki'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SLADkeZ3vMI/AAAAAAAAAl0/vOY5EiILRIc/s72-c/DSC_0163+copy+close+crop+leth+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-6162441042668860711</id><published>2008-08-22T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:48.300-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>This one is soley for Cap'n Steve..</title><content type='html'>He will say this is soooooo true! I got this from another blog, &lt;a href="http://mcpactions.com/blog/"&gt;MCP Actions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;MY LIVING WILL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night my husband and I were sitting in the family room. I said to him,‘I never want to live in a vegetative state, dependent on some machine,and fluids from a bottle to keep me alive. That would be no qualityof life at all. If that ever happens, just pull the plug.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he got up, unplugged the computer, and threw out my wine.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SK7LNsCYsYI/AAAAAAAAAls/dhB9ERUT9gk/s1600-h/ngg+logo1+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SK7LNsCYsYI/AAAAAAAAAls/dhB9ERUT9gk/s200/ngg+logo1+web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237346852698370434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-6162441042668860711?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/6162441042668860711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-one-is-soley-for-cap-steve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/6162441042668860711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/6162441042668860711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-one-is-soley-for-cap-steve.html' title='This one is soley for Cap&amp;#39;n Steve..'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SK7LNsCYsYI/AAAAAAAAAls/dhB9ERUT9gk/s72-c/ngg+logo1+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-1223433150359067028</id><published>2008-08-18T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:48.022-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mattie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='australian shepherd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Is Mat suffering from depression?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SKlyzzg_lCI/AAAAAAAAAlE/QwQ8qEwK_hA/s1600-h/DSC_0057+edit+sfh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SKlyzzg_lCI/AAAAAAAAAlE/QwQ8qEwK_hA/s320/DSC_0057+edit+sfh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235842276122399778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cap'n Steve has been home a week and Mat has not been herself for the last 5 days.  She is off her food and hardly drinking water.  She is known to be quite the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Euell_Gibbons"&gt;Euell Gibbons&lt;/a&gt; of our animals.  (Thank goodness not a pooh eater)We figured she ate a "bad mushroom" or some such.. but this is starting to seem more than a bug.  I have taken her to the vet, she checks out fine (blood work et all)but she is still off.  She is mopey, not very food motivated even when there is chicken or hamburger involved. She is losing weight.  This sounds/looks/feels like depression to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mat has never been the only dog.  And even though she and Lass had their issues, they each seemed relaxed with the other as long as there was a crate separating them.  The cats are all trying to love up on her.. and she just sort of lays there, uninterested.. Moe even tries to get in her dinner bowl while she is eating and she could care less.. When &lt;a href="http://northgagal2.blogspot.com/2008/03/our-old-dogs.html"&gt;Tucker, numero uno corgi&lt;/a&gt; died (3 years ago at age 16), Queen Kiki, our cat, exhibited what we think was depression.  She loved Tuck and they would play together..She was "off" for a couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We figure Mat now realizes that Steve is back and Lass isn't - this is not your normal "week apart vacation" that we do once or twice a year with the dogs.  I feel for her.  She looks and seems very sad. I know how she feels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-1223433150359067028?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/1223433150359067028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/08/is-mat-suffering-from-depression.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/1223433150359067028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/1223433150359067028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/08/is-mat-suffering-from-depression.html' title='Is Mat suffering from depression?'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SKlyzzg_lCI/AAAAAAAAAlE/QwQ8qEwK_hA/s72-c/DSC_0057+edit+sfh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-7184109135583490057</id><published>2008-08-11T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:48.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Green - Do we do it for the environment or to make ourselves feel better?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Or to "look good" in front of friends and peers?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SKAvc-b9aHI/AAAAAAAAAkk/6cHYz4zvARo/s1600-h/bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SKAvc-b9aHI/AAAAAAAAAkk/6cHYz4zvARo/s320/bike.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233234941847627890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I saw this on &lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;Post Secret&lt;/a&gt; and thought the questions it raised were worth introspection...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-7184109135583490057?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/7184109135583490057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/08/being-green-do-we-do-it-for-environment.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/7184109135583490057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/7184109135583490057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/08/being-green-do-we-do-it-for-environment.html' title='Being Green - Do we do it for the environment or to make ourselves feel better?'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SKAvc-b9aHI/AAAAAAAAAkk/6cHYz4zvARo/s72-c/bike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-4748730195610776635</id><published>2008-08-09T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T08:58:53.305-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>Gulfport, Santa Barbara,Hazelwood,Mpls, Huntsville,Atlanta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SJ2HiO0UqyI/AAAAAAAAAj0/sCQj9qAmHlE/s1600-h/memory+lane2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SJ2HiO0UqyI/AAAAAAAAAj0/sCQj9qAmHlE/s200/memory+lane2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232487364237241122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During my school years I went to 9 schools between 1st and 11th grades.  I continued this pattern in college and went to 3 colleges during a 4 year period.  My Dad was a contract engineer and we moved every couple of years following defense and aerospace contracts. When we got to St. Louis (Hazelwood) I had found a home and I didn't want to leave but that was not going to happen and after 2.5 blissful years there I managed to squeeze in 2 more schools before taking early graduation and heading off to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are just about ready to carpet the Guest Quarters and I have been cleaning out things I should never have moved (6 years ago)from our home in Atlanta (Tucker area).  I am on my last box.. my personal box.. memorabilia from when I was 6 years old to college.  It's not a big box - so I can afford to let it be - but going down memory lane these last couple of nights I wonder.. Do I need to throw this away so when I croak - nobody needs to do it for me... or is there some sort of hidden art work in here that I just don't see..  I have autograph books from when I was 6-12yo with autographs from teachers and friends of all the schools I had been in at that time (4) - I have my girl scout sash and badges I never sewed on (and there's a sewing badge in there - the irony!)because we moved and I never rejoined.. There are pictures of some family vacations and weekend camping trips taken in 1968, that show no promise of a budding artist photographer...There's a picture of my first best friend, Janie Hastings, and me taken right before she moved.  I was so sad to see her go...we were all of 7 or so.  I have notes written by friends and boyfriends from Jr. High when writing notes was the thing to do.  I have the note from the then boyfriend, breaking up with me, the first time I was ever dumped.. I also have a stack of letters from friends who wrote to me and tried to keep up with my travels after I left Hazelwood..but life moves on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I keep this little time machine.. and pull it out and look at it every 10 years or so? Cap'n Steve, who is no hoarder of sentimentality, surprisingly votes yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Samples:  Remember you can click on any picture in my blog to see a larger size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SJ2X1nw-fJI/AAAAAAAAAj8/zRLj1WTzgoQ/s1600-h/autographs1968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SJ2X1nw-fJI/AAAAAAAAAj8/zRLj1WTzgoQ/s320/autographs1968.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232505289537649810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SJ2X1nFUiXI/AAAAAAAAAkE/vo0a-_AMlrM/s1600-h/autographs1970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SJ2X1nFUiXI/AAAAAAAAAkE/vo0a-_AMlrM/s320/autographs1970.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232505289354545522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SJ2X131pLfI/AAAAAAAAAkM/hIvcL0p7UwM/s1600-h/dumped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SJ2X131pLfI/AAAAAAAAAkM/hIvcL0p7UwM/s320/dumped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232505293852192242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camping late fall, Minnesota - circa 1968 - I would keep this because my mom refuses to have her picture made and this is a rare find indeed! &lt;a href="http://www.iambossy.com/i_am_bossy/2008/08/anatomy-of-a-va.html"&gt;Hey Bossy, We were the original Tent Trailer Campers - LOL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SJ2X1_xqk6I/AAAAAAAAAkU/BbVtVPQ6yZg/s1600-h/camping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SJ2X1_xqk6I/AAAAAAAAAkU/BbVtVPQ6yZg/s320/camping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232505295982990242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Friends - circa 1966 - Huntsville, Al.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SJ2X2CYMhKI/AAAAAAAAAkc/LmhQzAbjnTA/s1600-h/Janie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SJ2X2CYMhKI/AAAAAAAAAkc/LmhQzAbjnTA/s320/Janie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232505296681469090" 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/3692517388112294276-4748730195610776635?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/4748730195610776635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/08/gulfport-santa-barbarahazelwoodmpls.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/4748730195610776635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/4748730195610776635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/08/gulfport-santa-barbarahazelwoodmpls.html' title='Gulfport, Santa Barbara,Hazelwood,Mpls, Huntsville,Atlanta'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SJ2HiO0UqyI/AAAAAAAAAj0/sCQj9qAmHlE/s72-c/memory+lane2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-8711841672779890059</id><published>2008-08-08T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:48.240-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canon sd800'/><title type='text'>For a good photo - a little somethin' somethin'</title><content type='html'>Here's a really quick and easy way to make your photos "pop" - oh you didn't know your photos could "pop" you say?  Well, yes they can.  If you have a photo you really like and want to share it, on the web or with family and friends or even print it, before you send it off try this little trick in Photoshop (either Elements or the regular version). I do this with both my wonderful Canon P&amp;S pics and with my Nikon DSLR pics...It's easier than messing with the contrast and saturation settings (or even curves for the advanced users) if you have a photo that is good in your eyes but you just want to give it a little "oomph".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go into Filter/Sharpen/Unsharp Mask and set the amount to 20, the radius to 60, and leave threshhold at 0.  Here's an example SOOC (straight out of Camera - my P&amp;S)This little trick  will make your pictures go from &lt;br /&gt;This:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SJw-UiQ-W-I/AAAAAAAAAjU/54ANtX82np4/s1600-h/IMG_0450-unsharp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SJw-UiQ-W-I/AAAAAAAAAjU/54ANtX82np4/s400/IMG_0450-unsharp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232125389613980642" /&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;To This:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SJw-lKCvnFI/AAAAAAAAAjc/NpVlGfbwxvQ/s1600-h/IMG_0450-defog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SJw-lKCvnFI/AAAAAAAAAjc/NpVlGfbwxvQ/s400/IMG_0450-defog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232125675169619026" /&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;Another Example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SJxB5o7ptsI/AAAAAAAAAjs/T8yC4HfajtQ/s1600-h/DSC20061223+223142-unsharp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SJxB5o7ptsI/AAAAAAAAAjs/T8yC4HfajtQ/s400/DSC20061223+223142-unsharp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232129325593638594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SJxBxsShonI/AAAAAAAAAjk/NxjdfhlG9wU/s1600-h/DSC20061223+223142-defog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SJxBxsShonI/AAAAAAAAAjk/NxjdfhlG9wU/s400/DSC20061223+223142-defog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232129189055930994" /&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;Now you can also do this in Gimp and maybe some of the online editors, I haven't really looked at those..but I know many of you have Elements as it comes with a lot of cameras..Technically the term for this is "Defog" and for the Lightroom/ACR users - this is what the clarity slider does..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought to you by: Your own personal Geek: NGG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-8711841672779890059?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/8711841672779890059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/08/for-good-photo-little-somethin-somethin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/8711841672779890059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/8711841672779890059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/08/for-good-photo-little-somethin-somethin.html' title='For a good photo - a little somethin&amp;#39; somethin&amp;#39;'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SJw-UiQ-W-I/AAAAAAAAAjU/54ANtX82np4/s72-c/IMG_0450-unsharp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-4418575427191993227</id><published>2008-08-07T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:48.290-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='border collie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Lost and Found - Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SJst4rXbu-I/AAAAAAAAAjM/19DYccvV2R0/s1600-h/DSC_0030_mod+card+sharp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SJst4rXbu-I/AAAAAAAAAjM/19DYccvV2R0/s400/DSC_0030_mod+card+sharp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231825843857898466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What do you do when a beloved animal dies&lt;br /&gt;(our sweet Miss Lass)&lt;br /&gt; that has a special place in your heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you are me, and your special loss was a rescue, you notify the rescue group from where you got her.   Why? Well, maybe because I know that as a person who has fostered animals before, I always enjoy finding out the good (and the sad) of these animals.  It helps to validate my feelings of hopefully helping the animal in some small way.  With Miss. Lass, we had a lot of support from our rescue group during some difficult times. They were very appreciative of the email and offered such nice words of comfort for our efforts and our loss.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting at my desk on Tuesday night, looking at Lass' ABCA pedigree papers, I took serious notice for the first time, the previous owner's name. Being the geek that I am, I decided to google the name.  I got a hit, and not only did I get a direct hit, I got an email address with it. What to do?  What were my feelings?  My heart was racing. Do I send an email?  What would they think?  Would they welcome the information that she lived a long and happy life.  Would it stir up emotions in them that they cared not to revisit? Were they a heartless, selfish person who threw away many other things in their life, like they "threw away" their dog..Who was this person?  When we got Miss Lass from rescue, we only knew that she was given up because the girlfriend of the owner did not like the dog.. We looked at each other and said "NOT LIKE THIS DOG? How could that be, this sweet sweet animal?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Lass changed our lives.  She challenged us to search the depths of our beings to understand what a committment to an animal meant.  Thank goodness we (Steve and I) were both on the same page when it came to Miss Lass. If anything, Steve was even more adamant about her than I was.  I will always think of that when I want some sort of gauge of his depth of love for this or any of our animals. Now don't get me wrong.. she didn't change our lives in such a way as to permanently hinder us in anything going forward. But for the last 7 years we have not been able to be away from home together more than 4-5 hours at a time. We always had to be aware of the weather too, lest we be away and a thunderstorm occurred.  But we adapted and really didn't feel it was much of an imposition except when there were times we got the itch to travel again.  It was hard for us to believe our last trip together was in 2001.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent the email.  A short, somewhat curt email, that asked if this was the correct party that gave up Miss Lass to rescue in 1998.  If this was the party to whom I was emailing, I said I didn't know if they would be interested in knowing that we had adopted the animal, loved her very much and had her for almost 10 years and that we had to put her down.  I said there was no need for a response to the email.. I didn't want the recipient to feel obligated to engage in a dialogue.  I probably put that last statement in as much for me as for the recipient because I wasn't sure I was doing the right thing.  What did I hope to accomplish by sending this email?  I didn't really think this through.  I just knew I was hurting for a dog that I loved very much and I was home alone and spending a lot of time thinking about her and I really wished Steve was home to give me the hugs that I know we both could use. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, I received a reply...I was suprised and I think you will be too..but first I need to answer their reply before I continue this post.. that is why this is Part 1..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-4418575427191993227?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/4418575427191993227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/08/lost-and-found-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/4418575427191993227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/4418575427191993227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/08/lost-and-found-part-1.html' title='Lost and Found - Part 1'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SJst4rXbu-I/AAAAAAAAAjM/19DYccvV2R0/s72-c/DSC_0030_mod+card+sharp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-5861720940842361227</id><published>2008-08-04T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:48.280-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>Into The West</title><content type='html'>I sat down at the computer this morning and started my media player on shuffle and this song was the first song it played.  I had never heard it before.. Cap'n Steve says he never downloaded it .. The song is from &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7nVVWDSFFhc&amp;feature=related"&gt;The Lord of the Rings, performed by Annie Lennox&lt;/a&gt; who is one of my favorites... Needless to say it brought tears to my eyes. Click the link to be taken to Ms. Lennox's full recorded performance of this beautiful and haunting song or enjoy her abbreviated performance at the Oscars  here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jGjNDqv1yMc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jGjNDqv1yMc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into The West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay down,&lt;br /&gt;your sweet and weary head.&lt;br /&gt;Night is falling.&lt;br /&gt;You have come to journey’s end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep now, and dream&lt;br /&gt;of the ones who came before.&lt;br /&gt;They are calling,&lt;br /&gt;from across a distant shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you weep?&lt;br /&gt;What are these tears upon your face?&lt;br /&gt;Soon you will see.&lt;br /&gt;All of your fears will pass away.&lt;br /&gt;Safe in my arms,&lt;br /&gt;you’re only sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you see,&lt;br /&gt;on the horizon?&lt;br /&gt;Why do the white gulls call?&lt;br /&gt;Across the sea,&lt;br /&gt;a pale moon rises.&lt;br /&gt;The ships have come,&lt;br /&gt;to carry you home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all will turn,&lt;br /&gt;to silver glass.&lt;br /&gt;A light on the water.&lt;br /&gt;All souls pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope fades,&lt;br /&gt;Into the world of night.&lt;br /&gt;Through shadows falling,&lt;br /&gt;Out of memory and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t say,&lt;br /&gt;We have come now to the end.&lt;br /&gt;White shores are calling.&lt;br /&gt;You and I will meet again.&lt;br /&gt;And you’ll be here in my arms,&lt;br /&gt;Just sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you see,&lt;br /&gt;on the horizon?&lt;br /&gt;Why do the white gulls call?&lt;br /&gt;Across the sea,&lt;br /&gt;a pale moon rises.&lt;br /&gt;The ships have come,&lt;br /&gt;to carry you home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all will turn,&lt;br /&gt;to silver glass.&lt;br /&gt;A light on the water.&lt;br /&gt;Grey ships pass&lt;br /&gt;Into the West.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-5861720940842361227?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/5861720940842361227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/08/into-west.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/5861720940842361227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/5861720940842361227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/08/into-west.html' title='Into The West'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-581578548343491795</id><published>2008-08-03T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:48.230-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cabin'/><title type='text'>Keepin' Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SJbjR64Su-I/AAAAAAAAAjE/6rRrKRd09aw/s1600-h/DSC_0282_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SJbjR64Su-I/AAAAAAAAAjE/6rRrKRd09aw/s400/DSC_0282_web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230617914240056290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well It's best to keep busy when you have a heavy heart.. I luckily have many things on my "honey do list" the first being mowing..Oh I forgot to mention that Cap'n Steve had to go to Florida to do some important errands.  His timing was in no way coincidental to Lass' situation. So I needed to step in and do his "part".. This means a  4 -5 hour mow (We have 4 acres that we groom and 4.5 acres of woodlands).. A 4-5 hour mow isn't bad when you don't have to do it every 5 days.  We share the weekly task and my side usually takes 1.5-2 hours while Steve's side takes 2-2.5 hours.  Cap'n Steve normally powers a commercial size mower, the Snapper, that he handles beautifully, a throwback to his younger days when he worked on golf courses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SJZUP6dSuZI/AAAAAAAAAic/712TjPprgsE/s1600-h/DSC_0207_edited_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SJZUP6dSuZI/AAAAAAAAAic/712TjPprgsE/s320/DSC_0207_edited_web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230460649604299154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SJZUdG_u2HI/AAAAAAAAAik/sl21Qt-bFig/s1600-h/DSC_0179+edited+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SJZUdG_u2HI/AAAAAAAAAik/sl21Qt-bFig/s400/DSC_0179+edited+web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230460876308273266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a John Deere lawn tractor.. a heavy duty one - not one of those you see in Home Ripoff.. okay - so I am proud of the machine.. but it has earned it over the last 6 years... not a hiccup.. and perfect for me - but not for the entire yard.  We purchased this jewel &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SJZV3CX7HgI/AAAAAAAAAis/Vv3MRpgXu5A/s1600-h/DSC_0296-web2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SJZV3CX7HgI/AAAAAAAAAis/Vv3MRpgXu5A/s400/DSC_0296-web2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230462421255790082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; after we realized I could not manage the Snapper - my hands were just too small.. Now I don't understand that since we all have seen many commercial mowers with people operating them who hardly seem taller than my 5'5" but alas I just couldn't span the grip/gear shift. Also we knew it was best to have a two mowers in case one went down. The yard can quickly get away from you if you miss a mow and then it is hell to catch up. The Snapper can operate like a zero turn radius when you walk behind it, thus getting in lots of tight corners easily that the JD can't even think about..My normal mowing is what we affectionately call the fairway (an easy 7 iron - par 3), not too many trees and a lot of wide open space..When Cap'n Steve must venture away I also mow "his" side of the property that has the trees and planting beds.  The JD does a good job and I am along for the ride - so to speak...but I just can't get as close to the trees/fence line that Cap'n Steve and his fine machine can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SJbg_Jb0JwI/AAAAAAAAAi8/W6oYCH76HcQ/s1600-h/DSC_0288-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SJbg_Jb0JwI/AAAAAAAAAi8/W6oYCH76HcQ/s400/DSC_0288-web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230615392706373378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mattie loves to roll in fresh cut grass.. one of the simple pleasures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SJbg1D6UmQI/AAAAAAAAAi0/tpOts9eOmQ0/s1600-h/DSC_0289_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SJbg1D6UmQI/AAAAAAAAAi0/tpOts9eOmQ0/s400/DSC_0289_web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230615219425024258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-581578548343491795?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/581578548343491795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/08/keepin-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/581578548343491795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/581578548343491795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/08/keepin-busy.html' title='Keepin&amp;#39; Busy'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SJbjR64Su-I/AAAAAAAAAjE/6rRrKRd09aw/s72-c/DSC_0282_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-7767409091434252739</id><published>2008-08-02T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:48.270-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='border collie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Sad Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Passing of a Beloved Companion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SJRVsSB2hEI/AAAAAAAAAiM/XsaA0IppsLk/s1600-h/lass1_filtered_rescrop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SJRVsSB2hEI/AAAAAAAAAiM/XsaA0IppsLk/s400/lass1_filtered_rescrop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229899286526198850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Miss Lass 12/21/93 – 08/01/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Miss Lass came to us in late 1998 by way of Appalachian Mountain Border Collie Rescue.  Everyone thought she was about 2 years old when we adopted her, but to our surprise, when we obtained her ABCA registration, she was 5 years old. She was a sweet animal from the beginning, but definitely had some idiosyncrasies. She did not know what toys or treats were and had no desire for the Frisbee or thrown tennis balls.  We tried her in agility and she was not enthused.  She did not seem interested in herding.  She grew to love treats, but never developed an interest in any of the "normal" dog activities. She was smart and did well with obedience training.  She tolerated the cats, and preferred to spend her time jumping at the grass and barking.  We came to refer to this activity as herding bugs.  She loved to be sprayed with the hose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned that she was sweet.  She was a gentle dog with soft eyes and would let you do just about anything to her up until she was around 12 or so, and like most of us, she started to get a bit cranky as she got older.  She used to love to have her back scratched and would gladly sit for you as you rubbed or brushed her back.  She also loved her rides.  Every errand that we ran, weather and time permitting, she was along for the ride. &lt;br /&gt;She was very much loved by us and she will forever remain in our hearts.  &lt;br /&gt;Lass, we hope that we have helped you to go gently into that dark night and that there are no more thunderstorms and only beautiful warm sunny days with cool breezes. &lt;br /&gt;We love you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SJRXLNIoQUI/AAAAAAAAAiU/hPFWPNtKNTQ/s1600-h/lass3fer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SJRXLNIoQUI/AAAAAAAAAiU/hPFWPNtKNTQ/s400/lass3fer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229900917300019522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-7767409091434252739?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/7767409091434252739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/08/sad-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/7767409091434252739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/7767409091434252739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/08/sad-times.html' title='Sad Times'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SJRVsSB2hEI/AAAAAAAAAiM/XsaA0IppsLk/s72-c/lass1_filtered_rescrop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-3054566639050196243</id><published>2008-07-27T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:48.261-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mattie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cabin'/><title type='text'>Odds and Ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SIxeFncA0TI/AAAAAAAAAhk/9MwsauAFk5M/s1600-h/DSC_0134+edit+lucis+frame+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SIxeFncA0TI/AAAAAAAAAhk/9MwsauAFk5M/s400/DSC_0134+edit+lucis+frame+web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227656718049136946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting toward the end of the Gladiolas.. I have enjoyed them so much.  I thought I would share these two pictures.. I only had this one gladiola that had  multicolor like this.. I thought it was beautiful.  Wish I had more of these - Also I shot this around 9:00 am but the light was too harsh even then.. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SIxdpaOW-tI/AAAAAAAAAhU/pJXLcqUWNGs/s1600-h/DSC_0129+edit+frame+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SIxdpaOW-tI/AAAAAAAAAhU/pJXLcqUWNGs/s320/DSC_0129+edit+frame+web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227656233465871058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also we are arranging for the carpet for the Guest Quarters today.  So probably in the next few weeks we will be completely done.  We are both looking forward to it.  Cap'n Steve is definitely ready to move on.  He is talking furniture making and I am encouraging it so that should keep him occupied and not driving me crazy! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SIxgekGi4JI/AAAAAAAAAhs/up-B0h8Ei3c/s1600-h/DSC_0154+edit+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SIxgekGi4JI/AAAAAAAAAhs/up-B0h8Ei3c/s400/DSC_0154+edit+web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227659345673773202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He did rebuild our back steps earlier this spring.  Our BC, Lass, is to the point that she has problems going up stairs.  These back steps were starting to give her fits.  I couldn't pick her up and carry her up/down like I did with the corgis as they became unable to negotiate them so Cap'n Steve redesigned them to be wider and smaller rise.  We just put the outdoor carpet on them this week as Lass was really starting to slip.  Mattie, my ham, is modeling them for us.  Lass is definitely a camera shy BC.. I have come to the conclusion it is the infrared focusing that makes her uncomfortable...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-3054566639050196243?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/3054566639050196243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/07/odds-and-ends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/3054566639050196243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/3054566639050196243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/07/odds-and-ends.html' title='Odds and Ends'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SIxeFncA0TI/AAAAAAAAAhk/9MwsauAFk5M/s72-c/DSC_0134+edit+lucis+frame+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-8966386719264758397</id><published>2008-07-24T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:48.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, The Second Time Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SIh2OMgUhpI/AAAAAAAAAhM/gI7Prmv-XJM/s1600-h/DSC_0116ret_crop_email.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SIh2OMgUhpI/AAAAAAAAAhM/gI7Prmv-XJM/s320/DSC_0116ret_crop_email.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226557353810495122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Aunt and Ira are coming to visit for the next couple of days.  She and her husband Ira are an inspiration. They were married in 2006 after both had lost their spouses. They have spent the last two years traveling and seem to be enjoying themselves so very much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture of them.  I had my camera for all of a month when I shot pictures of their wedding. That is the day I developed a very healthy respect for wedding photographers and I follow several wedding photographer blogs for inspiration.  I will sound like a broken record here, but I just don't have many people to practice on and practice makes perfect... and I am too shy to just shoot people randomly in the streets.  I don't want to be known as that crazy woman with the camera.. Our town has only 1 stop sign and 1 traffic light...so I could easily be spotted and "tagged".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We seem to have a bit of a break in the weather here, actually feels like North Georgia again, so hopefully we can get out and I can show them a bit of our little corner of the world without all of us dripping in sweat..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-8966386719264758397?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/8966386719264758397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-second-time-around.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/8966386719264758397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/8966386719264758397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-second-time-around.html' title='Love, The Second Time Around'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SIh2OMgUhpI/AAAAAAAAAhM/gI7Prmv-XJM/s72-c/DSC_0116ret_crop_email.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-1448701295766158625</id><published>2008-07-19T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:48.218-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Do Cats Rule (and dogs drool)?The Squeek</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SII1KFg904I/AAAAAAAAAgU/X8iba4uudDA/s1600-h/DSC_0002_email.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SII1KFg904I/AAAAAAAAAgU/X8iba4uudDA/s400/DSC_0002_email.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224796965098607490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Squeek - came to us by way of a construction site on the ridge above the cabin.  She has turned out to be the cat I always wanted..more dog like than cat like.. she is a sweetie - and out of the 3 cats - she is more my cat than Cap'n Steve's (take that Cap'n Steve!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was just skin and bones when we got her - but outgoing from day 1..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SII1iidFCjI/AAAAAAAAAgc/J9is5s-Cx7I/s1600-h/P8040005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SII1iidFCjI/AAAAAAAAAgc/J9is5s-Cx7I/s400/P8040005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224797385183791666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, kittens seem to like to camp out on Cap'n Steve..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SII166smKHI/AAAAAAAAAgk/bjDnUcRrv30/s1600-h/P8190022+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SII166smKHI/AAAAAAAAAgk/bjDnUcRrv30/s400/P8190022+edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224797804008188018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with lots of love and lots of food (The Squeek is insatiable - evidently a probable result of having been starved as a very young kitten) - The Squeek now resembles a fat tick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SII2ozltrhI/AAAAAAAAAgs/HI03I2poKCk/s1600-h/P4280001_filtered.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SII2ozltrhI/AAAAAAAAAgs/HI03I2poKCk/s400/P4280001_filtered.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224798592374255122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SII3fhkEkyI/AAAAAAAAAg0/ETf7qFMkI3g/s1600-h/DSC_0060+squeek+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SII3fhkEkyI/AAAAAAAAAg0/ETf7qFMkI3g/s400/DSC_0060+squeek+web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224799532428333858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-1448701295766158625?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/1448701295766158625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/07/do-cats-rule-and-dogs-droolthe-squeek.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/1448701295766158625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/1448701295766158625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/07/do-cats-rule-and-dogs-droolthe-squeek.html' title='Do Cats Rule (and dogs drool)?The Squeek'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SII1KFg904I/AAAAAAAAAgU/X8iba4uudDA/s72-c/DSC_0002_email.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-267739181259285685</id><published>2008-07-12T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:48.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cabin'/><title type='text'>I'm No Martha Stewart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SHin7dN42jI/AAAAAAAAAfw/UXGF17qy6u8/s1600-h/DSC_0181+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SHin7dN42jI/AAAAAAAAAfw/UXGF17qy6u8/s320/DSC_0181+web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222108407833090610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SHiinJh7xTI/AAAAAAAAAfg/M4zouAN0L7g/s1600-h/DSC_0294_res_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SHiinJh7xTI/AAAAAAAAAfg/M4zouAN0L7g/s400/DSC_0294_res_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222102561392936242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a bit more company this weekend than last.  8 people.. Which is fine except that we don't have more than 6 plates/wine glasses and not to mention we can't sleep more than 4 very comfortabley, which is one reason for the guest quarters.  But I guess my friends (more on MY friends vs Cap'n Steve's friends in another post) finally got tired of waiting on the guest quarters and decided this is the right time to visit.  Which is too bad in a way because the quest quarters are just a couple of weeks away from being completed.. Hooray!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to my Martha Stewart comment.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SHijwIEKP6I/AAAAAAAAAfo/iVLAaqr-vi0/s1600-h/DSC_0297_res.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SHijwIEKP6I/AAAAAAAAAfo/iVLAaqr-vi0/s320/DSC_0297_res.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222103815130070946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am no pro at cooking/nesting/entertaining and don't really spend a lot of time fretting over it... but luckily my friends all realize this and still like me.. I feel lucky..I used to go all manic when we have company - I mean really bad - drove Cap'n Steve up the wall.. I have learned to relax a lot and it makes for a much more enjoyable time for me...(and Cap'n Steve).  I usually try to do the food a day in advance (even when my guests graciously bring goodies) and then I usually run the vacuum the morning of the day of arrival... with 5 animals and living on the river bank with lots of sand, it's always a losing battle - but at least it helps initially. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time of year our gladiolas are blooming which is a treat - at least for us.  But somewhere recently I heard them referred to as funeral flowers and now I can't get that phrase out of my head and as I look around at them all over the house I can't help but think about that phrase... ticks me off.. I shot these yesterday very quickly with the P&amp;S (and it shows) but the colors or pretty true - very brilliant with a preponderance of white gladiolas this year &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SHioPhlQlUI/AAAAAAAAAf4/lACUlfSRUp4/s1600-h/IMG_0635+res+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SHioPhlQlUI/AAAAAAAAAf4/lACUlfSRUp4/s320/IMG_0635+res+web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222108752602240322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have these spread all throughout the cabin.. in fact I need to go tend to them and make sure they look fresh for company.. It will be a fun group - lots of laughs and lots of good discussion - I am looking forward to it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-267739181259285685?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/267739181259285685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-no-martha-stewart.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/267739181259285685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/267739181259285685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-no-martha-stewart.html' title='I&amp;#39;m No Martha Stewart'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SHin7dN42jI/AAAAAAAAAfw/UXGF17qy6u8/s72-c/DSC_0181+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-4246283097805667145</id><published>2008-07-09T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:48.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fashionable yet Comfortable Recommendation</title><content type='html'>Okay - I am not known for keeping up on the latest fashions..  I live in the middle of nowhere and combine that with that "woman of a certain age" and well you may want to take this rec with a grain of salt... but believe me - when I find something great - I love to share.. &lt;a href="http://www.sierratradingpost.com/p/6882,95380_teva-olowahu-thong-sandals-mush-footbed-for-women.html"&gt;Teva flip flops with the Mush footbed&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SHTuq5L6yoI/AAAAAAAAAfY/4j79udf4wUY/s1600-h/teva+flip+flop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SHTuq5L6yoI/AAAAAAAAAfY/4j79udf4wUY/s400/teva+flip+flop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221060288701975170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just about everyone who has tried these flip flops loves them.. they are so light - but the sole is made out of something that is difficult to describe - sort of like walking on air.. (but it has arch supports built in)..and they are 13 bucks - granted you do pay shipping - so make that 16 bucks or so with shipping. And believe me they last - I have worn them continuously for the last 3 months and around here that means walking on gravel driveways - yard adventures and all around town (what little we have) - They are the first thing I put on in the morning to take the dogs out and they are just about the last thing I take off.  I have a pair down at the Hudson house too... so if you are looking to treat yourself for a minimal amount - these are great - granted I have never tried the crocks that I know a lot of people are swearing by - but these are so inexpensive - I don't think you can go wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I order them from &lt;a href="http://www.sierratradingpost.com/"&gt;Sierra Trading Post&lt;/a&gt;.. if you aren't familiar with them - they are a pretty good outlet.. they have everything from housewares to outdoor gear and stuff in between... they will bombard you with catalogs - so beware... but we have had great service and deals from them for the last 10 years - and they are easy to deal with when you need to return stuff.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you order these - that you enjoy them and if you don't - well if you wear a 9 - I might buy them off ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-4246283097805667145?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/4246283097805667145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/07/fashionable-yet-comfortable.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/4246283097805667145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/4246283097805667145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/07/fashionable-yet-comfortable.html' title='A Fashionable yet Comfortable Recommendation'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SHTuq5L6yoI/AAAAAAAAAfY/4j79udf4wUY/s72-c/teva+flip+flop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-4168158161261965658</id><published>2008-07-06T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:48.178-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Independance Day - the relaxed way...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SHF7O8xNYAI/AAAAAAAAAdg/fOQDOw0Sc5E/s1600-h/DSC_0010+web20080703_0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SHF7O8xNYAI/AAAAAAAAAdg/fOQDOw0Sc5E/s200/DSC_0010+web20080703_0012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220088939860025346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our life here is very quiet and very relaxed.  We don't have a social life.. period. We have nice neighbors and on rare occasions we will socialize with them, but it is rare.  Which is fine.  Cap'n Steve is not known as a social butterfly.  Me, on the other hand, well I like a bit of socializing.  So when my friends (what few I have) decide to venture up to the cabin, spending the 2-8 hours that it takes to get here (depending on origination point) I get excited.  It is like a breath of fresh air to hang with my girlfriends.  It's a wonderful break for me and the same for them.  So when two of my favorites decided to come up for the 4th... I was thrilled.  Rebecca and Christiane are two sisters that I love dearly and vicariously live a career through each of them.  You might recall my &lt;a href="http://northgagal2.blogspot.com/2008/05/shake-rattle-and-roll.html"&gt;Memorial Day post&lt;/a&gt; about Christiane and I hanging with our buddy the timber rattler... Well Rebecca took a break from doing good in the world and finally made it up this past weekend.  It's been far too long, and she has had a rocky road these past few years, but this spring things started to really look up and now she can look forward.  She looks so great - the best I have seen her look in three years.  These two girls are gorgeous, smart, artistic, smart, caring, smart, insightful, oh did I mention smart?  Spending timing with both of them together is such a treat.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SHF_XkqoPNI/AAAAAAAAAdo/7Er58d5Ovq4/s1600-h/DSC_0107+edit+sfh2+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SHF_XkqoPNI/AAAAAAAAAdo/7Er58d5Ovq4/s400/DSC_0107+edit+sfh2+web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220093486055308498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They arrived on Friday accompanied by their "3rd sister", Cheryl - who loves Marines - and who grew up about 45 minutes from here.  When they arrived we had a beer and loaded the tubes in the truck and off we went to launch for our 2 hour tube trip down our little river.  Drinking beer and slowly floating, keeping cool on a hot summer day.. that's about as far away as you can get from their high pressured careers and there were smiles all around. Coming off the float I made my signature margaritas while they prepped dinner.  These girls can cook.  I have nicknamed them the Silver Palate girls.  They were kind enough to bring up all the fixins for an absolutely wonderful meal.. I am still stuffed... We then took up on the lawn while Cap'n Steve entertained us with a small showing of our leftover fireworks from a couple of years ago.  What fun. Wish we had more - it was a short display... it is so much more fun when you have an audience... I guess I just can't ooh and aaah enough for Cap'n Steve to play pyromaniac just for me..and we didn't really think to go get any...but alas it was a wonderful relaxing day and I do believe everyone sleeps very well here at the cabin.  Most guests choose to sleep on our porch, where they can hear the rapids that are just upstream.  High class camping to say the least! The next day, after saying our goodbyes to Cheryl who headed for her parents, we headed for the Ocoee whitewater center.  We brought our cameras and beverages and enjoyed a beautiful afternoon whatching the rafters and boaters.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SHGCG367tnI/AAAAAAAAAdw/VEjlNkcJzeE/s1600-h/S%26MDoubleTrouble1_res+snap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SHGCG367tnI/AAAAAAAAAdw/VEjlNkcJzeE/s200/S%26MDoubleTrouble1_res+snap.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220096497701074546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really miss running the Ocoee with Cap'n Steve.  We had a lot of fun in our boat. We still run the Nanty a couple of times a year but no more Ocoee... boo hoo.. Also I won't guide our friends down.  I don't feel comfortable doing it, and I would hate to make a bonehead move and hurt someone.. Told the gals next time they came up - we would grab a guide from one of the companies and we would all go down.. so looking forward to that...So here are some shots from the afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These guys must have thought they were out west... an oar rig and no helmets are much more common on western rivers... Eastern rivers are known as narrow and rocky - western rivers are wide and only rocky in the major rapids.  You wear a helmet because the chances are very good that if you come out of the raft or boat - you could easily slam your head on a rock - so brain buckets are standard... usually..These guys also had a dog with them - can you see him?  Remember you can click on the pictures to see a larger version. Nobody said paddlers were smart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SHGDFtT0_YI/AAAAAAAAAd4/LYHzgbPaVGA/s1600-h/DSC_0030+web20080705_0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SHGDFtT0_YI/AAAAAAAAAd4/LYHzgbPaVGA/s400/DSC_0030+web20080705_0010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220097577184460162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SHGDS958hhI/AAAAAAAAAeA/YEqyj1-F8v0/s1600-h/DSC_0029+web20080705_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SHGDS958hhI/AAAAAAAAAeA/YEqyj1-F8v0/s400/DSC_0029+web20080705_0011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220097804977604114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This looks like guide in training or private boat - can't tell for sure - they all have good form and look like they know what they are doing... I am jealous to say the least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SHGE14DWzsI/AAAAAAAAAeI/vu7dmOvMOmY/s1600-h/DSC_0051+web20080705_0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SHGE14DWzsI/AAAAAAAAAeI/vu7dmOvMOmY/s400/DSC_0051+web20080705_0009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220099504213511874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SHICe-V4BAI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/hXBwIUTPbLA/s1600-h/DSC_0055+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SHICe-V4BAI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/hXBwIUTPbLA/s400/DSC_0055+web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220237649229906946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to hike upstream from the whitewater center and decided to stop at this small rapid, seeing how there appeared to be some recent carnage here, we thought there might be some action to come..Rafts pinned and abandoned lead to many tales...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SHGFam2OaYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/dNTDa939wrc/s1600-h/DSC_0072+edit+web20080705_0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SHGFam2OaYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/dNTDa939wrc/s400/DSC_0072+edit+web20080705_0008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220100135250192770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SHGGhSZkscI/AAAAAAAAAeY/v1jhTFr5zwA/s1600-h/DSC_0073+edit+web20080705_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SHGGhSZkscI/AAAAAAAAAeY/v1jhTFr5zwA/s400/DSC_0073+edit+web20080705_0007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220101349532021186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The looks on guides faces were priceless - and the customers going by are wondering WTF?  I can hear those guides now.. spinning some tale... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here lies good ole raft 17 - it was a workhorse until that new guide from Sunburst threw it under the bus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SHGMJKfsreI/AAAAAAAAAfI/3jezWUGehJw/s1600-h/DSC_0083+web20080705_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SHGMJKfsreI/AAAAAAAAAfI/3jezWUGehJw/s400/DSC_0083+web20080705_0002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220107532163132898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, they told me there would be days like this.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SHGL37gW9oI/AAAAAAAAAfA/s8f8EWorhow/s1600-h/DSC_0089+web20080705_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SHGL37gW9oI/AAAAAAAAAfA/s8f8EWorhow/s400/DSC_0089+web20080705_0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220107236081596034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I am glad it was them and not us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SHGLoxNe3uI/AAAAAAAAAe4/ThkhaJEtWFI/s1600-h/DSC_0076+web20080705_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SHGLoxNe3uI/AAAAAAAAAe4/ThkhaJEtWFI/s400/DSC_0076+web20080705_0005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220106975620030178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if they still tipped the guide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SHGLWcF5-rI/AAAAAAAAAew/nNbgHkyRKvg/s1600-h/DSC_0080+web20080705_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SHGLWcF5-rI/AAAAAAAAAew/nNbgHkyRKvg/s400/DSC_0080+web20080705_0003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220106660713462450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SHGLIuIYoSI/AAAAAAAAAeo/ssnVacxRuLg/s1600-h/DSC_0075+web20080705_0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SHGLIuIYoSI/AAAAAAAAAeo/ssnVacxRuLg/s400/DSC_0075+web20080705_0006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220106425037529378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least.. The guide pointing to the raft and talking to his customers.. "Now this is what will happen if you don't do what I tell you- NOW PADDLE FORWARD - HARD"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SHGK8xV0MXI/AAAAAAAAAeg/uDEWurxyzvA/s1600-h/DSC_0079+web20080705_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SHGK8xV0MXI/AAAAAAAAAeg/uDEWurxyzvA/s400/DSC_0079+web20080705_0004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220106219740737906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-4168158161261965658?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/4168158161261965658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/07/independance-day-relaxed-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/4168158161261965658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/4168158161261965658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/07/independance-day-relaxed-way.html' title='Independance Day - the relaxed way...'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SHF7O8xNYAI/AAAAAAAAAdg/fOQDOw0Sc5E/s72-c/DSC_0010+web20080703_0012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-6383805863397498289</id><published>2008-07-01T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:47.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garage apartment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guest quarters'/><title type='text'>All Over but the Groutin'</title><content type='html'>.... well a few more tiles to be laid (and the cleanin' and the sealin') - Cap'n Steve is on a role - make that a mission or maybe he senses the apocalypse - whatever the reason - he is making tracks.. to be fair - he said the tile would go quickly and for the most part it has.  Anyway - some shots of the the WIP ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SGq0FXLAGuI/AAAAAAAAAdY/FOdvT5Y0eD0/s1600-h/DSC_0190+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SGq0FXLAGuI/AAAAAAAAAdY/FOdvT5Y0eD0/s400/DSC_0190+web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218181122474646242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SGqzoPzzVII/AAAAAAAAAdQ/TzdXuBpY8dM/s1600-h/DSC_0191+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SGqzoPzzVII/AAAAAAAAAdQ/TzdXuBpY8dM/s400/DSC_0191+web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218180622282085506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SGqzfF5gFiI/AAAAAAAAAdI/9EHO44MePlc/s1600-h/DSC_0189+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SGqzfF5gFiI/AAAAAAAAAdI/9EHO44MePlc/s400/DSC_0189+web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218180465002812962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SGqzUGCWDJI/AAAAAAAAAdA/rLf8Pvs8AMM/s1600-h/DSC_0186+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SGqzUGCWDJI/AAAAAAAAAdA/rLf8Pvs8AMM/s400/DSC_0186+web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218180276061342866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SGqzH3dIaBI/AAAAAAAAAc4/mofcE54uutk/s1600-h/DSC_0188+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SGqzH3dIaBI/AAAAAAAAAc4/mofcE54uutk/s400/DSC_0188+web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218180065988732946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-6383805863397498289?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/6383805863397498289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/07/all-over-but-groutin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/6383805863397498289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/6383805863397498289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/07/all-over-but-groutin.html' title='All Over but the Groutin&amp;#39;'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SGq0FXLAGuI/AAAAAAAAAdY/FOdvT5Y0eD0/s72-c/DSC_0190+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-784419278815751880</id><published>2008-06-30T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:48.013-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mattie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='australian shepherd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>A Shaved Leg for the Summer Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SGiluYQmR9I/AAAAAAAAAcg/vzfl8oDgZ1s/s1600-h/DSC_0151+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SGiluYQmR9I/AAAAAAAAAcg/vzfl8oDgZ1s/s320/DSC_0151+web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217602384513353682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mat is doing very well after her surgery.  We only had to help her with the steps 2 times, then she was maneuvering them as she did before the surgery.  In fact - she is pretty much using the leg exactly as she did before surgery.  Hopefully as she gets better over the next couple of months she will be putting more and more of her weight on it.  At least that's the plan..  We need to be careful these next several weeks as she starts to feel better on it.  She must not run or trot on that leg..I can see her getting better each day and she is starting to want to trot up to the bunnies in the yard so I guess I better get the leash out....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SGim25O9jKI/AAAAAAAAAco/wwbkEz_GtDw/s1600-h/DSC_0071+mattie+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SGim25O9jKI/AAAAAAAAAco/wwbkEz_GtDw/s400/DSC_0071+mattie+web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217603630315441314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Speaking of bunnies.  It's like &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Watership-Down-Richard-Adams/dp/0380002930"&gt;Watership Down&lt;/a&gt; around here. Not that the bunnies need to leave - but we have many more this year... probably because Cali, our neighbors outdoor cat died last summer, so there has been no major predator.  We have had several tiny guys take up residence in our front shrubs, crepe myrtles and day lillies.  I just can't seem to get a good picture of the little guys... Anyway, it has been a fun season with so many ducklings and bunnies.. now I might not be saying that next year if we decide to do a garden.  I may be cursing those wascally wabbits... but for now, they are welcomed and seem to know it.  One day I hope to get a picture of the rabbits, squirrels and ducks together all having a nibble on the cracked corn we leave out for the ducks...it's a sweet scene...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-784419278815751880?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/784419278815751880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/06/shaved-leg-for-summer-season.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/784419278815751880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/784419278815751880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/06/shaved-leg-for-summer-season.html' title='A Shaved Leg for the Summer Season'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SGiluYQmR9I/AAAAAAAAAcg/vzfl8oDgZ1s/s72-c/DSC_0151+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-1015460623516220652</id><published>2008-06-29T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:48.395-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>Tips for taking group photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SGfB5LN3FHI/AAAAAAAAAcY/QXwWNf7mWBs/s1600-h/group2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SGfB5LN3FHI/AAAAAAAAAcY/QXwWNf7mWBs/s200/group2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217351881339638898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have many people around to practice portrait photography on, and even less opportunity for group portraits.. but I have run across some tips for taking group photos that I am going to try out in the upcoming weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip 1: If shooting pics of people at the dinner table - get your shot set - then tell everyone to look down at their plate, no smiling, and then on the count of three they should all look up at the camera with big smiles on their faces ... that way - you are ready and they have fresh smiles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip2:  When shooting a group - get everyone situated in the position that you want them in, get the camera set..have everyone then leave the position and come to you at the camera, then set the camera timer on and have everyone race back to their positions and smile - you get much more natural looking rosy cheek smiles.. this might be more difficult for a huge group - for for say 10 people or so - should be a hoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip3:  Tell everyone you want to get a picture of them jumping. Get the camera set up and say, ONE TWO THREE……JUMP!!! The picture of everyone up in the air is hilarious, and then, when everyone lands, say, “Ok, real quick, a group shot,” and take it - people will be rosy cheeked and laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip4: for smallish groups, if you can get some height, have everyone lay down head to head - and shoot the group from overhead or if the group is young  have them huddle, with you lying down in the middle - shoot upwords - or have everyone place their arms around each other's waists and lean to one side...that huddling tip won't work for women of a certain age - we never want to see that angle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought these looked like fun and different ways to capture some group photos.. Beware friends who come to visit - I am going to be trying some of these out on us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-1015460623516220652?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/1015460623516220652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/06/tips-for-taking-group-photos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/1015460623516220652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/1015460623516220652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/06/tips-for-taking-group-photos.html' title='Tips for taking group photos'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SGfB5LN3FHI/AAAAAAAAAcY/QXwWNf7mWBs/s72-c/group2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-6786901356097643310</id><published>2008-06-24T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:48.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mattie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>And the Answer Is....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SGFDdS7svMI/AAAAAAAAAcI/mK0S5Wwoq04/s1600-h/DSC_0017+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SGFDdS7svMI/AAAAAAAAAcI/mK0S5Wwoq04/s400/DSC_0017+web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215524014049246402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SGFIyC9GcbI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/qWRAkYr9Ru8/s1600-h/tiger-woods.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SGFIyC9GcbI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/qWRAkYr9Ru8/s200/tiger-woods.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215529868095549874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So What will Tiger Woods and my Mattie have in common this summer?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both will be recuperating from Cruciate Ligament surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Mattie's second surgery for this injury.  She tore her CL 2.5 years ago on her left knee.  She evidently tore her right knee about a month ago, although it was just diagnosed last week.  She has been limping around for several weeks and we all thought it was arthritis.  Then I took her back to my wonderful vet up here (who performed her first surgery) and he took a closer look and confirmed the tear.  X-Rays showed no significant joint arthritis in her hips, a couple of places in her spine (to be expected on older dogs) and he said that when looking at the knee and examining her while she was sedated, the injury appeared to be older than 10 days, which was when I thought she might have been sustained the injury.  In a way I am glad because I thought perhaps she had injured herself in the act of walking, which would be highly unusual. We had the set of X-Rays done after we spoke with our other wonderful vet down in Hudson.  His concern was that if she had injured herself walking, that there was the possibility of something else going on in the leg such as osteosarcoma. Luckily no signs of bone cancer were evident in any of the X-Rays.  I feel so thankful to have wonderful, and I DO MEAN WONDERFUL vets, both up here at the cabin and in Hudson.  I don't know what I would do without them. The recovery is around 4-6 months.  I felt so bad taking her in this morning.  First for not figuring it out sooner, and second, because she seemed to adjust to it very well, with the aid of the miracle drug Rimadyl.  But I have to believe the surgery is the absolute best thing for her, though in the short term it seems like such a torture. I have a lot of sympathy for her.. (and Tiger) - I severed my achilles 11 years ago and it was very painful and a long recovery.  So this summer Tiger and Mattie will be rehabbing... just not together.. (could you imagine?) Oh Well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is included for those who want to know more about Ruptured Cruciate Ligaments in canines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruptured cranial cruciate ligament in dogs (CCL)&lt;br /&gt;Ruptured cruciate, Ruptured ligament, Ruptured anterior cruciate ligament (ACL), Torn ACL, Torn ligament&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Affected Animals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commonly, dogs and humans; less commonly, cats. Obese animals are at greater risk for suffering this injury. In addition, certain breeds of dogs are more susceptible than others to developing a ruptured cruciate ligament. Most commonly, these breeds include the rottweiler and cocker spaniel. The Labrador retriever, German shepherd, mastiff, golden retriever, miniature and toy poodle, Lhasa apso, and bichon frise are likely to suffer from the problem as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overview:A normal dog's knee joint works like a hinge, keeping the animal's leg stable as it bends. When the knee has a ruptured cruciate ligament, the "hinge" becomes loose and no longer functions as effectively. This looseness prevents the knee from maintaining stability of motion. As a result, the dog suffers pain, inflammation, and eventually develops arthritis. This is a very common orthopedic disease in dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a knee injury occurs suddenly -- as it usually does among humans who suffer from injuries to the cruciate ligament due to a skiing, football, or other sports-related accident -- the ligament will tear rapidly. But usually with dogs, the tearing is partial and occurs gradually, resulting in low-level lameness that may improve initially over time. However, progressive injuries can be quite damaging; because of the trauma to the ligament, the knee joint becomes inflamed, leading to arthritis, which only grows worse with continued weight bearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SGFC8t-kYcI/AAAAAAAAAb4/s-YpMQsBcl0/s1600-h/cruciate1_dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SGFC8t-kYcI/AAAAAAAAAb4/s-YpMQsBcl0/s400/cruciate1_dog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215523454373355970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       1. Trochlea of femur&lt;br /&gt;       2. Tibia&lt;br /&gt;       3. Fibula&lt;br /&gt;       4. Cranial cruciate ligament&lt;br /&gt;       5. Caudal cruciate ligament&lt;br /&gt;       6. Lateral meniscus&lt;br /&gt;       7. Medial meniscus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In more severe chronic cases, the "shock absorbers" of the knee -- quarter-moon shaped sections of cartilage called the medial and lateral menisci -- tear or become crushed because of exposure to abnormal stress that occurs when the knee is loose. Animals with this condition often are severely lame and may not be able to put any weight on the affected leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both surgical and non-surgical methods for treatment are available. Generally, dogs have a good chance of recovering normal, or almost normal, movement after surgery, but the arthritis that has occurred already will not be reversible. Additionally, dogs that have ruptured the cruciate ligament on one side are more likely to tear the ligament in the other knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obesity is a major risk factor for this injury and certain breeds of dogs are more likely than others to rupture their ligaments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clinical Signs:&lt;br /&gt;Clinical signs include acute non-weight bearing lameness; chronic progressive lameness; crepitus; pain; decreased range of motion; presence of medial buttress; presence of meniscal click; stifle effusion; thickened joint capsule; positive cranial drawer test; positive tibial compression test; reluctance to sit with normal flexed stifle tucked under the body; and inability to rise or walk if the condition is bilateral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symptoms:&lt;br /&gt;Rear limb lameness, sudden onset lameness that either improves slightly and remains chronic or worsens again. The affected knee may feel thicker than the normal one. The dog may sit with its injured leg held out to the side, rather than tucked up underneath. The lameness should worsen with exercise. The knee may sound "crunchy" when put through a range-of-motion test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Description:&lt;br /&gt;Found in every joint of the body, ligaments are bands of tough, fibrous tissue that hold two or more bones in proper position. One of the ligaments that stabilizes the knee joint when the leg bends and moves is called the cranial cruciate ligament. When this cruciate ligament becomes loose, it is no longer able to ensure stable movement, and damage to the cartilage in the knee joint, leading to arthritis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ligaments are very strong tissues, but once they are damaged, they tend to heal slowly and incompletely. In people, cruciate ligament tears are often the result of rapidly occurring trauma, such as injuries resulting from skiing, football, soccer, and other sports accidents. Although this type of injury can also occur in dogs -- jumping up to catch a Frisbee, for example, can cause rapid trauma -- ruptured cranial cruciate ligament injury in the canine usually occurs progressively, over a period of time. There is often a partial tearing, which may show up as a low-level lameness and appears to improve in days to weeks. This partial tearing sets up inflammation within the knee joint, and the weakened ligament is further damaged with continued weight bearing. Eventually, this leads to complete rupture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to a possible genetic component, some breeds, such as the rottweiller and cocker spaniel, are very prone to this disease. They may have some underlying genetic, conformational, or inflammatory disorder that predisposes the ligament to rupture; their susceptibility to the injury is a topic of research at many veterinary institutions. Obese animals are also at increased risk for this disease. However, dogs of all sizes and breeds can develop ruptured cranial cruciate ligaments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs with a ruptured cranial cruciate ligament in one knee have a 20 to 40 percent chance of injuring the other side, making a full recovery less likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diagnosis:&lt;br /&gt;The diagnosis of a ruptured cranial cruciate ligament usually can be made upon physical examination. Two tests, the positive cranial drawer test, and the positive tibial compression test, will confirm the diagnosis. The positive cranial drawer test, in which the dog's knee is bent slightly and pressure is applied to the bones comprising it, is performed to check for instability within the joint. A positive tibial compression test also assesses the stability of the knee joint; this test may be more sensitive in detecting looseness in heavily muscled dogs. It may be necessary to sedate large dogs before performing the test. When the injury is chronic, the cranial drawer and tibial compression tests may be less effective assessments because their results will be more difficult to evaluate, since the body will have built up scar tissue in the joint capsule in an attempt to limit the abnormal motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the dog's meniscal cartilage -- the knee's "shock absorbers" -- has been torn, the veterinarian may feel a "meniscal click." Thirty to 50 percent of dogs that have knee joints with chronically ruptured cruciate ligaments will experience damage to their cartilage, resulting in arthritis. X-rays can help confirm the diagnosis and give an indication of how much arthritis already is present. This information may be important for determining prognosis. X-rays can also rule out diseases such as rheumatoid arthritis and fractures that may display similar symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally, the veterinarian will obtain and analyze a sample of joint fluid in an attempt to rule out other types of arthritic diseases. However, this procedure usually will not be performed unless there is suspicion that an underlying disease is causing the ruptured cruciate ligament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prognosis:&lt;br /&gt;The prognosis depends on a number of factors. The longer the injury has been present, the more arthritic the joint and the more guarded the prognosis. If the meniscal cartilage is torn, the prognosis is more guarded as well. Obese animals tend to recover more slowly than animals in good shape. Animals with torn cruciate ligaments on both sides take longer to recover than animals with an injury on only one side. Dogs with underlying diseases such as rheumatoid arthritis, lupus, or immune mediated polyarthritis have a decreased prospect for a full recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, animals stabilized with any surgical technique will require three to six months of rehabilitation. After that time, depending on how arthritic the joint was before surgery, they should return to fairly normal activity levels, although they are unlikely to regain 100 percent of their pre-injury function. These dogs may be sore after heavy exercise and occasionally may require pain medication. Athletic animals will have some decrease in function and will be unlikely to return to competition. Hunting dogs may not be able to hunt as frequently or for extended periods of time as they did prior to injury. The TPLO- surgery is purported to be able to return animals to performance levels; however, definitive objective studies have not been published to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transmission or Cause:&lt;br /&gt;The cause can be traumatic, or can occur as a result of chronic inflammation in the knee joint. There may be no known cause to the inflammation. However, the ligament may rupture as a result of the following diseases: medial patellar luxation, a disease in which the kneecap pops in and out of joint; rheumatoid arthritis; lupus; immune mediated polyarthritis; septic arthritis, an infection in the joint; osteochondrosis, which is a cartilage development problem; and problems related to the animal's build or body conformation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs that are obese are much more likely to develop this disease than dogs that are of normal weight. In addition, certain breeds are more prone to developing the disease, especially the rottweiller and cocker spaniel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treatment:&lt;br /&gt;The treatment for this disease can be surgical or non-surgical. Non-surgical management consists of exercise restriction, anti-inflammatory medications, physical therapy and weight loss. These therapies can be effective in very small animals such as cats and dogs weighing less than 15 pounds, although these animals will develop some arthritis, they may regain almost normal function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most veterinarians will recommend surgery for treatment of a ruptured cranial cruciate ligament. The many surgical procedures that are available for treatment can be organized into three basic categories: intracapsular stabilization, extracapsular stabilization, and a patented procedure called the Tibial Plateau Leveling Osteotomy® (TPLO).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intracapsular ligament replacement involves either transplanting tissue from other parts of the dog's body, such as the patellar ligament or fascia lata, into the knee joint. Other options for ligament replacement include a synthetic graft made from materials such as Gore-Tex® or ligament from a tissue bank. The goal of intracapsular ligament replacement is to position the replacement ligament in an anatomically correct configuration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extracapsular stabilization stabilizes the knee joint, using materials such as fascia lata, which is a strong fibrous sheet of tissue surrounding the muscles in the outside of the leg, monofilament nylon or other suture material, or stainless steel wire. Fibular head transposition is an extracapsular technique that allows another ligament in the knee joint, the lateral collateral ligament, to replace the function of the cranial cruciate ligament. These techniques are not performed inside the joint; rather, they function to counteract the instability in the joint by acting in a manner similar to an intact cranial cruciate ligament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tibial Plateau Leveling Osteotomy® (TPLO) is a technique that utilizes a different approach to treating cranial cruciate ligament injury. Rather than trying to oppose the forces acting on the cranial cruciate ligament in the normal knee joint, a TPLO® eliminates these forces -- and thus the need for a cranial cruciate ligament -- by changing the anatomy of the knee joint. This procedure requires that a bone cut be made in the tibia, which is then stabilized with a specialized bone plate. Only veterinarians that have been trained and licensed by the developer of the technique are permitted to perform this surgery. In general, dogs weighing less than 40 pounds are too small for this procedure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are advantages and disadvantages to each of these techniques. The results of these procedures are generally very good; however, some surgeries are more promising than others for complete return to function. There also can be substantial differences in cost and recovery time. A veterinarian can detail these surgical options and further explain the various procedures. Although cruciate ligament surgery can be very demanding, many veterinarians have a great deal of experience and success with these procedures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rehabilitation regimens vary, but most veterinarians recommend range-of-motion exercises, gradual return of activity, swimming, weight reduction, and pain medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prevention:&lt;br /&gt;While prevention of injuries is difficult, there are some factors that can decrease the likelihood of rupturing a cranial cruciate ligament. First and foremost is avoiding obesity. A veterinarian can assess the dog's body condition and provide guidelines for a healthy diet and ideal body weight. Exercise is also important for dogs, just as it is for people, since a daily exercise regimen will lessen the likelihood of injury. Because animals with other orthopedic diseases of the knee joint, such as a luxating patella, may be more prone to cranial cruciate ligament rupture, early surgical correction of such orthopedic problems is an important preventative measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2006 Vetcentric.com, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;All Rights Reserved – Reproduced by permission.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-6786901356097643310?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/6786901356097643310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-answer-is.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/6786901356097643310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/6786901356097643310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-answer-is.html' title='And the Answer Is....'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SGFDdS7svMI/AAAAAAAAAcI/mK0S5Wwoq04/s72-c/DSC_0017+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-5942087094846826886</id><published>2008-06-23T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:48.405-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>I think we all probably know someone who resembles one of these little diddy's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SF_iNzWqb6I/AAAAAAAAAbw/DGOTb_VAsao/s1600-h/poem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SF_iNzWqb6I/AAAAAAAAAbw/DGOTb_VAsao/s400/poem.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215135620269764514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-5942087094846826886?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/5942087094846826886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-think-we-all-probably-know-someone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/5942087094846826886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/5942087094846826886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-think-we-all-probably-know-someone.html' title='I think we all probably know someone who resembles one of these little diddy&amp;#39;s'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SF_iNzWqb6I/AAAAAAAAAbw/DGOTb_VAsao/s72-c/poem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-8624119222692462788</id><published>2008-06-22T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:48.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>The More You Know - The More You Don't Know - Don't  Ya Know</title><content type='html'>I sometimes wish I was in my 20s during this time...but only for one reason.  Photographic Technology and Information.  With the digital age, there is so much information on everything photography related and a lot of it is FREE! It amazes me, and awakens the desire to learn and do more.  I now understand much better what typically goes into most of the photographs that I admire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I look at my pictures, I look to see if there is a photograph there.  Does the picture tell a story, evoke an emotion, or provide a depth beyond 2D. I've come to the conclusion I shoot snaps, once in awhile a photograph, and I can make my snaps look a little "snappier" with the aid of digital darkroom techniques.  I am coming to terms with that. Sadly, but I am.  The more I learn, the more critical of my pics I have become and very few evoke the "I really like that" phrase from me.. I am a bit depressed over this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have small children (or any children for that matter) hanging around.  So much of photography is practice and small kids can make such great subjects.  So I shoot Mattie and the cats (yes I will post on the cats soon) the cabin, flowers etc.,  all the while trying to improve technique.  But I just can't seem to get the emotion to come through the pic.  Cap'n Steve isn't a whole lot a help, though sometimes he can be a kid himself. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SF4_rjMRFBI/AAAAAAAAAbg/8kmuNaYT_TM/s1600-h/DSC_0061_copy+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SF4_rjMRFBI/AAAAAAAAAbg/8kmuNaYT_TM/s400/DSC_0061_copy+web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214675435955229714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SF5A3AxdnxI/AAAAAAAAAbo/RVVo8A32lHE/s1600-h/DSC_0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SF5A3AxdnxI/AAAAAAAAAbo/RVVo8A32lHE/s400/DSC_0027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214676732386058002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                   I take that back - I do have a small child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-8624119222692462788?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/8624119222692462788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/06/more-you-know-more-you-don-know-don-ya.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/8624119222692462788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/8624119222692462788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/06/more-you-know-more-you-don-know-don-ya.html' title='The More You Know - The More You Don&amp;#39;t Know - Don&amp;#39;t  Ya Know'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SF4_rjMRFBI/AAAAAAAAAbg/8kmuNaYT_TM/s72-c/DSC_0061_copy+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-5889544698519628268</id><published>2008-06-20T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:48.377-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mattie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>What do these two have in common this summer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SFukjpWg3XI/AAAAAAAAAbA/5fGQBK2K5A0/s1600-h/rehab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SFukjpWg3XI/AAAAAAAAAbA/5fGQBK2K5A0/s400/rehab.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213941925914140018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as you are pondering this little teaser.. I will take a minute and editorialize a bit.. I will unveil the answer next Wednesday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not just a post about golf or sports in general, but if you don't want to continue reading , I understand. Feel free to go on to something you find much more interesting than my dribble.. my feelings won't be hurt - I promise.. but please do come back.. I will miss you if you don't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay - if you didn't see any of the last two rounds or the playoff round of the US Open (for Golf)- you missed an outstanding show of competitiveness, perseverance, skill, determination, and CLASS on both Tiger and Rocco's parts... it was one of the great sports moments I have ever watched - especially the playoff round.  My hat's off to Rocco Mediate, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SFun0BscyxI/AAAAAAAAAbI/HUcqRKDNw2o/s1600-h/rocco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SFun0BscyxI/AAAAAAAAAbI/HUcqRKDNw2o/s400/rocco.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213945505861389074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and I am sorry that he lost, but if he had to lose to someone, in the fashion that he did, I am sure he must be satisfied that it was to Tiger Woods..In this day and age, I watch the world with jaded glasses. This is something that comes with age as I remember clearly being 20 something and optimistic. I am not pessimistic mind you, but I am dubious of most everything.  Sports stars are paid too much, whine too loud, and overall just not the role models that people make them out to be.  Well these two men make me believe there is a Santa Claus, at least in sports figures. I can remember watching a few events like this. Curt Schilling in game 2 of the 2004 World Series - BoSox vs Cardinals &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SFupM1ttOpI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/vqjP_NqtIxs/s1600-h/curt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SFupM1ttOpI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/vqjP_NqtIxs/s320/curt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213947031653792402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SFuqDLKUNyI/AAAAAAAAAbY/pZhAnHfwqz8/s1600-h/keri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SFuqDLKUNyI/AAAAAAAAAbY/pZhAnHfwqz8/s200/keri.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213947965123868450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and Keri Strug in the 1996 Olympics - which I was fortunate enough to witness in person.  My friend Teresa and I knew we saw something pretty incredible that day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - just wanted to say it's always good to read about or witness events that are uplifting such as these.  Events that show the human spirit at its' best certainly aren't limited to sports. Too bad our political system never even comes close to producing moments such as these. I have to say Al Gore's concession speech in the 2000 election was a rare moment of class in politics and political history, though certainly what lead up to that concession speech was pretty much like a spoiled child trying to get their way. Okay - time to get off the soapbox...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-5889544698519628268?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/5889544698519628268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-do-these-two-have-in-common-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/5889544698519628268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/5889544698519628268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-do-these-two-have-in-common-this.html' title='What do these two have in common this summer?'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SFukjpWg3XI/AAAAAAAAAbA/5fGQBK2K5A0/s72-c/rehab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-3202251989105034372</id><published>2008-06-17T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:48.413-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>A little levity... I don't know about you - but I could use some...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SFhVNtLcNQI/AAAAAAAAAao/rVjSp45yxuo/s1600-h/chicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SFhVNtLcNQI/AAAAAAAAAao/rVjSp45yxuo/s400/chicken.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213010262635590914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Why Did the Chicken Cross the Road?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARACK OBAMA:&lt;br /&gt;The chicken crossed the road because it was time for a CHANGE! The chicken wanted CHANGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHN MC CAIN:&lt;br /&gt;My friends, that chicken crossed the road because he recognized the need to engage in cooperation and dialogue with all the chickens on the other side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HILLARY CLINTON:&lt;br /&gt;When I was First Lady, I personally helped that little chicken to cross the road. This experience makes me uniquely qualified to ensure — right from Day One! — that every chicken in this country gets the chance it deserves to cross the road. But then, this really isn’t about me…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. PHIL:&lt;br /&gt;The problem we have here is that this chicken won’t realize that he must first deal with the problem on ‘THIS’ side of the road before it goes after the problem on the ‘OTHER SIDE’ of the road. What we need to do is help him realize how stupid he’s acting by not taking on his ‘CURRENT’ problems before adding ‘NEW’ problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OPRAH:&lt;br /&gt;Well, I understand that the chicken is having problems, which is why he wants to cross this road so bad. So instead of having the chicken learn from his mistakes and take falls, which is a part of life, I’m going to give this chicken a car so that he can just drive across the road and not live his life like the rest of the chickens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEORGE W. BUSH:&lt;br /&gt;We don’t really care why the chicken crossed the road. We just want to know if the chicken is on our&lt;br /&gt;side of the road, or not. The chicken is either against us, or for us. There is no middle ground here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLIN POWELL:&lt;br /&gt;Now to the left of the screen, you can clearly see the satellite image of the chicken crossing the&lt;br /&gt;road…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDERSON COOPER - CNN:&lt;br /&gt;We have reason to believe there is a chicken, but we have not yet been allowed to have access to the&lt;br /&gt;other side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHN KERRY:&lt;br /&gt;Although I voted to let the chicken cross the road, I am now against it! It was the wrong road to cross, and I was misled about the chicken’s intentions. I am not for it now, and will remain against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NANCY GRACE:&lt;br /&gt;That chicken crossed the road because he’s GUILTY! You can see it in his eyes and the way he walks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAT BUCHANAN:&lt;br /&gt;To steal the job of a decent, hardworking American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARTHA STEWART:&lt;br /&gt;No one called me to warn me which way that chicken was going. I had a standing order at the Farmer’s Market to sell my eggs when the price dropped to a certain level. No little bird gave me any insider information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR SEUSS:&lt;br /&gt;Did the chicken cross the road? Did he cross it with a toad? Yes, the chicken crossed the road, but why it crossed I’ve not been told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRANDPA:&lt;br /&gt;In my day we didn’t ask why the chicken crossed the road. Somebody told us the chicken crossed the road, and that was good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARBARA WALTERS:&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t that interesting? In a few moments, we will be listening to the chicken tell, for the first time, the heart-warming story of how it experienced a serious case of molting, and went on to accomplish its life-long dream of crossing the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARISTOTLE:&lt;br /&gt;It is the nature of chickens to cross the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHN LENNON:&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all the chickens in the world crossing roads together, in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL GATES:&lt;br /&gt;I have just released eChicken2009, which will not only cross roads, but will lay eggs, file your important documents, and balance your check book. Internet Explorer is an integral part of the Chicken. This new platform is much more stable and will never cra………… Reboot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALBERT EINSTEIN:&lt;br /&gt;Did the chicken really cross the road, or did the road move beneath the chicken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL CLINTON:&lt;br /&gt;I did not cross the road with THAT chicken. What is your definition of chicken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLONEL SANDERS:&lt;br /&gt;Did I miss one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DICK CHENEY:&lt;br /&gt;Where’s my gun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AL SHARPTON:&lt;br /&gt;Why are all the chickens white? We need some black chickens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken from one of my favorite food bloggers:  Check out the original post and the comments for even more hilarity: &lt;a href="http://steamykitchen.com/blog/2008/06/03/chicken-cross-road/"&gt;Jaden's Steamy Kitchen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-3202251989105034372?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/3202251989105034372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-levity-i-don-know-about-you-but.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/3202251989105034372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/3202251989105034372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-levity-i-don-know-about-you-but.html' title='A little levity... I don&amp;#39;t know about you - but I could use some...'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SFhVNtLcNQI/AAAAAAAAAao/rVjSp45yxuo/s72-c/chicken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-8147068609326850272</id><published>2008-06-14T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:48.188-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day - Daddy</title><content type='html'>Yes,  I am Southern to the core and don't mind you knowing that..I am a fi...fi...fi..(I still can't say it) something woman who calls her father "daddy"... JEALOUS???   I love tradition... probably would call my mom "mommy" if it didn't sound like I was still.. well we won't go there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my dad doesn't mind me posting this.  He has been a great father, even during the tough times (my hard headedness when it comes to math).  And while we can't pick our parents, I am thankful for both of mine.  I feel like I have their best traits ( and a few of their not so great ones too).  I have been lucky in that my dad and I have shared some wonderful memories, but as I was going through my pictures - I realized I did not have many of them documented.. especially with pictures of the two of us together... for that, I am sorry, and I can remedy going forward.  But Daddy, know that our experiences are wonderful pictures in my memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you,&lt;br /&gt;m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SFUiNwxjUtI/AAAAAAAAAUM/EIpxd81MhTs/s1600-h/Father%27s+day+card+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SFUiNwxjUtI/AAAAAAAAAUM/EIpxd81MhTs/s400/Father%27s+day+card+2008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212109763577598674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SFRoCeVuhzI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ZKS3kZYXNTE/s1600-h/Father%27s+day+card+2008+-+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SFRoCeVuhzI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ZKS3kZYXNTE/s400/Father%27s+day+card+2008+-+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211905060487726898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SFRoKdC3n-I/AAAAAAAAAUE/v1EPjeIE-bE/s1600-h/Father%27s+day+card+2008+-+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SFRoKdC3n-I/AAAAAAAAAUE/v1EPjeIE-bE/s400/Father%27s+day+card+2008+-+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211905197579149282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-8147068609326850272?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/8147068609326850272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-father-day-daddy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/8147068609326850272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/8147068609326850272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-father-day-daddy.html' title='Happy Father&amp;#39;s Day - Daddy'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SFUiNwxjUtI/AAAAAAAAAUM/EIpxd81MhTs/s72-c/Father%27s+day+card+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-1086785280842269239</id><published>2008-06-12T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:47.903-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garage apartment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guest quarters'/><title type='text'>Guest Quarters - Another Peak</title><content type='html'>Finally making good on some more pics of the guest quarters.  Here are a few of the bathroom.  I know, how exciting.  Between vacuum cleaner posts and bathrooms, it's a wonder I have friends and family left reading my dribble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is pretty much the bathroom in all its' glory..Cap'n Steve did some nice first time work in here.. the tile, the cabinets and the frame around the mirror.  I have a decorating problem with the slanted wall - which also is at the other end of the living space (kitchen/dining area). I think I will be able to deal with it - I have a few ideas. But remember, I am decoratingly challenged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SFHMUtF5S2I/AAAAAAAAASs/k4DbXDIxPh4/s1600-h/DSC_0031+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SFHMUtF5S2I/AAAAAAAAASs/k4DbXDIxPh4/s400/DSC_0031+web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211170899918146402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also this space is not so cramped like you see in a lot of suites.  I remember all of the B&amp;amp;B's we have stayed in and many of them had bathrooms you could hardly turn around in.  Not to mention most EU baths.. eeeeuuuuwwww.  We do have lots of cabinet space in here and in the suite itself. I will answer the inevitable question of "Why do you have so much cabinet space?" at a later date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SFHNvTOcr8I/AAAAAAAAAS8/_46vR5_Kx94/s1600-h/DSC_0035+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SFHNvTOcr8I/AAAAAAAAAS8/_46vR5_Kx94/s400/DSC_0035+web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211172456342794178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought Cap'n Steve did a very nice job with the mirror frame.  I am going to get him to make some frames for some of my photographs, once he finishes this project. Heaven knows I don't want to impede progress.  There is light at the end of the tunnel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SFHNdxce5iI/AAAAAAAAAS0/23_1ekP1-_8/s1600-h/DSC_0030+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SFHNdxce5iI/AAAAAAAAAS0/23_1ekP1-_8/s400/DSC_0030+web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211172155217077794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there are a few things left, which the Cap'n will be making; like towel holders and a tp holder from tree branches... but we are pretty good to go here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a shot of a couple of closet doors and some latches that Cap'n Steve designed.  The handle of the latch is carved from tree branches... He's really good at that kind of thing.. who knew?..I hope when he is done with this project, he will fix the bifold closet doors in the 2nd and 3rd bedrooms of the cabin..let's see we have been in the cabin for 9 years now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SFHO0CWNOoI/AAAAAAAAATE/M3BmY__mekQ/s1600-h/DSC_0043+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SFHO0CWNOoI/AAAAAAAAATE/M3BmY__mekQ/s400/DSC_0043+web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211173637222906498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I didn't have the appropriate lens on to shoot the handle/latches but you can get an idea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SFHPIv0fz-I/AAAAAAAAATM/h0Y1-uwMWRg/s1600-h/DSC_0041+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SFHPIv0fz-I/AAAAAAAAATM/h0Y1-uwMWRg/s400/DSC_0041+web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211173993026932706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I have an update on the kitchen.  Many of you know I decided to do curtains for most of the lower cabinets instead of doors... I think it will turn out okay.  We have  branches for rods.. and here's my first stab.. they aren't hemmed and completely pressed, but they give a pretty good idea...Also something funky with the color here - but it's late and I am not in the mood to mess around with the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SFHP9j-EWyI/AAAAAAAAATU/E-91oSGgbFM/s1600-h/DSC_0028+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SFHP9j-EWyI/AAAAAAAAATU/E-91oSGgbFM/s400/DSC_0028+web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211174900378917666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a pic with the curtain/door open:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SFHR6UT7YaI/AAAAAAAAATc/JxFaW_h5iAc/s1600-h/DSC_0029+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SFHR6UT7YaI/AAAAAAAAATc/JxFaW_h5iAc/s400/DSC_0029+web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211177043659284898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And two final pics of the kitchen as it is today.. Steve will start the tile next week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SFHSRYgOIfI/AAAAAAAAATk/Y_XeWcNcKVo/s1600-h/DSC_0046+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SFHSRYgOIfI/AAAAAAAAATk/Y_XeWcNcKVo/s400/DSC_0046+web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211177439921578482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SFHTD0o0lXI/AAAAAAAAATs/6QQOtu62DPs/s1600-h/DSC_0142+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SFHTD0o0lXI/AAAAAAAAATs/6QQOtu62DPs/s400/DSC_0142+web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211178306467304818" 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/3692517388112294276-1086785280842269239?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/1086785280842269239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/06/guest-quarters-another-peak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/1086785280842269239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/1086785280842269239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/06/guest-quarters-another-peak.html' title='Guest Quarters - Another Peak'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SFHMUtF5S2I/AAAAAAAAASs/k4DbXDIxPh4/s72-c/DSC_0031+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-8382059992643918071</id><published>2008-06-11T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:48.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Winner (?) Is?</title><content type='html'>There's probably nothing much more mundane than vacuuming... yet if you have animals and children, you usually have to do it more than once a week, unless of course you have help, in which case, I slightly envy you. But I like not having to work right now - so springing for help for stuff that I can do is not in the budget.. Not when there are geeky things to buy like cameras and lenses, and photoshop plugins, and Australian Shepherd puppies (non geeky thing).. but I digress..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago I emailed some friends who have animals and/or kids and asked for their recommendations.  Three came back with Miele.. of which I am so out of it, I had never heard of before, and others came back with the usual suspects... we looked at all recommendations and chose NONE of them... well Cap'n Steve chose none of them.  I have gone through several vacuums over the last several years (all while my oldie but goodie Bissel upright managed to hang in there).  Having two homes necessitates two vacuums, I went to war with a Hoover upright and currently have a bagless Bissell upright in Florida that I am not stoked about..So after reading the reviews on consumer reports and taking into consideration friends recommendations I left the final decision up to Cap'n Steve, who vacuums maybe twice a year, more if I am traveling for a contract... I secretly wanted the Miele, but at 800 bucks I wanted a new lens or camera more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SFA1XsgKc1I/AAAAAAAAASY/od9T_YszNNc/s1600-h/IMG_0607+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SFA1XsgKc1I/AAAAAAAAASY/od9T_YszNNc/s400/IMG_0607+web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210723450066989906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We chose this Hoover based on consumer reviews (not on consumer reports).  We will see how long it is before I can tear this one up..Any bets?  Cap'n Steve says I am hard on equipment... I beg to differ..It seems good at this point.. It is much quieter than the uprights, so Lass doesn't go into a tizzy when I am vacuuming now.  The suction and pulling up dog hair seems very good and I like the fact that I can control the suction.. The power head seems a bit heavy - but it is definitely livable. I always wait and reserve judgment for 6 months to a year down the road.. I didn't mention to Steve that one of my friends who has a Miele had a Hoover and had to have the motor rebuilt 3 times before they finally got their Miele...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-8382059992643918071?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/8382059992643918071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-winner-is.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/8382059992643918071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/8382059992643918071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-winner-is.html' title='And the Winner (?) Is?'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SFA1XsgKc1I/AAAAAAAAASY/od9T_YszNNc/s72-c/IMG_0607+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-1533674728667964712</id><published>2008-06-10T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:48.423-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cabin'/><title type='text'>Good thing I love the color green....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SE8R9EljVBI/AAAAAAAAARg/JDUzn2DCWio/s1600-h/DSC_0011+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SE8R9EljVBI/AAAAAAAAARg/JDUzn2DCWio/s400/DSC_0011+web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210403034791891986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one thing about North Georgia - it is GREEN  most of the year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am no master gardner - but we do have a few flowers around the place that I thoroughly enjoy. And they are starting to pop.. We have our day lillies that provide some nice oranges: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SE8TBqhq8sI/AAAAAAAAARo/BJkWTBzt6BE/s1600-h/DSC_0006+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SE8TBqhq8sI/AAAAAAAAARo/BJkWTBzt6BE/s400/DSC_0006+web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210404213207265986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SFGx0IFXzII/AAAAAAAAASk/NWvgZNm11yw/s1600-h/DSC_0053+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SFGx0IFXzII/AAAAAAAAASk/NWvgZNm11yw/s400/DSC_0053+web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211141752925703298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our sick Hollyhock is giving it a good try..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SE8Vabim5hI/AAAAAAAAASI/T54dAPM5F2Y/s1600-h/DSC_0023+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; float: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SE8Vabim5hI/AAAAAAAAASI/T54dAPM5F2Y/s400/DSC_0023+web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210406837704648210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really should be producing something splendid like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SE8akIvLiII/AAAAAAAAASQ/u8IqNfDVLco/s1600-h/DSC_0080_ret+framed+res.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SE8akIvLiII/AAAAAAAAASQ/u8IqNfDVLco/s400/DSC_0080_ret+framed+res.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210412502013937794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our first Gladiola is blooming - we should have a bumper crop this year. Finally after 5 years of these beautiful flowers, I have purchased appropriate vases.  I am looking forward to using them instead of my old wine carafes and pitchers: Yes it does take me awhile to get around to some things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SE8UhB2YUZI/AAAAAAAAAR4/LB2ildwZF1k/s1600-h/DSC_0015+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SE8UhB2YUZI/AAAAAAAAAR4/LB2ildwZF1k/s400/DSC_0015+web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210405851555713426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SE8UodqsykI/AAAAAAAAASA/zgZvNy4Mu_c/s1600-h/DSC_0020-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SE8UodqsykI/AAAAAAAAASA/zgZvNy4Mu_c/s400/DSC_0020-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210405979282000450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-1533674728667964712?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/1533674728667964712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-thing-i-love-color-green.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/1533674728667964712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/1533674728667964712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-thing-i-love-color-green.html' title='Good thing I love the color green....'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SE8R9EljVBI/AAAAAAAAARg/JDUzn2DCWio/s72-c/DSC_0011+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-3191682878557919527</id><published>2008-05-26T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:48.346-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Shake Rattle and Roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SDrfMQJhnQI/AAAAAAAAAQg/7lbZjEfwG8A/s1600-h/DSC_0293+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SDrfMQJhnQI/AAAAAAAAAQg/7lbZjEfwG8A/s400/DSC_0293+web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204717720966372610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorial Weekend..This has been the first weekend of good weather - Warm (but not too) and Sunny - slight breeze... Just what the holiday Gods ordered..(my sympathies to thos e who experienced Mother Nature's fury in the midwest).  One of our extended family, Christiane (I consider her and her sister, Rebecca, to be family)made it up for a a couple of days of R&amp;R away from the hustle and bustle of her life in the city.  Unfortunately Ms. Rebecca had to go to Romania on business, but I expect to see her return to the cabin in the near future.  These ladies have been absent way too long...So I had a playmate for a couple of days.  It was sooooo good.. C and I decided to take the raft out and sip beer(s) and float for a couple of hours, soaking up the sun,the solitude and catching up on all things C &amp; R and NorthGaGal...  When we got to the put in, we encountered a Private Property sign and had to figure another approach.. so we decided to do a launch from the bridge - well, a modified launch..but the raft performed admirably...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SDrhnAJhnTI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ZWQtS8vPj9o/s1600-h/DSC_0296+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SDrhnAJhnTI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ZWQtS8vPj9o/s400/DSC_0296+web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204720379551128882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and off we went.. our little river is perfect for a float,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unlike the Ocoee and Nantahala where we need our skills to get us through...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SDrhHAJhnSI/AAAAAAAAAQw/MGd_B9olHEs/s1600-h/nantymemorialres+snap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SDrhHAJhnSI/AAAAAAAAAQw/MGd_B9olHEs/s400/nantymemorialres+snap.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204719829795314978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SDrg7AJhnRI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Rw1wOML6n68/s1600-h/S%26MDoubleTrouble1_res+snap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px ;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SDrg7AJhnRI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Rw1wOML6n68/s400/S%26MDoubleTrouble1_res+snap.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204719623636884754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the big event was our hike on Sunday.. a wonderful jaunt in the Cohuttas that gave us a close encounter of the nature kind... We were walking on the narrow trail and I was in front and I glanced down and saw this bad boy all stretched out, skipped a step, pointed down, told C to lookout and we both skipped right by Mr. Big Bad Snake...I went back for his picture and we had evidently startled him as much as he had us, he started coiling, and I was trying to get the P&amp;S out of the pack.. and I knelt down to take a shot and man he started to rattle that tail.. YEP No mistaking who he was - a rattler... whoa nelly.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SDrlZAJhnUI/AAAAAAAAARA/ubfMBpaFtkU/s1600-h/IMG_0583+crop+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SDrlZAJhnUI/AAAAAAAAARA/ubfMBpaFtkU/s400/IMG_0583+crop+web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204724537079471426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember you can click on the picture to see it a bit larger.. &lt;br /&gt;C is yelling at me to get away and I am trying to get my knees to move, damn this getting old... where was my lightning speed, (did I ever have lighting speed, must have been dreaming that capability) Anyway - I thanked Mr. Rattler for his cooperation and we high tailed it (no pun intended) on down the trail well outside of striking distance and we both looked at each other and went OH WOW.. It was ironic as we had just been talking about the debate of carrying cell phones and guns when hiking on the AT - and we talked about how you get hurt hiking, ankles, knees and SNAKE BITES... whoaaaa almost too coincidental.. but Mr. Rattler definitely was the talk of a wonderful hike.. C, I enjoyed the weekend so much, looking forward to the next one and I will keep sipping on those mango margaritas (hey it worked they were perfect!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-3191682878557919527?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/3191682878557919527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/05/shake-rattle-and-roll.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/3191682878557919527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/3191682878557919527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/05/shake-rattle-and-roll.html' title='Shake Rattle and Roll'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SDrfMQJhnQI/AAAAAAAAAQg/7lbZjEfwG8A/s72-c/DSC_0293+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-6977764869922872595</id><published>2008-05-15T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:47.893-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garage apartment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guest quarters'/><title type='text'>Long Overdue Guest Quarters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SCw5Tytd5wI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5LGLUf_VOxQ/s1600-h/garage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SCw5Tytd5wI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5LGLUf_VOxQ/s400/garage1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200594681898854146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SCw5Bytd5uI/AAAAAAAAAQI/FeoVcHX-Kt0/s1600-h/garage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SCw5Bytd5uI/AAAAAAAAAQI/FeoVcHX-Kt0/s400/garage2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200594372661208802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have said to all, "I will put some pics up of the garage" and I haven't done it.. I don't know why I haven't done this. I can seem to get pics up of everything else but this ongoing project... For those who aren't familiar (is there anyone in my circle of family and friends who isn't familiar with this saga?) we built a 3 bay garage in 2003 with a 2/1 living area above.  Here's the basic layout..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SCwzFytd5pI/AAAAAAAAAPg/9Fcovw43CxI/s1600-h/garageflrpln.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SCwzFytd5pI/AAAAAAAAAPg/9Fcovw43CxI/s320/garageflrpln.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200587844310918802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been Cap'n Steve's project since the beginning, per his wishes..  When I married him, I had no idea he was more than handy.  He may have kept that to himself as he knew I had a rather difficult situation with home building BS (BS is Before Steve - but you could insert the other more common vernacular here also).  So finally , the end is in sight.  Of course he said that last year.. but his timetable does not exist to match my desires. plus I am worried when he finishes...what will he do??? Where will he go? I just hope it's not in my hair...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - thought I would give you a little peek of what is to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kitchen - in all of it's beginning glory..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SCw3xytd5qI/AAAAAAAAAPo/2rLzDJ54KLY/s1600-h/garage+kitchen1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SCw3xytd5qI/AAAAAAAAAPo/2rLzDJ54KLY/s400/garage+kitchen1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200592998271674018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how we left it last Winter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SCw3-Std5rI/AAAAAAAAAPw/INrAG1tMyy0/s1600-h/garage+kitchen2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SCw3-Std5rI/AAAAAAAAAPw/INrAG1tMyy0/s400/garage+kitchen2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200593213020038834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Cap'n Steve is putting on the finishing touches.. Here are a couple - wooden handles/knobs he bent and carved himself, taken from trees here on the property. He really does a nice job on these..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SCw4tStd5sI/AAAAAAAAAP4/v6HsGt7By9Q/s1600-h/garage+klitchen3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SCw4tStd5sI/AAAAAAAAAP4/v6HsGt7By9Q/s400/garage+klitchen3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200594020473890498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SCw43Ctd5tI/AAAAAAAAAQA/gckyaVT5E74/s1600-h/garage+kitchen4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SCw43Ctd5tI/AAAAAAAAAQA/gckyaVT5E74/s400/garage+kitchen4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200594187977615058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next post will be the bathroom...stay tuned - hopefully the grand unveiling will be within a month or so.. just in time for a visit from Chris and a special someone... I can't wait..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-6977764869922872595?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/6977764869922872595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/05/long-overdue-guest-quarters.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/6977764869922872595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/6977764869922872595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/05/long-overdue-guest-quarters.html' title='Long Overdue Guest Quarters'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SCw5Tytd5wI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5LGLUf_VOxQ/s72-c/garage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-3219271063727818542</id><published>2008-05-11T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:48.001-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mattie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='australian shepherd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cabin'/><title type='text'>A Love Affair From the Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SCeeJCtd5lI/AAAAAAAAAPA/3WeDaVXUSxw/s1600-h/mattie4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SCeeJCtd5lI/AAAAAAAAAPA/3WeDaVXUSxw/s320/mattie4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199298173006112338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you know Mattie, one of the two remaining dogs that seems to tether Cap'n Steve and myself to home.  Now she doesn't do that by any conscious effort on her part, we seem to make that decision on our own.  But she is THE dog... She is MY dog.. She is THE Mattie.. an 11 yo Australian Shepherd that is huge, at least as female Aussies go.  She is the apple of my eye, the "chosen child", the bossiest dog, the loyal companion, my love.  She is fodder for the camera and my eternal practice of depth of field..since I have no small children to practice with, she suffices and is willing to do so, thanks in no small part to several obedience classes! She is smart, and unfortunate for her, and me, she was the first dog I ever really trained.  We did obedience and agility and she was a quick study at both.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SCeeTStd5mI/AAAAAAAAAPI/QWIL-zsl8Uw/s1600-h/mattie3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SCeeTStd5mI/AAAAAAAAAPI/QWIL-zsl8Uw/s320/mattie3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199298349099771490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She loved the frisbee and tennis ball and still does, but a torn ACL 2 years ago has put an end to those days. When I first laid eyes on the cabin, my first thought was not of our desires for a home out of the city, but how great this would be for the dogs (4 at the time, 2 corgis, Lass the BC, and Mattie). She spent the first several years in the river.  She could not be outside playing without taking a dip or two. She was 2 when we purchased the cabin, and they seemed meant for each other.  She chased rabbits, geese and turkeys, made peace with ducks and squirrels..She barks at passers by on HER river, letting them know that she sees them  and they are on "her turf".  Her days now are pretty content to hang around the groomed areas (4.5 acres), even staying loyally by my side as I do my chores.  She loves summer as it brings the wild blackberries that she pulls from the thorny vines with ease.  She relishes fall because it brings wild cherries which she gorges on until we make her come in, as we try to avoid the inevitable regurgitation of 10 too many cherries. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SCefCytd5oI/AAAAAAAAAPY/fxp1xsYRyBY/s1600-h/Mattie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SCefCytd5oI/AAAAAAAAAPY/fxp1xsYRyBY/s320/Mattie1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199299165143557762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is showing the signs of aging.  Her stiffness in the cool damp mornings  has me feeling sorry for her.  As I reach for Ibuprofen for myself, I check to see if she is in need of Ascriptin or Rimadyl.  Rimadyl, now there is the drug of choice in our home.. When Tucker (numero Uno Corgi) began using it 6 or so years ago for his arthritis, and I got my dog back, so to speak.. I have been buying in bulk ever since.. Bogey (numero dos Corgi) was on it for 3 years, and Lass has been on a daily regime for the last year.  I pop Mattie a Rimadyl on the really cold evenings/mornings, but as summer approaches and the weather warms, she will be fine without - at least for this season.. I fully expect within a year or so for her to be on the daily regime of this  miracle drug.  She will be the last to go of the dogs, and probably in the not too distant future.  I can't imagine this place without her, but hopefully for me I won't have to for awhile.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SCeenCtd5nI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/6voDUgOql4E/s1600-h/mattie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SCeenCtd5nI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/6voDUgOql4E/s320/mattie2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199298688402187890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-3219271063727818542?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/3219271063727818542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-affair-from-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/3219271063727818542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/3219271063727818542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-affair-from-beginning.html' title='A Love Affair From the Beginning'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SCeeJCtd5lI/AAAAAAAAAPA/3WeDaVXUSxw/s72-c/mattie4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-873369722646587409</id><published>2008-05-03T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:48.032-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>A Breathe of Fresh Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SBx4cFYq_bI/AAAAAAAAANQ/bzCQXBlxL0I/s1600-h/DSC_0094+copy+edited+winslow+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SBx4cFYq_bI/AAAAAAAAANQ/bzCQXBlxL0I/s400/DSC_0094+copy+edited+winslow+web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196160493956038066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This really should be titled &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Coming Up For Air&lt;/span&gt;.. That's what it feels like.  Arrived back at the cabin a month ago and have been working the contract big time, finally over the hump this week and should be back to my normal part time work for the foreseeable future.. knock on wood.  The first month or so that I am back at the cabin is usually spent getting the weeds under control, mulching the flower beds and recovering from the pollen bombardment.  Things settle down by mid May.  I have on the agenda to work on the photography.  Cap'n Steve should be finished with the garage apartment in the next month or so and I am looking at photographs to print and use as art work.  Mainly ones of the area, specifically of the cabin, but some others as well.  I have these two that I think will make nice framed prints.  The Apple Blossom shown here was taken last week when our apple trees were in bloom. Post processed to give a softer look.  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3241/2461845726_36a2af0413_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3241/2461845726_36a2af0413_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this picture, to the right, I came across last night - post processed it again and fell in love all over. It looks better when you click on it and open it larger. This is from my dear friends Allen and Linda's lovely home in Athens. I photographed their place on a visit last fall.   My favorite people in the world,  Linda (and Allen), Debra and Rebecca all have such wonderful decorating taste.  I love to go visit them as their homes are a haven.  I, on the other hand, seemed to be decoratingly challenged.  I see it like gambling for myself, you have to be able to afford to lose.  And I just don't have the money to make decorating mistakes.  I can buy software, photography accessories and overall geek stuff with confidence, but ask me to buy something for the house and I go into major panic attack and can't decide on anything. Too many choices...but I guess that's kind of what life is about.. the yin yang if you will. Oh well - we certainly don't live in a dump, but I could use a little - make that a lot of help to spruce the houses up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-873369722646587409?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/873369722646587409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/05/breathe-of-fresh-air.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/873369722646587409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/873369722646587409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/05/breathe-of-fresh-air.html' title='A Breathe of Fresh Air'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/SBx4cFYq_bI/AAAAAAAAANQ/bzCQXBlxL0I/s72-c/DSC_0094+copy+edited+winslow+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-7806820452913910353</id><published>2008-03-31T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:48.442-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sailing'/><title type='text'>The End of the Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R_GCmiOs8AI/AAAAAAAAAMw/_jDbpf2_E2Q/s1600-h/boatoutawater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R_GCmiOs8AI/AAAAAAAAAMw/_jDbpf2_E2Q/s400/boatoutawater.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184068244615262210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title sounds like some socialite affair.  Well I am anything but a socialite, but I am social, just not lite, and they (the socialites) never invite me to their shindigs..but we had our own going on.. We pulled Gulleywhumper II out for the season. Nothing like sitting in one place having all kinds of things attaching to her bottom.. We could have someone dive her once a month, but really, she is small enough that we can bring her out and that helps prolong the life of the hull too.  So pulling her out is really not a big deal. But never having witnessed something like this before - it was pretty interesting , in a low key kind of way...It did allow us to see our one boo boo of the entire season.  On our last sail, it was getting late and had taken us twice as long to get back as to go out, such is the nature of sailing.  Anyway - we were getting close, we could see the channel markers and we thought, shoot we only need 3.5' of water, surely we could come into the channel a bit short, basically meaning cut across and enter the channel a couple of markers in from the end of the channel.  It would save us a bit of time.  Well there are evidently 3 kinds of sailors: those who have run aground, those who will and those who lie about not running aground.  We are now part of the run aground club.  It is super shallow around here, they call it skinny water. Thus why we have a 2.5 mile channel.. luckily when we hit the obstruction (aka ROCK) we skimmed over it and didn't hurt anything too drastic, but in put an ugly gash in her concrete keel which we will put a layer of fiberglass over the area that took the direct hit.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R_GH7SOs8CI/AAAAAAAAANA/1m3YhSFf2fo/s1600-h/IMG_0525+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R_GH7SOs8CI/AAAAAAAAANA/1m3YhSFf2fo/s200/IMG_0525+web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184074098655686690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cap'n Steve knew right away what had happened.  Was very cool about the whole thing and immediately turned us around and we headed out to the end of the channel markers and came in through the channel.  Taught us a lesson for sure, can't skimp on the channel, even with high tide.  Luckily nothing more serious didn't happen to us.. because we are just day sailing we don't have a radio or depth finder on board.  We are looking at purchasing a portable GPS - but basically we just carry the cell phone with us.  We see the tow boats going out and they bring in boats, mainly power boats.. I am sure glad we didn't have a more serious situation.  And luckily Cap'n Steve was at the helm..cool calm and collected while I am sweatin' bullets..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-7806820452913910353?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/7806820452913910353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/03/end-of-season.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/7806820452913910353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/7806820452913910353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/03/end-of-season.html' title='The End of the Season'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R_GCmiOs8AI/AAAAAAAAAMw/_jDbpf2_E2Q/s72-c/boatoutawater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-2865010435671741426</id><published>2008-03-31T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:48.108-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='border collie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corgi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Our Old Dog(s)</title><content type='html'>We're going through some difficult times with our dogs these past few years.  They have aged and are passing on leaving us with fond memories and holes in our hearts.  When the animals come into our home, it's never with the thought that they will exit in somewhat the same succession as they came in, but they do.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R_EVsyOs79I/AAAAAAAAAMY/r6Tg_YNVu1c/s1600-h/t%26b+scan+res.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R_EVsyOs79I/AAAAAAAAAMY/r6Tg_YNVu1c/s200/t%26b+scan+res.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183948505222016978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First it was Tucker, the best dog in the world, who left us at age 16, close to 4 years ago, then Bogey, who at 16 departed (after hanging on to three and 1/2 legs for 3 years).. gosh it's been 15 months now.  The  remaining dogs, Lass, the camera shy BC is 15 or 16 - I can never remember exactly unless I look at her papers, and Mattie - who is now 11.  Lass pretty much spends all day sleeping now. She's an "under" dog - prefers to sleep under things if she can.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R_EWMCOs7-I/AAAAAAAAAMg/iXwq8ECKZ6Q/s1600-h/IMG_0527+copy+Lass+Web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R_EWMCOs7-I/AAAAAAAAAMg/iXwq8ECKZ6Q/s200/IMG_0527+copy+Lass+Web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183949042092928994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  The sign of a true old dog is sleeping all the time. She still loves her dinner and her treats of which we now freely give her.  When we first came to Florida, for the winter,4 years ago, she would easily walk a couple of miles every Sunday with us to get the Sunday paper.  Now she barely walks the shortened walks we call poop and pee.. The winters down here have been a godsend for her.  We are convinced it has prolonged her life along with arthritis drugs.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R_EW4SOs7_I/AAAAAAAAAMo/PfftZ1-mPIM/s1600-h/DSC_0030_mod+Lass+Web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R_EW4SOs7_I/AAAAAAAAAMo/PfftZ1-mPIM/s200/DSC_0030_mod+Lass+Web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183949802302140402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The vets all gush what great shape she is in for an old dog, but we see a marked deterioration this season.  Lass, Kiki and Squeek are getting ready for the journey back up to the cabin on Saturday. Cap'n Steve left this past Saturday with Mattie and Mo. It's getting tougher for her to ride in the car the 9+ hour trip.  I hate this part.The deterioration. I love these animals so much. I can take comfort that we provide a loving home for them and can afford luxuries like top notch vet care and winter homes, but the human I am, I want the things I can't give them, unlimited time with good health.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-2865010435671741426?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/2865010435671741426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/03/our-old-dogs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/2865010435671741426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/2865010435671741426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/03/our-old-dogs.html' title='Our Old Dog(s)'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R_EVsyOs79I/AAAAAAAAAMY/r6Tg_YNVu1c/s72-c/t%26b+scan+res.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-7424535229255591052</id><published>2008-03-26T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:48.048-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball'/><title type='text'>Baseball in the Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R-ufWyOs7tI/AAAAAAAAAKI/EU6kDCE7jck/s1600-h/IMG_1415+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R-ufWyOs7tI/AAAAAAAAAKI/EU6kDCE7jck/s320/IMG_1415+web.jpg" border="5" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182411010009263826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's a suprise that the Braves and the Phillies got their spring training game in.. My dad and I thought we would mix it up a bit this year and I got tickets for here in Clearwater (Phillies spring training home)- it was a very wet day.. built for water foul (pun intended!) - daddy and I had fab seats - go figure.. I left both cameras in the car - but he brought his - so I shot a few.. and he shot a couple of me... Daddy is trying his halloween costume for next year - a vision in orange, don't ya know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am modeling my new extravagant purchase - &lt;a href="http://www.tilley.com/home.asp?countryCode=US"&gt;A tilley hat &lt;/a&gt;- &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R-ufoCOs7uI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/dnGR_zfCv_4/s1600-h/IMG_1418+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R-ufoCOs7uI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/dnGR_zfCv_4/s200/IMG_1418+web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182411306362007266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; those who know me and know I love to shop the thrift stores, you will be surprised I forked over the buckaroos for this lovely piece of head wear.  I did it for sailing and because I do love to wear a hat and ball caps just don't have the allure to me they once did. For those who don't know about Tilley's - they were originally designed by some guy for sailing - they float, they are fitted to your head, they are washable, crushable and come with a guarantee.. these hats are 'da bomb... I know I can't believe I paid this for a hat - but it will be worn a lot - from mowing at the cabin to sailing in the Gulf.. and everything in between..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah - this is a post about baseball in the rain.. here are a few shots...These were taken with my Dad's Canon S2IS - nice little camera except can't go more than 400 on the ISO (at least that I could figure out) Shot on manual - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R-uhKCOs7wI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Ao1-VJuEuSE/s1600-h/IMG_1442+copy+res+lucis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R-uhKCOs7wI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Ao1-VJuEuSE/s400/IMG_1442+copy+res+lucis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182412989989187330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I post processed this shot - I really like it - I think it looks like a classic old style baseball picture.. Baseball really is timeless.  When you look at the photographs - pros or kids - they could be just about from any year - sometimes the crowd shots look a bit dated - but only slightly - as a background - they don't change.  Wood Bats, Baseball stands - the game - a nice constant in a world that prides itself on moving all of the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R-umtyOs70I/AAAAAAAAALA/3n0myp8OkYc/s1600-h/double+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R-umtyOs70I/AAAAAAAAALA/3n0myp8OkYc/s400/double+pic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182419101727649602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R-ujXyOs7xI/AAAAAAAAAKo/advvTeMPiIM/s1600-h/IMG_1430+copy+res.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R-ujXyOs7xI/AAAAAAAAAKo/advvTeMPiIM/s400/IMG_1430+copy+res.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182415425235644178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-7424535229255591052?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/7424535229255591052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/03/baseball-in-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/7424535229255591052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/7424535229255591052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/03/baseball-in-rain.html' title='Baseball in the Rain'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R-ufWyOs7tI/AAAAAAAAAKI/EU6kDCE7jck/s72-c/IMG_1415+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-6576743566750482747</id><published>2008-03-12T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:48.356-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animoto'/><title type='text'>Fun With My Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;object wmode='transparent' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' data='http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/46928cc51133af17/47d87ddf11904c2c' quality='high' height='250' width='432' id='W47d87ddf11904c2c'&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'/&gt;&lt;param value='http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/46928cc51133af17/47d87ddf11904c2c' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;param value='' name='scaleMode'/&gt;&lt;param value='all' name='allowNetworking'/&gt;&lt;param value='always' name='allowScriptAccess'/&gt;&lt;param value='' name='flashvars'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Ok - you probably don't hang in facebook or myspace - which is where I think this app is getting popular - but if you like to have fun with your pics - check out &lt;a href="http://www.animoto.com"&gt;animoto&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-6576743566750482747?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/6576743566750482747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/03/fun-with-my-pics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/6576743566750482747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/6576743566750482747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/03/fun-with-my-pics.html' title='Fun With My Pics'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-1514610149611121263</id><published>2008-03-01T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:48.059-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Food Weakness - In Search Of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R-r88iOs7qI/AAAAAAAAAJw/2aQUdIoCaOg/s1600-h/IMG_0476+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R-r88iOs7qI/AAAAAAAAAJw/2aQUdIoCaOg/s400/IMG_0476+web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182232438153997986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This post was originally written about a month ago - but slacker me is just now getting around to publishing it .. I guess I am not cut out to be a daily or even a weekly blogger...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching my whole adult life for it.. I think I have found it.. at least as close as I am ever going to relive the pleasure I had so many years ago as a child.  It has the power to transport me back in time, to when I was young (6-10 yo) and with my maternal grandparents in Gulfport, Mississippi.  I remember going crabbing with my grandmother, playing in wonder on my grandfather's shrimp boat, eating catheads and buttermilk for breakfast, drinking coffee with lots of milk, picking rockychaws (those little prickly stickers found around sand) out of my feat as I crossed over the highway to get to the beach.  Have I piqued your interest?  Do you have something that is your own little time machine? Think about it.  What is it... Is it a smell?  Is it a picture? Is it a piece of clothing?  Okay - for me, it's   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R8qvmByG1lI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FYOI4lRfwP0/s1600-h/gumbo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R8qvmByG1lI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FYOI4lRfwP0/s200/gumbo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173140189836924498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Grandmother's Gumbo.  I search every restaurant's menu for the offering, trying it and being dissapointed. But I believe I have found it, in none other than my "back yard" so to speak.  My dear friend Debra, who originally hails from Shreveport, and is a fabulous cook, makes THE best gumbo since my grandmother's.  While visiting her last weekend we went to a Gumbo cook off so she could scout out the competition, as she was thinking about entering one of these competitions.  They have Chili cook offs, Bar-b-q cookoffs and on the Gulf Coast, it's GUMBO... I was in heaven.. or at least I thought I was... some of the so called GUMBO's in that competition had no resemblance to what I grew up loving. Not only was it fun to try about 15 different Gumbos, many of the competitors decked themselves out in "Themes",, which I know Debra was eyeing because she love's herself a good dress up opportunity...The experience was fun, and the gals that won were low on style but big on taste and personality.  They were similar in style to Debra's gumbo, but their rue tasted a bit chalky...I believe Debra will enter one soon and I plan on being there to help cheer her on... Maybe the secret ingredient in Gumbo is something I provide.  Could it be love? The love I had for my grandmother and the love I have for a dear friend...Some pics of the contestants..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R-r8ZSOs7pI/AAAAAAAAAJo/18m0om4VQJQ/s1600-h/IMG_0490-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R-r8ZSOs7pI/AAAAAAAAAJo/18m0om4VQJQ/s400/IMG_0490-web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182231832563609234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R-r8UCOs7oI/AAAAAAAAAJg/K-T8z3W5v-I/s1600-h/IMG_0488+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R-r8UCOs7oI/AAAAAAAAAJg/K-T8z3W5v-I/s400/IMG_0488+web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182231742369296002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R-r8NyOs7nI/AAAAAAAAAJY/RdcUw09QGVY/s1600-h/IMG_0485+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R-r8NyOs7nI/AAAAAAAAAJY/RdcUw09QGVY/s400/IMG_0485+WEB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182231634995113586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R-r8GSOs7mI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/e4nn5X0SA_o/s1600-h/IMG_0480+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R-r8GSOs7mI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/e4nn5X0SA_o/s400/IMG_0480+web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182231506146094690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R-r7-yOs7lI/AAAAAAAAAJI/tLsvUbW9VkM/s1600-h/IMG_0478+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R-r7-yOs7lI/AAAAAAAAAJI/tLsvUbW9VkM/s400/IMG_0478+web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182231377297075794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-1514610149611121263?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/1514610149611121263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/03/food-weakness-in-search-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/1514610149611121263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/1514610149611121263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/03/food-weakness-in-search-of.html' title='Food Weakness - In Search Of...'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R-r88iOs7qI/AAAAAAAAAJw/2aQUdIoCaOg/s72-c/IMG_0476+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-1414790198395673611</id><published>2008-02-01T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:48.451-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canon sd800'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sailing'/><title type='text'>Everybody is 'shoppin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R-1ftSOs72I/AAAAAAAAALg/JnQ_VQ_ng50/s1600-h/shoes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R-1ftSOs72I/AAAAAAAAALg/JnQ_VQ_ng50/s200/shoes.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162020618322431842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To shop or not to shop... No It's not Carrie Bradshaw contemplating a purchase of a new pair of shoes.. To Shop is now one of the new verbs in our popular culture meaning To Photoshop.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R-1f9iOs73I/AAAAAAAAALo/pEfqSfPrM3c/s1600-h/box_photoshop_cs3_150x150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R-1f9iOs73I/AAAAAAAAALo/pEfqSfPrM3c/s200/box_photoshop_cs3_150x150.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162022916129935218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just about every picture you see in the media, from the cover of magazines, to photo journalism and now down to lowly little ole me.., that picture has made it's way through Photoshop. It dawned on me in high school, that if my photography was ever going to look "different", I better learn dark room techniques and procedures.  And I knew that wasn't going to happen, so I pretty much put down the camera.  Then I purchased my first digital camera about 7 years ago, realized the darkroom had gone digital and the internet was chock full of help for photographers from lighting and composition to digital darkroom instruction. My interest was rekindled.  I've not spent much time shooting pictures this last year.  I have spent a lot of time viewing excellent (and mediocre) photographs and digital manipulation examples trying to learn and to figure out "my style".  How I want my pictures to look.. my "different" desire.  I still haven't figured it out.  Maybe I just don't have any talent and the best I can hope for is to make my snaps look the best they can.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R-1gIyOs74I/AAAAAAAAALw/QJbNr02Sy84/s1600-h/capn+steve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R-1gIyOs74I/AAAAAAAAALw/QJbNr02Sy84/s400/capn+steve.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162049892819521410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above is pretty much a classic Photoshop retouch with a little secret ingredient thrown in.. I likey.. especially the subject...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R-1gOSOs75I/AAAAAAAAAL4/nihOsp92Ai4/s1600-h/arts+fartsy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R-1gOSOs75I/AAAAAAAAAL4/nihOsp92Ai4/s400/arts+fartsy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162050098977951634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above photo is a Photoshop retouch, taking out the offending line, and increasing color saturations and blowing out the highlights - which seems to be favy amongst the wedding photographer crowd these days.  I likey - but it really just enables a blah photo to be a "wow" photo... not sure I really want to see something like this blown up and looked at for years too come.. Don't look too close - I didn't spend much time taking out the line...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW - for those interested.. these were taken with my little P&amp;S; a Canon SD800.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R6NNVB5Zz6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/o2Z1tful09I/s1600-h/canonsd800_71mpdigitalcamera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:right; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R6NNVB5Zz6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/o2Z1tful09I/s200/canonsd800_71mpdigitalcamera.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162054621578514338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a sweet little thing that is fun for snaps.. I haven't become comfortable enough on the boat yet to bring out the DSLR, but I will soon and will enjoy using the 10-20 ultra wide in this challenging space of the GullyWhumperII.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R6NOTR5Zz7I/AAAAAAAAAIs/TpKeSxGt2hk/s1600-h/IMG_0430+copy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R6NOTR5Zz7I/AAAAAAAAAIs/TpKeSxGt2hk/s320/IMG_0430+copy2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162055691025371058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-1414790198395673611?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/1414790198395673611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/02/everybody-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/1414790198395673611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/1414790198395673611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/02/everybody-is.html' title='Everybody is &amp;#39;shoppin&amp;#39;'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R-1ftSOs72I/AAAAAAAAALg/JnQ_VQ_ng50/s72-c/shoes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-1503383199118202729</id><published>2008-02-01T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:48.168-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sailing'/><title type='text'>Blue Skies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R6MkNh5Zz0I/AAAAAAAAAH0/hrB6w9a46c0/s1600-h/IMG_0443+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R6MkNh5Zz0I/AAAAAAAAAH0/hrB6w9a46c0/s400/IMG_0443+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162009412752756546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These last few days have been what I term, "Chamber of Commerce" weather.  Lukewarm (mid 70's), abundant sunshine and mild breezes.  Florida markets this stuff like it used to market a glass of Florida Orange Juice. We watch the weather like a hawk now, looking for just the right mix to go for a sail. And yesterday was it.  It was perfect.  I had to pinch myself a couple of times. A little work in the morning, a quick trip to the Chiropractor (a quack??), take the puppies out, and out the door at 12:30 and launch at 1:10. Hard to beat that, unless of course you had money coming out your ears and other openings.. and could afford that home on the beach and walk across the street to where you keep your boat on an inland canal... maybe my next life..But for right now this is pretty darn good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-1503383199118202729?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/1503383199118202729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/02/blue-skies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/1503383199118202729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/1503383199118202729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/02/blue-skies.html' title='Blue Skies'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R6MkNh5Zz0I/AAAAAAAAAH0/hrB6w9a46c0/s72-c/IMG_0443+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-6847873330338223675</id><published>2008-01-31T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:48.070-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sailing'/><title type='text'>Sailin Shoes..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R6KE3B5ZzyI/AAAAAAAAAHk/vnlf33j8Hyg/s1600-h/IMG_0453+copy+lucis+shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R6KE3B5ZzyI/AAAAAAAAAHk/vnlf33j8Hyg/s400/IMG_0453+copy+lucis+shoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161834203856883490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Looking at this photo brings to mind the Little Feat song Sailin' Shoes.. &lt;br /&gt;"You've got to put on your sailin shoes&lt;br /&gt;Put on your sailing shoes&lt;br /&gt;Everyone will start to cheer&lt;br /&gt;When you put on your sailin' shoes" - We're cheering.. fur sure.. So.. We have been out on dear GullyWhumperII several times now and it keeps getting better each time.  We get more comfortable... make that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; get more comfortable each time. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R6KGqR5ZzzI/AAAAAAAAAHs/UagKF9YaQxE/s1600-h/IMG_0451+copy+lucis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R6KGqR5ZzzI/AAAAAAAAAHs/UagKF9YaQxE/s400/IMG_0451+copy+lucis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161836183836806962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cap'n Steve is definitely the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;OLD&lt;/span&gt; salt.  He's not known for his patience, and I have tried it on occasion, but we both have pretty big grins by the end of the sail.  Wouldn't you know , November and December had perfect sailing weather, we buy a boat the beginning of January and old man winter comes to visit Florida..Who knew there could be too much wind?..Wait we have a home in Hurricane Country, let me explain.  When you're a green horn like me, too much wind means 15-20mph...  mix that with a little cool weather, and a few rainy days (not to mention I DO work a little bit - don't faint..) and poof, there blows the  planned sail, as fast as the wind can take it. (I foresee many puns and metaphors with this sailing talk)  I am getting more comfortable doing the basic tasks of raising and lowering the mainsail and jib and do okay with the trimming of sails. I can even sail a bit. (do you really have to walk before you sail?)  Where I really seem to need help and the Cap'n loses his patience is pointing the boat straight into the wind and keeping it there. That is Sailing's equivalent to treading water.  You want the boat to chill... just hang out .. trouble is the wind likes to push you around (imagine that?) and I invariably push back the wrong way and "we lose it"... AAAARGG - .. I better watch out or I might have to turn in 'my sailin' shoes'..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-6847873330338223675?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/6847873330338223675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/01/sailin-shoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/6847873330338223675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/6847873330338223675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/01/sailin-shoes.html' title='Sailin Shoes..'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R6KE3B5ZzyI/AAAAAAAAAHk/vnlf33j8Hyg/s72-c/IMG_0453+copy+lucis+shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-7562660233589445877</id><published>2008-01-25T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:48.159-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>For My Son</title><content type='html'>Know that I am very proud of you and that every word in this clip shouts your name to me. Love,m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid='clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000' codebase='http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=7,0,19,0' width='435' height='407' title='Our.Marines.com'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://video2-our.marines.com/player/MarinesPlayer_emb.swf?pre=&amp;file=vid-13135-commercial_os.flv&amp;pgPath=/cms_content/show/type/blog/id/169&amp;src=external&amp;gen=1' /&gt;&lt;param name='quality' value='high' /&gt;&lt;param name='allowScriptAccess' value='always' /&gt;&lt;embed src='http://video2-our.marines.com/player/MarinesPlayer_emb.swf?pre=&amp;file=vid-13135-commercial_os.flv&amp;pgPath=/cms_content/show/type/blog/id/169&amp;src=external&amp;gen=1' quality='high' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' width='435' height='407' allowScriptAccess='always'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-7562660233589445877?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/7562660233589445877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/01/for-my-son.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/7562660233589445877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/7562660233589445877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/01/for-my-son.html' title='For My Son'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-5430560922556839875</id><published>2008-01-21T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:48.460-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sailing'/><title type='text'>From Shakedown to Maiden Voyage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R5VF4wwO-BI/AAAAAAAAAHc/lDJE7Od4gcs/s1600-h/IMG_0429+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R5VF4wwO-BI/AAAAAAAAAHc/lDJE7Od4gcs/s400/IMG_0429+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158105789684971538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murphy's Law: Things will go wrong in any given situation if given a chance....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the weather has not cooperated.  We did a shakedown sail of the boat two weeks ago.  Everything went well, except the weather has gone downhill since then.  Gone are our sunny 80 degree light wind days replaced with very windy weather.  You would think wind would be our best friend but it has to be the "right" wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Shakedown was sans camera.  I forgot to bring it.  Like me forgetting I had the P&amp;amp;S with me when my dad and I were in the DAL simulators....  Doug, the manager at the marina put her in the water for us, we loaded the kicker on her and off we went...It took us about 40 minutes (against the wind) to go about 2.5 miles through the channel out into the gulf. The kicker is by no means a powerhouse... but it is light and I should be able to mount it by myself.  I do believe I had a smile on my face the entire  sail.  Cap'n Steve was a gentleman the entire trip, even as he was raising the jib and I screwed up and got us out of "irons" which meant he raised the jib while the wind was blowing it against him... not a fun exercise.. but hey - at least he didn't go for a swim... I worry about his center of gravity...anyway - raising the jib will most likely be my responsibility in the not too distant future if I don't tick off the Cap'n and he continues to allow me to sail with him..after all this is HIS boat....  So tomorrow looks good for the maiden voyage...We went to the marina today to check on GWII as we had a nasty storm here Saturday night and everything looks good.. so without further ado.. Here she is..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R5VE0AwO-AI/AAAAAAAAAHU/tCD0emHafe0/s1600-h/IMG_0430+copy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 446px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R5VE0AwO-AI/AAAAAAAAAHU/tCD0emHafe0/s400/IMG_0430+copy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158104608568965122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have 'shopped her name on.. we are going to be "trying on" some fonts over the next few weeks to see what works best.. What do you think? Cap'n Steve is thinking maybe drop the Hudson, FL.  - I don't know - it's like advertising RedneckVille, Fl...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-5430560922556839875?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/5430560922556839875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/01/from-shakedown-to-maiden-voyage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/5430560922556839875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/5430560922556839875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/01/from-shakedown-to-maiden-voyage.html' title='From Shakedown to Maiden Voyage'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R5VF4wwO-BI/AAAAAAAAAHc/lDJE7Od4gcs/s72-c/IMG_0429+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-8810737794703452359</id><published>2008-01-06T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:48.469-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sailing'/><title type='text'>The Odyssey Begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4E5SgwO91I/AAAAAAAAAAc/oXSo-JC5c3s/s1600-h/DSC_0029+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-width: 2px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4E5SgwO91I/AAAAAAAAAAc/oXSo-JC5c3s/s320/DSC_0029+web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152462438881228626" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We Finally Did It&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a sailboat!  She's a day cruiser.. with some years on her (much like me) but she is in very good shape (here's where I must admit she's in better shape than I am, though I am working on it again Mom!).  She's a shorty, 19' Com-Pac with tiller. Made here in Clearwater.  A boat with a great rep.  We're naming her the Gullywhumper II. I can't tell you how excited I am.  For those who have known me awhile, you know that I have always wanted to sail.. Back in the early 80's I tried like crazy to get friends together to charter a boat with captain and crew down in the islands, with no luck.  In the mid 90's I took some sailing classes (basic, celestial navigation etc..) in Atlanta/Lake Lanier with the idea I would take a year off and part of that year was to be spent crewing on one of those vacation yachts down in the islands.  I met MDH and we went to Nepal instead...not a bad trade off... but still the desire remained..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4E5wAwO92I/AAAAAAAAAAk/d4VrK_2wvQw/s1600-h/Cocktails+and+Dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-width: 2px; margin: 0pt 1pt 0px 0px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4E5wAwO92I/AAAAAAAAAAk/d4VrK_2wvQw/s320/Cocktails+and+Dreams.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152462945687369570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MDH and I got ASA certified in Basic Keelboat/ Basic Coastal/Bareboat  Chartering in 2002 on a wonderful Catalina 30. It was a great boat to get certified on and to let us know what may lie in store for the future, when we're down to 1 dog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4E-UwwO93I/AAAAAAAAAAs/nc0BlpY6mDo/s1600-h/Nantahala+June+16+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-width: 2px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4E-UwwO93I/AAAAAAAAAAs/nc0BlpY6mDo/s320/Nantahala+June+16+copy.jpg" alt="Gullywhumper I" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152467975094073202" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, back to Gullywhumper II... I will try and post our adventures in sailing here..Those who remember when I would want to strangle MDH in the raft (affectionately known as the Gullywhumper I) as we were getting our river legs on the Ocoee/Nantahala might note I anticipate "smoother sailing" (I couldn't resist!) with him here as he definitely has much more sailing experience than moi and I will very much take the student role until I get my sailing legs...but you never know, I can be quite the hard head..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is located at the marina that is nearest to us here in Hudson and right next to our favorite place for beer, Hudson Beach.  How convenient is that?  We purchased her from the marina's owner who had her for over 10 years.  He's got to be in his 70's and he took wonderful care of her.  She has just had her bottom sanded and painted, if only I could do that with my bottom!  We are getting slip space in the water for 125.00/month less than the going rate around the area here. Maybe a perk from the owner?  MDH is off to West Marine. I am sure it will soon be a regular stop like Wal Mart.  He will grab some sailboat wax and will wax her over the next couple of days and we should be sailing by next weekend..Door to Gulf should be 1 hour or so... not bad if I say so myself...She should be the ideal boat for my learning experience.  Okay I must stop or else I will lose friends and family!!! If you are interested in the Odyssey, bookmark this page or subscribe to the rss feed and I hope I can provide a laugh or two...and maybe even some pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-8810737794703452359?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/8810737794703452359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/01/odyssey-begins.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/8810737794703452359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/8810737794703452359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2008/01/odyssey-begins.html' title='The Odyssey Begins'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4E5SgwO91I/AAAAAAAAAAc/oXSo-JC5c3s/s72-c/DSC_0029+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-2431344657243472031</id><published>2007-08-13T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:48.096-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball'/><title type='text'>A Tradition Continues:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BrJWmumZTNo/RgiQjzEFQ7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/5tFgSgjGwZE/s1600-h/DSC_0104+res.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BrJWmumZTNo/RgiQjzEFQ7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/5tFgSgjGwZE/s320/DSC_0104+res.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046442327145792434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My dad introduced me to baseball about 40 years ago.  I can remember going to my first professional ball games at about 9 years old in Minneapolis.  The Twins of the day had &lt;a href="http://www.harmonkillebrew.com/"&gt;Harmon Killebrew&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johnny_Roseboro"&gt;John Roseboro&lt;/a&gt;.  Why did those players stand out? Well Killebrew became a legend and Roseboro lived in our apartment complex in &lt;a href="http://www.cityofmound.com/"&gt;Mound, Minnesota&lt;/a&gt; (on &lt;a href="http://www.lakeminnetonka.com/History.html"&gt;Lake Minnetonka&lt;/a&gt;).  Anyway we have been going to spring training games for the Atlanta Braves for the last 8 years or so.  It's been a fun rite of spring.  Great weather, a 1st class ball park (&lt;a href="http://disneyworldsports.disney.go.com/dwws/en_US/venues/detail?name=VenueTheBallparkatDWWSStadiumVenueDetailPage2"&gt;Disney Wide World of Sports&lt;/a&gt;) and the beloved Braves, along with Hot Dogs and Beer make for a wonderful relaxing way to spend time with my father.  He too, was a shutter bug in his younger days, and now has embraced digital point and shoot  with ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to become better at photographing action sports, along with birds in flight.  One of the nice things with my dslr is the 3fps (3 frames per second) though sometimes I think I would like 5 (or more) like the "big boys" have, but until I max out the camera capabilities I will continue with my "lowly" 3 fps.  What does FPS have to do with shooting sports?  It allows you to capture the subject in sequence and come up with some shots like you see the from pros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BrJWmumZTNo/RgiR8DEFQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LMXyqpgElj0/s1600-h/DSC_0136+crop+res.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10pt 10px 0px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BrJWmumZTNo/RgiR8DEFQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAs/LMXyqpgElj0/s320/DSC_0136+crop+res.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046443843269247938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Take the snap to the left:  I think the objective to a good action sports snap is to show the athleticism and grace at the same time.  I definitely need practice  getting  subjects  in focus and in positions that show their athleticism and grace. The light was not my friend this day,  nor were our seats, but once a leftie came up I had to make the best of the situation.  (Remember you can click on the picture and it will bring up a larger more detailed version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were also treated to a special event.  After the game they let the kids run the bases.  Well we know kids make for some of THE best photographs, and having none of my own, I try to take advantage of the opportunities to shoot kids being kids.  These days you really can't point your camera at a kid because everyone is afraid the picture will wind up on the internet in some sordid way.  What a sad state of affairs, but I very much understand this and I don't typically point my camera at kids unless everyone is pointing their cameras at the kids...  I have a series of 4 that I want to share if I can:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BrJWmumZTNo/Rgl4FzEFRDI/AAAAAAAAABk/QpSQL7pX6RI/s1600-h/DSC_0166+res.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BrJWmumZTNo/Rgl4FzEFRDI/AAAAAAAAABk/QpSQL7pX6RI/s320/DSC_0166+res.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046696898447361074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BrJWmumZTNo/Rgl4WzEFREI/AAAAAAAAABs/XSdY_fENAaQ/s1600-h/DSC_0167+res.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BrJWmumZTNo/Rgl4WzEFREI/AAAAAAAAABs/XSdY_fENAaQ/s320/DSC_0167+res.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046697190505137218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uh Oh, who's this behind me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BrJWmumZTNo/Rgl4sTEFRFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/PJ33dAuvhqg/s1600-h/DSC_0168+res.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BrJWmumZTNo/Rgl4sTEFRFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/PJ33dAuvhqg/s320/DSC_0168+res.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046697559872324690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not moving!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BrJWmumZTNo/Rgl44TEFRGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/_ax3EFvF5fc/s1600-h/DSC_0169+res.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BrJWmumZTNo/Rgl44TEFRGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/_ax3EFvF5fc/s320/DSC_0169+res.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046697766030754914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom? R U gonna take the picture?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the alignment of the pictures - I'm not an html whiz and blogger doesn't easily help you do these types of postings.  Remember, for any picture you see on my blog - just click on it to see a larger, more detailed version.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-2431344657243472031?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/2431344657243472031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2007/08/tradition-continues.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/2431344657243472031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/2431344657243472031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2007/08/tradition-continues.html' title='A Tradition Continues:'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BrJWmumZTNo/RgiQjzEFQ7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/5tFgSgjGwZE/s72-c/DSC_0104+res.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-5509875973740141108</id><published>2007-08-13T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:47.990-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='australian shepherd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cabin'/><title type='text'>My World and Welcome To It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BrJWmumZTNo/Re6_59Th8FI/AAAAAAAAAAc/LRRAReEsq84/s1600-h/cabin+crop.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039176035504091218" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BrJWmumZTNo/Re6_59Th8FI/AAAAAAAAAAc/LRRAReEsq84/s400/cabin+crop.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture. To me it epitomizes my world, which I dearly love. Our 8.5 acres borders on a small peaceful river. The cabin is small and cozy. And the room this place has is dog heaven. The first time I saw it I said, "if it was half as good on the inside as it was on the outside, it was ours".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is taken with an extreme wide angle (10mm digital which is equiv to 15mm in film slr). I love that wide angle, though you have to be careful with your composition or you get very mundane shots. Wide angle landscapes should have an interesting subject in the foreground without distracting your eye from the grandness of the 'scape. I think I accomplished this. Mattie, our aussie, is such a good model and a natural ham in front of the camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-5509875973740141108?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/5509875973740141108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-world-and-welcome-to-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/5509875973740141108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/5509875973740141108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-world-and-welcome-to-it.html' title='My World and Welcome To It'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BrJWmumZTNo/Re6_59Th8FI/AAAAAAAAAAc/LRRAReEsq84/s72-c/cabin+crop.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692517388112294276.post-4899304646445894020</id><published>2007-08-13T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:42:48.079-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Inaugural Posting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BrJWmumZTNo/Re3x-9Th8DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5xSsuQ2XZEo/s1600-h/DSC200612191406222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038949622008115250" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: right; width: 207px; height: 197px;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BrJWmumZTNo/Re3x-9Th8DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5xSsuQ2XZEo/s320/DSC200612191406222.jpg" border="0" height="177" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I like the pictures I take and I want to remember why I liked them. It might be a fleeting moment. I am shy about posting my pictures publicly as I know they are not technically perfect, but if they elicit emotion from me, then I am happy. I take pictures for myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoy taking pictures of our animules, so amongst the hard core photography crowd, one of my favorite subjects is de rigeur...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture is of our newest cat (kitten) who literally jumped out of the gutter and into my arms. Moe (as in one Mo' kitty) is quite the devil amongst our menagerie of two dogs and two other cats. He has provided new poses for my collection.. The smallness of this space doesn't do this picture all the justice it deserves. I love the detail in the eyes, fur and tongue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unless asked, I won't get into what I shoot with. It's about the picture, not the gear. And for those who know about this stuff, I usually don't strip my exif info.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome aboard. I hope you enjoy the ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3692517388112294276-4899304646445894020?l=northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/feeds/4899304646445894020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2007/08/inaugural-posting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/4899304646445894020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3692517388112294276/posts/default/4899304646445894020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://northgeorgiagal.blogspot.com/2007/08/inaugural-posting.html' title='Inaugural Posting'/><author><name>North Georgia Gal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06424289688253070069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qv-41zrsrJI/R4FiCAwO96I/AAAAAAAAAGk/v7OaA5yKUM8/S220/baby1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BrJWmumZTNo/Re3x-9Th8DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5xSsuQ2XZEo/s72-c/DSC200612191406222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
