tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9315776089685176482024-02-22T09:54:17.638-10:00Pocket Edward's Hawaiian AdventuresJameehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178515930395205006noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931577608968517648.post-20321045185844586362010-01-28T20:51:00.003-10:002010-01-28T21:15:37.114-10:00Homesick<div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>::Editors Note-</strong> <em>Hello my fellow bloggers! Sorry for the long gap between posts. Things started to really pick up towards the end of last semester and my winter break wasn't much to remember. My aunty that has been battling cancer for 10 years almost passed away a few weeks ago. She is doing fine for now, but they have stopped all treatments and will let the cancer run its course. Then last week my dog had an infection that spread to her pancreas and at one point we thought we were going to loose her. Thanks to all the prayers, she is doing fine and is back to her rascal self</em><strong>.::</strong></span></span></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </div><div> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#666666;">It's been a while since I've checked in with you ladies. It's also been a while since I have been home as well. I was beginning to feel a bit homesick, and Jamee told me she knew of a place that would make me feel as if I was back in Forks, Washington.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Things looked promising as we headed out on our journey.</span></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhoS-CY6Ccj39mdMm_C5WhgWvYeXdT4cQRv6juEcYMQyyKs-5j8_ft6k4UKytV3lM7STh3vMdenF058xWLShtuNdn9XHD3CKtI59yK0RfLwLpbtygCOgz2k0QsEPsfJag_KTo6kScjHF0/s1600-h/DSCN4069.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432052718050087266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhoS-CY6Ccj39mdMm_C5WhgWvYeXdT4cQRv6juEcYMQyyKs-5j8_ft6k4UKytV3lM7STh3vMdenF058xWLShtuNdn9XHD3CKtI59yK0RfLwLpbtygCOgz2k0QsEPsfJag_KTo6kScjHF0/s400/DSCN4069.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center"><strong>As we stepped out of the car, Jamee told me that we were at the Pali Lookout.</strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzj9OWGcGGjmRnGYQ3gtKp5toqwLzTzWRv44NA5fUFpEDtTgW4R4CNtST3K5v-j8djmJ2ocaN513Whb2D-vaE0_aKGLT_lVReGepcEpQPs97sdpc4oh__9X9VoJ1FXofvugTuNon0-btA/s1600-h/DSCN4071.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432052727839549282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzj9OWGcGGjmRnGYQ3gtKp5toqwLzTzWRv44NA5fUFpEDtTgW4R4CNtST3K5v-j8djmJ2ocaN513Whb2D-vaE0_aKGLT_lVReGepcEpQPs97sdpc4oh__9X9VoJ1FXofvugTuNon0-btA/s400/DSCN4071.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center"><strong>I enjoyed my time up on the Koolau Mountains. It did feel like I was back home.</strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRie5DNXRwb8anmoBGUCwSMG4DqJDN2fUtSe7pbCCQ-ciGA29TMV2tyVTPhWdhH_Ii0rXnMIpqKrNB2bqSAC1w17N_DJ0V8lAuy30_-wG5Fy_9HQO1Ect5F3nfPtRR1280UIVKDBYa6IY/s1600-h/DSCN4077.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432052734423232050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRie5DNXRwb8anmoBGUCwSMG4DqJDN2fUtSe7pbCCQ-ciGA29TMV2tyVTPhWdhH_Ii0rXnMIpqKrNB2bqSAC1w17N_DJ0V8lAuy30_-wG5Fy_9HQO1Ect5F3nfPtRR1280UIVKDBYa6IY/s400/DSCN4077.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I was reminded that I was in Hawaii, however, with this view.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGQ6Rg5Z9NTjcHtYDTsIpGNkHrj5P-QjG4owijcz2H2_g9BgdOn_Xzg05q7KZ0owk_kBmMteHYPT8ZsWjuCv5TFhzCklcqFLMU4xottGLZfiqQAVkZdGzV4ycL88haUfTJqXCs29QCAls/s1600-h/DSCN4074.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432052740730686594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGQ6Rg5Z9NTjcHtYDTsIpGNkHrj5P-QjG4owijcz2H2_g9BgdOn_Xzg05q7KZ0owk_kBmMteHYPT8ZsWjuCv5TFhzCklcqFLMU4xottGLZfiqQAVkZdGzV4ycL88haUfTJqXCs29QCAls/s400/DSCN4074.JPG" /></a><br /><strong>With that, I hope everyone is doing well. I will do my best to update you on my musings more frequently.</strong></div>Jameehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178515930395205006noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931577608968517648.post-29961944167173460872009-10-17T20:25:00.005-10:002009-10-17T20:54:47.160-10:00Saturday "Twi"lights<div align="center"><strong>I started the day off by going with Jamee this morning to her skills check for nursing school. It was a good thing there was no blood involved. Here I am figuring out a way to put on sterile gloves that are obviously too big for my ice cold hands.</strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikGt7qvnyjbO5V42CKs0FuK1kb9Tc6dCYnqi7upK_1lDQU_Ru8Qis6HtAyCTG-G0uOC6xhnkngfLk211w5I6viy7FmCmfJrAvyQyGrGRO9uOAndgMTB7K_pYR-dmPo3DNJEDpxaHJFBf4/s1600-h/DSCN4160.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393824248697094882" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikGt7qvnyjbO5V42CKs0FuK1kb9Tc6dCYnqi7upK_1lDQU_Ru8Qis6HtAyCTG-G0uOC6xhnkngfLk211w5I6viy7FmCmfJrAvyQyGrGRO9uOAndgMTB7K_pYR-dmPo3DNJEDpxaHJFBf4/s400/DSCN4160.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a></div><div align="center"><strong>The ladies just couldn't keep their hands off of me.</strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwEhcaSOw8aO3C5lf6DvVSzK8lzC9r5wYHbCh6lgZhd0lfDIrvQG4RKbLMiRmYRscauynV_5zt9uZrjrb0TPwX81ie0ySOnecowlSouPGzjZPeDzyPIhrboOFuCor5FeiQsQiuRbaGynI/s1600-h/DSCN4161.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393824236793360178" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwEhcaSOw8aO3C5lf6DvVSzK8lzC9r5wYHbCh6lgZhd0lfDIrvQG4RKbLMiRmYRscauynV_5zt9uZrjrb0TPwX81ie0ySOnecowlSouPGzjZPeDzyPIhrboOFuCor5FeiQsQiuRbaGynI/s400/DSCN4161.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a><br /><strong>That afternoon, I went with Jamee and her mom to the 2009 New Food and Product Show at the Blaisdel. We met up with Linda and Janis. Our main reason for going was this, the All Things Twilight Expo. There was even a petition to get the Esme Island scenes from Breaking Dawn to be filmed here in Hawaii.</strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfCKr9kO485d1QzAZaMpwJ5MVRFspND_s9aDRAFg1AoXEQgHHFMlCX-uzpaCijYKLaTCvoSTrdAWvuSX_Bu-p2DCsDa-3hmp8HRCvVt5lPQsYNRnxtoMKKQOoY6ZPbJS7i9Q6tAnCwS94/s1600-h/DSCN4164.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393823661852027186" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfCKr9kO485d1QzAZaMpwJ5MVRFspND_s9aDRAFg1AoXEQgHHFMlCX-uzpaCijYKLaTCvoSTrdAWvuSX_Bu-p2DCsDa-3hmp8HRCvVt5lPQsYNRnxtoMKKQOoY6ZPbJS7i9Q6tAnCwS94/s400/DSCN4164.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a><br /><strong>We met a lady who has by far the most Twilight items that I have ever seen. I wouldn't mind driving a car like this... just as long as it goes really fast of course.</strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhICo2Xwa1nXcXxW_qh73boauPqnrZqhE8ohbD3o48NmPoF7phI20JEhE6oRoGc_H6__YhcdM_kCx04echS3a8Zy1X4-FDEqg0HxMVPDYWbU_HD4mZjBX4zTO0AzJ8U_q0vddTC0r42H_M/s1600-h/DSCN4169.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393823649990722146" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhICo2Xwa1nXcXxW_qh73boauPqnrZqhE8ohbD3o48NmPoF7phI20JEhE6oRoGc_H6__YhcdM_kCx04echS3a8Zy1X4-FDEqg0HxMVPDYWbU_HD4mZjBX4zTO0AzJ8U_q0vddTC0r42H_M/s400/DSCN4169.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a><br /><strong>There were t-shirts, bags, and jewlery. Twilight was playing on 3 flat screens. Jamee and Linda were going crazy with everything. For me, it was a bit strange to see my face everywhere.</strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn-pNhf5_efh6ImffP-q4C_7tGto8iMCzZnKDPoZHQNu8qz3zjw0kYY1W_alFJMAD5u3nFcPSJaYuuib0iiEx2ZogkraiZkaNL4LnXfACYwurZbzi4wvaRe6V6bNLDai9Es_AWRHWtQhs/s1600-h/DSCN4178.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393823641039867842" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn-pNhf5_efh6ImffP-q4C_7tGto8iMCzZnKDPoZHQNu8qz3zjw0kYY1W_alFJMAD5u3nFcPSJaYuuib0iiEx2ZogkraiZkaNL4LnXfACYwurZbzi4wvaRe6V6bNLDai9Es_AWRHWtQhs/s400/DSCN4178.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a></div><div align="center"><strong>However, I am glad that people don't see me as being a monster.</strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-UwFdmNem847rgw5flzQjN0v4cDhxP4phmgM_uw4DzmXyBd4iXkqoDbZNXCATpaUjxgKfmEZd0WwYyTSD077zeeWzW2FIybG8o7Ucbx6ri4UMoacNHVw9IErOPaRbWqyUNvwfbDEpNcE/s1600-h/DSCN4172.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393823628813952674" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-UwFdmNem847rgw5flzQjN0v4cDhxP4phmgM_uw4DzmXyBd4iXkqoDbZNXCATpaUjxgKfmEZd0WwYyTSD077zeeWzW2FIybG8o7Ucbx6ri4UMoacNHVw9IErOPaRbWqyUNvwfbDEpNcE/s400/DSCN4172.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a></div><div align="center"><strong>I really feel like I belong here in Hawaii and I am happy that people here have accepted me for what I am.</strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ9_eTWU9N34gnSIogK4BgKFiLAQLG1LORyU0L_s7L9kI0zJR87ecvBit3B3SKeioMH0ROnCrQI1Hk_uY6qbKJp7Ll1kGWIm3utO6FsqHCdySkDt6eHR4oOYh6V2ujqDp4rpTLNDBRvxI/s1600-h/DSCN4162.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393823668301317666" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ9_eTWU9N34gnSIogK4BgKFiLAQLG1LORyU0L_s7L9kI0zJR87ecvBit3B3SKeioMH0ROnCrQI1Hk_uY6qbKJp7Ll1kGWIm3utO6FsqHCdySkDt6eHR4oOYh6V2ujqDp4rpTLNDBRvxI/s400/DSCN4162.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a></div><div align="center"><strong>Until next time, Be Safe.</strong></div>Jameehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178515930395205006noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931577608968517648.post-54182637233859372132009-10-10T18:32:00.001-10:002009-10-10T18:36:53.739-10:00thunder...<div align="center"><strong>Time for some baseball...</strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirI5MxPwko1oqdwDRirVf259YBwst0c8ZbjO1zoLMpgtNsJvzj5zj1g6mviVseuuDyh07mOgEGPxGIC9Bu8pL8suG8vx0qa0Zr-lG7jpmWftmf1xwiMf5Ob0mfA8O39DwzC8Gr6618gTg/s1600-h/DSCN4064.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391196065449858306" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirI5MxPwko1oqdwDRirVf259YBwst0c8ZbjO1zoLMpgtNsJvzj5zj1g6mviVseuuDyh07mOgEGPxGIC9Bu8pL8suG8vx0qa0Zr-lG7jpmWftmf1xwiMf5Ob0mfA8O39DwzC8Gr6618gTg/s400/DSCN4064.JPG" border="0" /></a></div>Jameehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178515930395205006noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931577608968517648.post-20372335104498482552009-09-14T21:52:00.005-10:002009-09-14T22:59:27.818-10:00Hunting<div align="center">It's been a while since I last hunted, and I was getting pretty ravenous. While I was out looking for some unsuspecting animal, I ran into this dude named "Jack". </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381604204166829714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHd1bbZStrIS2CEM35oc5DZp-0pESba0pHKl2jczyhAJ5AOoXD6e0XuEYQ5A8LSJaQvAIvXjwzEKgfpblHyYOGh5jZutJeOTeGrDEfSpjSI4BIO3Hg4T6nXV2ztQOA9MbDn30Zbxp1cTo/s320/with+jack.JPG" /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">He told me he was also "hunting". Yeah, right Jack. Hunting with a golf club? What kind of damage are you gonna do with that? Anyway, he told me he needed some bacon for a new sandwich he's creating at his restaurant. Seems he's the owner of a chain of fast food joints around the United States. Hmm, never heard of him. Jack asked me what I was doing and I told him I was also on the hunt. He said he saw a pig in the bushes and was headed back out to get him. Jack said that I was more than welcome to join him on his hunt for the pig. I was considering taking him up on his offer, but then remembered that my girl, Linda, loves pigs! She has a rather large collection of pigs ... ceramic, stuffed, keychains, frames, you name it, she probably has it. Since Linda was my hostess, I didn't feel right about killing a pig. I went to find Jack to let him know that I wasn't joining him. I found him just as he was about to deliver the fatal blow with his golf club and told him that he shouldn't kill the pig, and that I would get him the bacon he so desperately needed.</div><div align="center"> </div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381601116133254162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhiY4iv8ZyN8YrjLau9xvT5n5dh2kYyEFDWtQyD19VwPPw5NmPhsF-ujjZ3BKeXQqPsToPICnMHM3Fo595ibcwuOpwsqW2Jwd_qQ19KQWt_k8scCXj3sybBdSRA3t4VnEbiuCuQ8ninPg/s320/jack+beating+piggy.JPG" /><br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Jack agreed so I ran back to Linda's place and grabbed the frozen bacon I found in her freezer. He'll never know where I got it from. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381601086239384994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4fjOWUpcpPviJ78wYYqSsVwsPpWcjPpbeJDymxN5lxlULSPd6psAFv6ACjAmsq7egZ2u-X18c1IpF7cfWwB17ZJ7gCn-kt7y052Zo-qilaMewNQsrjl4h5hXAVZiXEOphZcosmHkq2Cc/s320/bacon.JPG" /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">After giving the bacon to Jack, he thanked me and said that if I was ever in need of a fast food meal, to please look him up and he would take care of me. Uh, yeah, dude. Thanks. After rescuing Piggy, I decided to give him to Linda. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381604188255527586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxOQ6-Bl3vRd5RRnwZaKmLdz6NzPAxTE5KYeCL6SQan4ai_brrXMw_ba0vJb1ZmBJGaY_oFI6UDbTj6FyznZcMaybs4Ovsj1BC2Fs9yoH0a40IGErZGJE0tQWh8gOkDwhUkR-LnVoi6VU/s320/with+piggy.JPG" /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">She was so very happy to get him that she gave me lots of hugs and kisses. That put me over the top. Being so close to fresh human blood and not being able to have it made me jump on the next animal I came in contact with ...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381604213269181010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrLkO6-Zt0pvBxYKcFJ9LZRBJLYUM_00FdQxPEfF7zvtyC6zGUtRcbcN1woA9OORUwsGkk94KhLZYzdjmW8GvKxg6ag3cSDSWFkk-0W8nflW28e_BsNYPcqkMe0lEH1xZnQkj3x_xMqrg/s320/eeyore+and+roo.JPG" /></div><br /><div align="center">A donkey and a kangaroo dressed up as a tiger? Are you kidding me? Well, they both looked so tasty I couldn't decide ... but the kangaroo did have a little more meat on him, so I dove in and satisfied my craving ...</div><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381604219230468178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilP6qt0Vjbsr0EcLmQyfH2nb29yaJqENnMn2kaEGIgPxVNXBBWhuWkMv_0AhaNBjpy6VpiOubvnmsxVgvTPMHI3vPDopWJtsa8_WD15byBlT62fvKYsXXOyRSRzDj8_H06zCOI1sFSZYs/s320/tasty+roo.JPG" /><br /><br />Ahhhh. Finally. Satisfied. For now ...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931577608968517648.post-88702035862553457312009-09-09T21:54:00.002-10:002009-09-09T22:15:18.359-10:00CreaturesAfter checking out that awful fire, I needed to get some peace and quiet so I headed back to Linda's place. So much for peace and quiet. What did I hear all night long? Ribbit, croak, ribbit, croak. It made me crazy! What made it worse was I knew what he was thinking! He was hungry, just like me. It's been a while since I last hunted, but I'll be doing that soon. If this frog was making me crazy, I can only imagine how Linda and her family must've felt! I felt sorry for the guy, so I decided to help him hunt for some bugs.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379746322980813954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDke4-ngRjvzftatd20JY3q4ES__pRA9nskF-MmYyNpHGt8aTqfa67cnmCFZa42P5Op90HxnvCi8FxQ2nUEsyG1dReZiWf692JhJmH5N_DCBdfEN9YuHpD2PUzRDfmNvaLmlvxP656kFI/s320/froggie.JPG" /><br />Apparently, here in Hawaii, there are these huge cockroaches the locals call "B-52s". They fly and chase you if you try to kill them! Eeewww! I mean, watch out roach! I'm coming for you!<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379746343424602242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhsGwB3uusolvbBVjEYjboW8K1zl0jmTussDaKZtINjRJcaHW_WIEaHvuHLKRbhv5Y3C2dTe1YcjECqi_DvKUcnk9Hp2fKPC1Iq1Ux44ivAOGnVNTVFTqtuECSOtuFq0wwGIoTQYGkViA/s320/roach2.JPG" /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379746331468959698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG7FAl02K6BWqtRHHGNb0cXhefyfYsOWCTY4vwTrBJo6V8O3JikGrfK-HDQ-oUaHX67GwOtdbZLBKBSYKJqfn9igeFhldcaUYLy1b6V3NttuFQw8QlPcbq0FMsvGl6WQaPFgt6krBvo5g/s320/roach.JPG" /><br />Well, after I caught that bugger and gave him to Mr. Frogger, I needed to make a quick escape because it was creeping me out. I know, I shouldn't be so scared of a little roach, but yuck! That one was gross! I decided to slide down the railing instead of using my lightning fast running.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379746351945419506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8wuTxZHcxnzeVp7c5y-hgiM65qV6pE3NtrUL_17F6qeYtIkCFoycv3JWdWQ7iTXO7ggej7UqjGvQPb1N01rh-7iAIPx7wVcH1y1kEJPL2dyXTcpURaBCTYQGTtf1zPL_QBBxMoeai5LU/s320/sliding.JPG" /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Jh8D_4BtpvUMzgKdwZF68w1zcmIjLuVh7WqzEshOj9Cr6zuG2Q0yyXXSoqlqOe4ZSylxVWipJOPY8qokFeV3k1hAfPcXEWMX1LaRyrvKMzI8sH3kQP-c8bJwh1oGkN66JPt2UJktzJc/s1600-h/sliding+2.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379746358929819490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Jh8D_4BtpvUMzgKdwZF68w1zcmIjLuVh7WqzEshOj9Cr6zuG2Q0yyXXSoqlqOe4ZSylxVWipJOPY8qokFeV3k1hAfPcXEWMX1LaRyrvKMzI8sH3kQP-c8bJwh1oGkN66JPt2UJktzJc/s320/sliding+2.JPG" /></a>Ahhh, I made it. Now on to the hunt ...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931577608968517648.post-81626551558662927972009-09-06T19:29:00.005-10:002009-09-06T20:08:05.566-10:00Careless Vampires<div align="center"><strong>There's a fire out in Waipio burning. Firefighters had it under control but it sparked back up again. Investigators do not know what the cause of it is, but I do.<br /></strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcc8522L5hiiRdJ0srxs-zg5IOUiwB6WdpRVDgJRfGRpiU51JWMBvUf9S_hgEvIYFoGx_eNJcPaFYVm5SpuUjDqJUONowxFKi7aZe5NJHR_ecKUMPmGz_QPPfRN8wleIMv7NMgoqEBTJQ/s1600-h/DSCN3878.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378594168698444386" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcc8522L5hiiRdJ0srxs-zg5IOUiwB6WdpRVDgJRfGRpiU51JWMBvUf9S_hgEvIYFoGx_eNJcPaFYVm5SpuUjDqJUONowxFKi7aZe5NJHR_ecKUMPmGz_QPPfRN8wleIMv7NMgoqEBTJQ/s400/DSCN3878.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a><br /><strong>Some careless vampires did not contain their fire when they destroyed one of our kind.</strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1jRaI1rZ4YmEQFRk9WWAaSJJ4YbaIu2jEQ1VUtbHGXVagFaEuv_6sOGYdg4mmYDN0gbuDDtlVkOqJockfTB6pbVtixb0GHHqaqEPhjnvXFBeMbUHjlaBr3IJ05Ub06F-POh0URj459Ws/s1600-h/DSCN3880.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378594160771716354" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1jRaI1rZ4YmEQFRk9WWAaSJJ4YbaIu2jEQ1VUtbHGXVagFaEuv_6sOGYdg4mmYDN0gbuDDtlVkOqJockfTB6pbVtixb0GHHqaqEPhjnvXFBeMbUHjlaBr3IJ05Ub06F-POh0URj459Ws/s400/DSCN3880.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a></div><div align="center"><strong>The freeway was shut down going North on H1 and the traffic was unbearable.</strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggsINwFG6r1JInFR77FjWdmb_bn6tgZblDONLzli8Iz-s8taLRDLS_VcG3utcSjvER4llnNu1DuxGmRPGkonpy0K_zQaIDAfM_XdNjDS7mPdEsfWdT72G_UcDNowhwYm2Tp7aCQg9CJCM/s1600-h/DSCN3582.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378594386011969218" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggsINwFG6r1JInFR77FjWdmb_bn6tgZblDONLzli8Iz-s8taLRDLS_VcG3utcSjvER4llnNu1DuxGmRPGkonpy0K_zQaIDAfM_XdNjDS7mPdEsfWdT72G_UcDNowhwYm2Tp7aCQg9CJCM/s400/DSCN3582.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a></div><div align="center"><strong>What is a vampire to do in traffic like that? I'm glad that Jamee, her mom, and I were going in the opposite direction!</strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_P2wsJ4EFC4Sfgj9F3ZYNM3KiWKUGt0UVPrEKRy1JhBH-aSWQOxEANsqpHSd-HygBEa7kWN3rif0eUdS2aiBVs1sefdo5hsJuxm15gtcgup4r-B3Audoet3xAs5xaW5DkRopcMeXgkNg/s1600-h/DSCN3885.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378594693400754050" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_P2wsJ4EFC4Sfgj9F3ZYNM3KiWKUGt0UVPrEKRy1JhBH-aSWQOxEANsqpHSd-HygBEa7kWN3rif0eUdS2aiBVs1sefdo5hsJuxm15gtcgup4r-B3Audoet3xAs5xaW5DkRopcMeXgkNg/s400/DSCN3885.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a></div><div align="center"><strong>Until next time, to you vampires out there-control your flames, and to you humans- be safe.</strong></div>Jameehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178515930395205006noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931577608968517648.post-72492840992089191322009-09-03T18:10:00.003-10:002009-09-03T18:31:26.926-10:00Saturday's Happenings<div align="center"><strong>This past weekend, I went with Jamee and her mom to a craft get together with the Glama Girls. There were craft items to purchase and I assisted in helping the ladies shop.<br /></strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd3y-kMocZUw0sBQqTTaj8cNyeM9bZ4HanXDbbNBOkTzDO8QHKrVexlZG0tK679aaZ3tjWQ6KLb4mXh4f2Gi2c3eV8P2dSKTkv65uikoaBMoegMmxWNhi7oPk3Q_pbWybwSH1bmJh-GN0/s1600-h/DSCN3852.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377461351155401746" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd3y-kMocZUw0sBQqTTaj8cNyeM9bZ4HanXDbbNBOkTzDO8QHKrVexlZG0tK679aaZ3tjWQ6KLb4mXh4f2Gi2c3eV8P2dSKTkv65uikoaBMoegMmxWNhi7oPk3Q_pbWybwSH1bmJh-GN0/s400/DSCN3852.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a><br /><strong>There were also projects to work on. You may have thought that Bella had a hard time finding our Meadow without Jacob during New Moon, I had an even harder time manuvering through the craft supplies.</strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgURFUm9_8HRQpL3LSlgHcNiVB2hk-Xb44li_NdJskp4Yt8nb0hqBm-37FJgn7jGNE8pKmBI2Iezz1mWr6KQsD1sg56NpDB3BJL65uz93T5_iqU0WRMc2iI_rMZO6FMN-4IXFUhhDd7dsA/s1600-h/DSCN3857.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377460294081006946" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgURFUm9_8HRQpL3LSlgHcNiVB2hk-Xb44li_NdJskp4Yt8nb0hqBm-37FJgn7jGNE8pKmBI2Iezz1mWr6KQsD1sg56NpDB3BJL65uz93T5_iqU0WRMc2iI_rMZO6FMN-4IXFUhhDd7dsA/s400/DSCN3857.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a><br /><br /><strong>The ladies were seperated into two groups and they had a Bejeweled faceoff. Jamee's team won.</strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieeXX_oZ4MYyRgPY4SfrvTEKh_f3UW8Ud3vZS3hWq-VLgVIYgmqTYsdTqhHa89Eq5Fav8C9OjZ1NVJmqYhMVkUOGtQ28sjedf_JenqY8p7EAZM6QTgEyo04nlvzf_qB78Nq-KHSQEPPXA/s1600-h/DSCN3848.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377461382827136178" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieeXX_oZ4MYyRgPY4SfrvTEKh_f3UW8Ud3vZS3hWq-VLgVIYgmqTYsdTqhHa89Eq5Fav8C9OjZ1NVJmqYhMVkUOGtQ28sjedf_JenqY8p7EAZM6QTgEyo04nlvzf_qB78Nq-KHSQEPPXA/s400/DSCN3848.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a><br /><strong>There was a lot of food. I helped Jamee make her plate. Since she is on a "special diet," I got her some broccoli.</strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZbs2QcD7DZEYTx0EG3vGvary8KNC_NHhWMigU8YymHboYFrFx3MxU1_lI5T6730iSpQQAFEswAxGJii4t6QPal6r5n4ZhQRdC3PwSBsTdGCyjxCugkwmQdds6fhrhJ2Wue3yZT4Osrvc/s1600-h/DSCN3855.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377461370156558050" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZbs2QcD7DZEYTx0EG3vGvary8KNC_NHhWMigU8YymHboYFrFx3MxU1_lI5T6730iSpQQAFEswAxGJii4t6QPal6r5n4ZhQRdC3PwSBsTdGCyjxCugkwmQdds6fhrhJ2Wue3yZT4Osrvc/s400/DSCN3855.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a><br /><strong>Jamee also taught me how to use chopsticks. Of course I won't be using chopsticks when I go hunting, but at least I can say I know how to use them.</strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrSo8gvZOjTmzR77c5dSj4URa5m695v71fXCY_2S3QgDFd7U-jSuz8tBp8NdqERCypRe3U_IcT4M1whOEH3kiQEMpybBhje-IHAx6RezV5ctRnRwbla5GbFCCJdygACf4ehXa86mdS13g/s1600-h/DSCN3856.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377461359870388178" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrSo8gvZOjTmzR77c5dSj4URa5m695v71fXCY_2S3QgDFd7U-jSuz8tBp8NdqERCypRe3U_IcT4M1whOEH3kiQEMpybBhje-IHAx6RezV5ctRnRwbla5GbFCCJdygACf4ehXa86mdS13g/s400/DSCN3856.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a><br /><br /><strong>Have a nice long weekend.</strong><br /></div>Jameehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178515930395205006noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931577608968517648.post-23091784884052151682009-08-28T22:49:00.004-10:002009-08-28T23:06:09.096-10:00Blood<div align="center"><strong>I was relaxing in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Jamee's</span> room the other night when she was crafting. I had been hunting all day, so I figured that I would not have to worry.</strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRejNvRdDcarlK9LsP8Blm1koOpfoH92bgbndP2r_oW47UhPZFhLxJEInaN3sJJMcIOaDvsHEwezoFfFuh4s8sAvP_AxMy3QFfpuCEpFx687ZtDfidMv97OkKMs3FOlJiNCUgYbKfb1E0/s1600-h/DSCN3820.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375305838731740962" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRejNvRdDcarlK9LsP8Blm1koOpfoH92bgbndP2r_oW47UhPZFhLxJEInaN3sJJMcIOaDvsHEwezoFfFuh4s8sAvP_AxMy3QFfpuCEpFx687ZtDfidMv97OkKMs3FOlJiNCUgYbKfb1E0/s400/DSCN3820.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a><br /><strong>I sure am glad that I hunted, because I got a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">whiff</span> of warm, sweet smelling blood. I got to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Jamee</span> within 2 seconds of her stabbing her finger. Her scissors were a bit sticky from cutting strips of adhesive, so she was cleaning it with an eraser. Her hand slipped and the scissors stabbed her.</strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhThVPLBVXMMhwb2kuHROUjhXmhGG6YsgKQUfP86_yOGt_cVFTtAkkCKz9C8j_UMBCwswDblZ0QvE6WK08XG-K7DTSKHWSPan3E4m1UCOf-qPWZV1qgTgZnMc4sT3AXlyPAVuZUUMGWr_I/s1600-h/DSCN3815.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375305828082671474" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhThVPLBVXMMhwb2kuHROUjhXmhGG6YsgKQUfP86_yOGt_cVFTtAkkCKz9C8j_UMBCwswDblZ0QvE6WK08XG-K7DTSKHWSPan3E4m1UCOf-qPWZV1qgTgZnMc4sT3AXlyPAVuZUUMGWr_I/s400/DSCN3815.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a><br /><strong>The scent of her blood was mouthwatering to say the least...</strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTEEyVldIF9CtD7hGsHBUeCpT2ufTg63CtAxfYhcXPDVPSP7cWxJL5ffGsgLdkJ1i-xhSxDTvxHNiJhKGLeqlUMtZLr05LxMR99_qVw8pEIxVyzZ-0QWG1qSqbbYDrILdIspV1P9AZbss/s1600-h/DSCN3816.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375305818283654930" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTEEyVldIF9CtD7hGsHBUeCpT2ufTg63CtAxfYhcXPDVPSP7cWxJL5ffGsgLdkJ1i-xhSxDTvxHNiJhKGLeqlUMtZLr05LxMR99_qVw8pEIxVyzZ-0QWG1qSqbbYDrILdIspV1P9AZbss/s400/DSCN3816.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a></div><div align="center"><strong>STOP! I know what you're thinking-<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">literally</span>. You're underestimating my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">self control</span>. I did not do anything to hurt her. I would have to go to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Volturi</span> if I did not have <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Jamee</span> around! I helped her bandage up her finger and everything was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">ok</span>. I even spent the night!</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>Be sure to check out <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Jamee's</span> blog, she has a special announcement up that has to do with me and the pup.</strong></div>Jameehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178515930395205006noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931577608968517648.post-61843004566088525672009-08-25T01:28:00.004-10:002009-08-25T01:41:05.621-10:00The Hills Are Alive!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1wTtXstDcXQKMMIbpfkVtf9vVfj6cAOmFCpNvxoPPkEGdvIJgZv4p7m1XD4Cv5ebl61_wTuqpbPglQaxkHJVLnMbZR458AqovkCRmLUK-jAbK_PBI_CoC9kxPjQzyygs0mO1u_BxsHTk/s1600-h/Jen+%26+Edward.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373861971261038546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1wTtXstDcXQKMMIbpfkVtf9vVfj6cAOmFCpNvxoPPkEGdvIJgZv4p7m1XD4Cv5ebl61_wTuqpbPglQaxkHJVLnMbZR458AqovkCRmLUK-jAbK_PBI_CoC9kxPjQzyygs0mO1u_BxsHTk/s400/Jen+%26+Edward.JPG" /></a> One of the highlights of my day at the Summer Social was meeting <a href="http://expressivelyme.blogspot.com/">Jen</a>, and Jodi was right she is a riot! Linda had greeted me with a traditional maile lei and I learned that is the proper Hawaiian greeting but I was caught off guard with the way Jen greeted me. All I could remember was the way those mountains moved! I know I'm strong but never realized how much!! LOL!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIXhXRC1VI38hgUEZUypvi3TubFxwdJIk4tly3L87mz1czkzgHPGjEJu5mXbVc8R2qIUmqSRfcTo34nYAHI3kwSBtU9PmNNS0TSxYF0-2qTdhPDJ3jY_X8zwZfWftGTp3zBnCmoBLzhDs/s1600-h/Jen+%26+Edward+2.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373861960388897074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIXhXRC1VI38hgUEZUypvi3TubFxwdJIk4tly3L87mz1czkzgHPGjEJu5mXbVc8R2qIUmqSRfcTo34nYAHI3kwSBtU9PmNNS0TSxYF0-2qTdhPDJ3jY_X8zwZfWftGTp3zBnCmoBLzhDs/s400/Jen+%26+Edward+2.JPG" /></a> Due to my shock, she felt bad and shook my hand. Between eating all those chocolate candies and this I had to rest my body. I must get back to help Jodi create, see you soon.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931577608968517648.post-7907815500629954962009-08-20T13:09:00.010-10:002009-08-20T20:57:13.581-10:00My day with the Ladies<div align="center"><strong>This past Saturday, I attended a crafting social that <a href="http://bigideasfromalittlegirl.blogspot.com/">Teri</a> organized. Jamee, Linda, and Jodi were there as well. Jamee even has a special pocket for me in her craft bag.</strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEtb8_eJwMDZ9pjNIVmn093XCmF9WcrHDO0WwepMlZ1iGsHFHyL2qfh84RHxBXrsKQj_nw02MGul3DwMZ44x3ZILksU8v7BcdSx0Rky1LHVY3VUFyt_n3IKWwXE5pmNqM-_V8ehpQM_2g/s1600-h/DSCN3755.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372196835546458482" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEtb8_eJwMDZ9pjNIVmn093XCmF9WcrHDO0WwepMlZ1iGsHFHyL2qfh84RHxBXrsKQj_nw02MGul3DwMZ44x3ZILksU8v7BcdSx0Rky1LHVY3VUFyt_n3IKWwXE5pmNqM-_V8ehpQM_2g/s400/DSCN3755.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a></div><div align="center"><strong>When Jamee and I arrived, Kyoko and Linda were already there. I decided to help Kyoko at the check in table. I helped her hand out name tags and goodie bags.</strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhswEpQEqVHgX4JcE4aI6SyykZ5Jsxp1MwtZWgt1vxvuwpV_jbuio-lQYXIkhMy9qtgnb8_Vco_EHYh19V-Rgoy_6ILUS6v8dHdW5BvP2I7aE_fwnq-fuKr-OGaXLj6W3PQV-RM8iLyh1k/s1600-h/DSCN3761.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372195086641920706" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhswEpQEqVHgX4JcE4aI6SyykZ5Jsxp1MwtZWgt1vxvuwpV_jbuio-lQYXIkhMy9qtgnb8_Vco_EHYh19V-Rgoy_6ILUS6v8dHdW5BvP2I7aE_fwnq-fuKr-OGaXLj6W3PQV-RM8iLyh1k/s400/DSCN3761.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWwUisndOp6phe6KWDQZELekOeVPgSxFvRVi24GmHrSk3RRwV_7dXRSXRma0sL1c82I-S9jikrIJUIxuEHsqbNYHWxE5Pl0ZE9xYIC4aRqwMcpLjL3ciMaTI4MbF6BV8whR1JKQNWTGiA/s1600-h/DSCN3760.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372195096144082754" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWwUisndOp6phe6KWDQZELekOeVPgSxFvRVi24GmHrSk3RRwV_7dXRSXRma0sL1c82I-S9jikrIJUIxuEHsqbNYHWxE5Pl0ZE9xYIC4aRqwMcpLjL3ciMaTI4MbF6BV8whR1JKQNWTGiA/s400/DSCN3760.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a></div><div align="center"><strong>Teri needed help coloring some images so I decided to use my new found talent and help Linda and </strong><a href="http://deniselovesstamps.blogspot.com/"><strong>Denise</strong></a><strong>.</strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnr41H9Ijqs-IABGmBvst4E8XVY1aIngx9WmX4tF8mBe_z1HDeC8Vm94-H-f7RkZpUUf6qX8JDqETeUoByVN38aM7HAHBt63590bg0Lc67lc6nBBCbWjFm4u2_vuOPzAYE4DqTsooERiY/s1600-h/DSCN3758.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372196824873171314" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnr41H9Ijqs-IABGmBvst4E8XVY1aIngx9WmX4tF8mBe_z1HDeC8Vm94-H-f7RkZpUUf6qX8JDqETeUoByVN38aM7HAHBt63590bg0Lc67lc6nBBCbWjFm4u2_vuOPzAYE4DqTsooERiY/s400/DSCN3758.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a><br /><strong>When Jodi arrived, I helped her sell some crafting supplies.</strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHRlJpQeJEqVY5TmUNaMwpZpj4rgdCTVgkqdDvDrYmZ8JDCHmWm-TmAVU8bBVAQRrA8hyphenhyphen5bUxMoeFgqU8OIHYO9ezIQ0Y7wQA_tTG68PM-PDAUVyAnj8kyvioN-o_a3tHDvHmbr3UCZTM/s1600-h/08-15-09SOCIAL008.jpg"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372196848324597202" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHRlJpQeJEqVY5TmUNaMwpZpj4rgdCTVgkqdDvDrYmZ8JDCHmWm-TmAVU8bBVAQRrA8hyphenhyphen5bUxMoeFgqU8OIHYO9ezIQ0Y7wQA_tTG68PM-PDAUVyAnj8kyvioN-o_a3tHDvHmbr3UCZTM/s400/08-15-09SOCIAL008.jpg" border="0" /></strong></a><br /><strong>I even helped to sell some scrabooking paper.</strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA7G7KNGYpH9Yk1yDQe71NwFaIu2kCqSUqmdKqkaUD7Ydoq4oNt_BYvn0dHf63weGLK2BnFs7-dfaEt_LfTQUeEwCB0Y0a98RjWQfqhAEl7a5WMBy1w7MBwkKKI7e27zMCx0lk0ECD9RM/s1600-h/DSCN3763.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372195075965071602" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA7G7KNGYpH9Yk1yDQe71NwFaIu2kCqSUqmdKqkaUD7Ydoq4oNt_BYvn0dHf63weGLK2BnFs7-dfaEt_LfTQUeEwCB0Y0a98RjWQfqhAEl7a5WMBy1w7MBwkKKI7e27zMCx0lk0ECD9RM/s400/DSCN3763.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a><br /><strong>Here is one of the machines that the ladies used to make some cards.</strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcF95GmvlgsH8QKww6k4jAdqiLh1__FgSpWA4ewCSCvPP23Ndvbig5BEtWFAPjPSIF977na1ItXqxT6sccoY1TGhQ9R81C0iC4eEiMJCzMzUTvshJ9b8BxKhxLwBEcjuGEc9xASb-X2rs/s1600-h/DSCN3766.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372195062555557042" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcF95GmvlgsH8QKww6k4jAdqiLh1__FgSpWA4ewCSCvPP23Ndvbig5BEtWFAPjPSIF977na1ItXqxT6sccoY1TGhQ9R81C0iC4eEiMJCzMzUTvshJ9b8BxKhxLwBEcjuGEc9xASb-X2rs/s400/DSCN3766.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a><br /><strong>There were so many things being sold at the event, right down to beads.</strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYrxvN2CxXIDtA2GiD5wnl8_GwYZ_HU6pDFlkh43GhC9GeCwIjuSBjd0TDPTEaqv0oUe4ToNi9xSLU9lypXw0sWYbE9R7LG_Oats5SjjvAmkIkG5mUkgdB9ipUZ8g3Kn71jWHJKuBSvEA/s1600-h/DSCN3769.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372188116654634082" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYrxvN2CxXIDtA2GiD5wnl8_GwYZ_HU6pDFlkh43GhC9GeCwIjuSBjd0TDPTEaqv0oUe4ToNi9xSLU9lypXw0sWYbE9R7LG_Oats5SjjvAmkIkG5mUkgdB9ipUZ8g3Kn71jWHJKuBSvEA/s400/DSCN3769.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a><br /><strong>With all that scent of fresh, warm, human blood flowing around the place, the burn in my throat became unbearable.</strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnlSGCRmB2xMxq_J1wvI0hbKQQKYqgB9JRGwYRpmEax4PLAgVNrFRvrq8RmLXnq9QMHREUQzp8WDFCrJiJENgO3FBVnzo077sUIEsIB7mLtj369W0HMNfMbZjzNl_e9Lbr2j_Lt44JtIo/s1600-h/DSCN3767.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372195049357151490" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnlSGCRmB2xMxq_J1wvI0hbKQQKYqgB9JRGwYRpmEax4PLAgVNrFRvrq8RmLXnq9QMHREUQzp8WDFCrJiJENgO3FBVnzo077sUIEsIB7mLtj369W0HMNfMbZjzNl_e9Lbr2j_Lt44JtIo/s400/DSCN3767.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a><br /><strong>I am so ashamed, I had a little mishap...<br /></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNtVVFF9D9iRSh9JY7TpsT4DV1RmaOZQUzmhAsyVgyhzw4dG_wlVlBNZhx_RYV24XlXUYyjQkVUy8B89AsAaRl42PRyZUED6s-ekXVL4YJlhjuzYyhB40V-ysbm72ysK45nKV3atLDK7I/s1600-h/08-15-09SOCIAL011.jpg"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372196858212335218" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNtVVFF9D9iRSh9JY7TpsT4DV1RmaOZQUzmhAsyVgyhzw4dG_wlVlBNZhx_RYV24XlXUYyjQkVUy8B89AsAaRl42PRyZUED6s-ekXVL4YJlhjuzYyhB40V-ysbm72ysK45nKV3atLDK7I/s400/08-15-09SOCIAL011.jpg" border="0" /></strong></a><br /><strong>Now come on, you really believed that? I'm Edward, I would never do something as sick and unfathomable as to detour from my vegetarian lifestyle. I found a few mountain lions, and that took care of the intense burn.<br /></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9eXIMZds2nRMRA-ZsApoKuN0SR297zAUDlcOP_bWx4LOWC3a_3sbkokHuLSBSiLFjaydhLxLD5nJE-ZPs0-ncxZsfGLlTuCHKKdnLZC-ws_QbnnnZAoAc2LGTvdYSwLhhZTFvtoFF-vs/s1600-h/DSCN3768.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372188129658277186" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9eXIMZds2nRMRA-ZsApoKuN0SR297zAUDlcOP_bWx4LOWC3a_3sbkokHuLSBSiLFjaydhLxLD5nJE-ZPs0-ncxZsfGLlTuCHKKdnLZC-ws_QbnnnZAoAc2LGTvdYSwLhhZTFvtoFF-vs/s400/DSCN3768.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a><br /><strong>I always wondered why these ladies go crazy over chocolate. They smelled a bit funny, but I was curious.</strong><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4uE4-r5sQY9LN-pSGoDM9_fOiCdLxmT16iP-FICQYEiARuS8XFGmSSAMOke2SJnuTQyqPLxI59zD3lH8R7-dSA638sPUYZDiiNlQ5g0QyeZA3GZ9Jg8RvGxknHXXbmyve1Zi6-W1mIV4/s1600-h/DSCN3772.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372188094092299138" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4uE4-r5sQY9LN-pSGoDM9_fOiCdLxmT16iP-FICQYEiARuS8XFGmSSAMOke2SJnuTQyqPLxI59zD3lH8R7-dSA638sPUYZDiiNlQ5g0QyeZA3GZ9Jg8RvGxknHXXbmyve1Zi6-W1mIV4/s400/DSCN3772.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a></div><div><strong>Now I know why children aren't allowed to eat candy in large quantities. I don't think vampires should either! Sugar doesn't mix well with my venom. I just wish this thing went faster, it was way to slow for my taste.</strong></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXTnYtB52xhrAPR1gxjYnuLj36CnrfcBOwoq9VQeO8vc_AaYEFxLGvvy0FvwME_yCfuv8HkNWco3NWSuGxPR8BuHGqICSduASNYtp3uaLpPkJJA6ysSempGRdHLQXLABMSAzFxLYiLuGg/s1600-h/DSCN3770.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372188107648695858" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXTnYtB52xhrAPR1gxjYnuLj36CnrfcBOwoq9VQeO8vc_AaYEFxLGvvy0FvwME_yCfuv8HkNWco3NWSuGxPR8BuHGqICSduASNYtp3uaLpPkJJA6ysSempGRdHLQXLABMSAzFxLYiLuGg/s400/DSCN3770.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a><br /><strong>That sugar even had me seeing double. I think. Or was that a magazine? I'm not too sure. That candy sure did have a major effect on me!</strong></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVV6sPOoV_qDk5aRyDL4qnOu_BqhG_wZgasgwH-Qh2ZOxs63dyG-D63HnevZMBL5SERsJUetRRMpW0p-XjUYcorsH2pZn2HxrZhtE8XElPxdin6XCEpyZhJUERnN2nP0PvHanpwYWgu6Q/s1600-h/DSCN3775.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372188081684220434" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVV6sPOoV_qDk5aRyDL4qnOu_BqhG_wZgasgwH-Qh2ZOxs63dyG-D63HnevZMBL5SERsJUetRRMpW0p-XjUYcorsH2pZn2HxrZhtE8XElPxdin6XCEpyZhJUERnN2nP0PvHanpwYWgu6Q/s400/DSCN3775.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a></div><div><strong>Until next time, <em>What I want and need is to be with you</em>... (New Moon, pg. 513)</strong></div></div><br /></div>Jameehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178515930395205006noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931577608968517648.post-15024445337748690452009-08-18T19:31:00.002-10:002009-08-18T20:00:39.817-10:00Off to workI finally got to meet Linda's BFF, Kyoko. She is such a sweet lady! No wonder Linda likes her so much! I think she was a little nervous about meeting me though, because as soon as she shook my hand, she said that she had to leave her office to do something. I waited and waited, but she never came back!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcvita23sGprWPISurMKR1MStAY1wHI9DzNU-aXwhln2IOXNRD6W9S3ybx_4ELMznLN7spfuYo1nhutVtoue7AnXbm_EleKwqZrdIwDrnhJH8N7FsyKbfO6glazh7d848NlrtgzxBHew0/s1600-h/meeting+kp.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371544749639916770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcvita23sGprWPISurMKR1MStAY1wHI9DzNU-aXwhln2IOXNRD6W9S3ybx_4ELMznLN7spfuYo1nhutVtoue7AnXbm_EleKwqZrdIwDrnhJH8N7FsyKbfO6glazh7d848NlrtgzxBHew0/s320/meeting+kp.JPG" /></a> <div> </div><div>I decided that I was just going to have to wait for her, which is exactly what I did. She did eventually come back, and I think after spending some time with me, she finally felt comfortable being around me. She even let me hang around her office while she worked! Here I am, "staring" at Kyoko ...</div><div> </div><div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371544741359273538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7L_7S1VDkgt2CUPu0P2klHQ1KFhxpl6A4PJ1D1vik5EeAVdbqFktbpbyY3YVC6SBqMERyqWYLiCFYugF2_94nQP9xN207ml4Tr-Wi0lkVU1m4YpMbjltKIDlcbq11jYGLf7Q4lsXvouI/s320/staring+at+kp.JPG" /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Linda called Kyoko on the phone and said that she was lonely without me, so I headed back down to Linda's station. She was so happy to see me that she screamed! The people up and down the hall came out of their offices to see what the commotion was about but because I'm so quick and agile, I was able to hide under Linda's shelf. She explained that she thought she saw a giant roach, which she really, really hates, but it was nothing. They all went back to their offices, shaking their heads. I climbed up onto Linda's desk, where I stayed for the rest of the day, "staring" at her. She told me that made her very happy. <div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhajaY9cR2HTXOC2hqAVicvzp4wQM5HOI520FwDGafgTZUAvYhcOFaz_FDsXukkRdGDMbQ0HNRcwNQXtdK2D8buos5RdfJykCFSQbkR52TMYAwmQJfnOhZ0ozgnECIE2eGo_FmipYmzQoE/s1600-h/staring+at+lk.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371544733541282386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhajaY9cR2HTXOC2hqAVicvzp4wQM5HOI520FwDGafgTZUAvYhcOFaz_FDsXukkRdGDMbQ0HNRcwNQXtdK2D8buos5RdfJykCFSQbkR52TMYAwmQJfnOhZ0ozgnECIE2eGo_FmipYmzQoE/s320/staring+at+lk.JPG" /></a><br />Being with Linda and Kyoko all day made me really thirsty. I desperately needed to hunt. Believe it or not, I found a zebra while roaming the streets of Honolulu. I am satisfied and content. For now. <div><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371544725303638338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwbfBHGBCi7-SFP5QIhyHH9SYsL_kecSc3JyAie36Tr9XK0q68bjsTUuEwfyIMjtrGD5WISdy9amFQuRvjQV3Z4c74nT5sNpu8Bdfzi6dHaUO43RUxFiJLNnrmc7AP6CKW1JTeXRg03M8/s320/zebra.JPG" /><br />I joined MY girls at a local summer social this past Saturday. One (or all) of them will be posting some crazy things that happened there. Until next time, think about this: If I could dream at all, it would be about you. And I’m not ashamed of it ...</div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931577608968517648.post-25596690976542035432009-08-17T21:01:00.004-10:002009-08-17T21:39:05.038-10:00Jacob?After spending some time with Jodi, I decided to head back to Linda's place for a quick visit. Remember the last time I was there? She gave me a pair of rubber slippers to wear and she said that she thought a "dog" may have chewed on them before I got there. Well, well, well. Lookie here! As I was rounding the corner to Linda's front door, I thought I smelled something foul. Jacob! What was he doing here? I ran into the house to make sure that Linda was ok. She said she found Jacob sitting outside on the front porch waiting for her and because he looked so sad (I think he looked pathetic), she decided to invite him in. She gave him some food and water and then he was out the door in a flash. No thank you, no nothing. Just what I would expect from a dog.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwCvo_BVRXEeF6bEI-4a2mEEAESll8QhEH2cf8H9fY9wNdhJqxD7UsNIkft6b5w4I_CVgff3uDOT-8rz7J_uJziKGG9gAovdPUunH3lShhdY3c2YTJhPSkrEuQSs5rrb397diuN8E58Zs/s1600-h/jacob.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371197367730438738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwCvo_BVRXEeF6bEI-4a2mEEAESll8QhEH2cf8H9fY9wNdhJqxD7UsNIkft6b5w4I_CVgff3uDOT-8rz7J_uJziKGG9gAovdPUunH3lShhdY3c2YTJhPSkrEuQSs5rrb397diuN8E58Zs/s320/jacob.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Linda assured me that everything was alright and that I didn't need to worry about her. She showed me a couple of magazines she had recently read. She sure is a huge fan of Twilight. I told her I would autograph this magazine for her, but she said she didn't want me to hurt my arm. Funny girl ...</div><div> </div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir7cfW_uuXMNOxvQa9uIgdiCwtedRPnx8PwXkIWdEGwsYWb6H3RqoFk8MeDEA3bXfoGR5FXZEQ69q5pIO7DMEadHujfF13bGgu0P78-XlQ8lU6UG0EKzja3Bh3jqifCFa7uPirNQLY2io/s1600-h/mag1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371197359910940786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir7cfW_uuXMNOxvQa9uIgdiCwtedRPnx8PwXkIWdEGwsYWb6H3RqoFk8MeDEA3bXfoGR5FXZEQ69q5pIO7DMEadHujfF13bGgu0P78-XlQ8lU6UG0EKzja3Bh3jqifCFa7uPirNQLY2io/s320/mag1.JPG" /></a><br />Oh my goodness! I can't believe she read this too! She must think I'm a total loser! I told Linda that I can't stand all the negative things that are said about me in the media. She said that she understood most everything that is printed about me and my social life are just rumors to sell rag mags. If only people knew the real me ... <div></div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeO4hH7SNPzthGL8OrtGL1T-AmrOkK-IKwDESMzoXPJOwQBlJYIxkTYWexIOMLLyw14DIN_a4Ay6cxxOttPy3Oq9XmpoW-27WHBvML5wthHE86oRXfkwk_4jOI9yd6NIvmCpkqnwQvh-8/s1600-h/mag2.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371197348267522482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeO4hH7SNPzthGL8OrtGL1T-AmrOkK-IKwDESMzoXPJOwQBlJYIxkTYWexIOMLLyw14DIN_a4Ay6cxxOttPy3Oq9XmpoW-27WHBvML5wthHE86oRXfkwk_4jOI9yd6NIvmCpkqnwQvh-8/s320/mag2.JPG" /></a><br />Why can't the paparazzi just leave me alone???<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-015lkC-F4a_UmdQBys0MqUvZkkOh0agtdWLtiVvq4u_XDJpYxDBIzXUCR_GLnyqupINocZdvQrW2u6dnpPJ-OKVAzHpROI2jG5_eIGdXaenhvYlFSxgRHHF2XxHZRm0sjcbQ2eptL-w/s1600-h/leave+me+alone.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371197339855192354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-015lkC-F4a_UmdQBys0MqUvZkkOh0agtdWLtiVvq4u_XDJpYxDBIzXUCR_GLnyqupINocZdvQrW2u6dnpPJ-OKVAzHpROI2jG5_eIGdXaenhvYlFSxgRHHF2XxHZRm0sjcbQ2eptL-w/s320/leave+me+alone.JPG" /></a></div><div></div><div>Sorry, I lost it there for a moment. I don't often throw tantrums, but I think it's time to hunt soon. That's what must be bothering me. Linda is taking me to work with her tomorrow so maybe I'll be able to hunt while she's in her office. Until next time, think about this: Do you think that I could be scary?</div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931577608968517648.post-24319388418554830512009-08-14T01:11:00.004-10:002009-08-14T01:43:09.989-10:00I Finally Met With Jodi!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjSZTrYr8umKZHvH_k6u2V_vBOz0cXDKeWeE5caI5EM8kNQEcjf4Pax4LgZUtsgx1Ng0fxQq1srdOmsdcy6hstSga27l0nl0jdoqkCAZdBCtmZQZK-mG8MNXW3ZCXIcmuduc8ASgsWySo/s1600-h/1+(Adjusted).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369776352254439810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjSZTrYr8umKZHvH_k6u2V_vBOz0cXDKeWeE5caI5EM8kNQEcjf4Pax4LgZUtsgx1Ng0fxQq1srdOmsdcy6hstSga27l0nl0jdoqkCAZdBCtmZQZK-mG8MNXW3ZCXIcmuduc8ASgsWySo/s400/1+(Adjusted).jpg" /></a> Well, today I finally got to meet Jodi! Because I already had a warm traditional welcome to Hawaii from <a href="http://simpleandsassycreations.blogspot.com/">Linda</a> I decided to welcome Jodi into my world and surprise her with a dozen blue roses. If you didn't already know, blue is one of my favorite colors.<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXO8_avNBpCWpdi7xTcgpjamQvR-1dKz3yhuj6w2hYtQNheyBR2SLOYwa2OyhEityzzwup9f_acuu3zEQxiG3Kts3MdNfgNs5-JIX8HzuhFLeFEUvns1EtxWUK41ZxRryYZC-gfZGf878/s1600-h/2+(Adjusted).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369776071502193026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXO8_avNBpCWpdi7xTcgpjamQvR-1dKz3yhuj6w2hYtQNheyBR2SLOYwa2OyhEityzzwup9f_acuu3zEQxiG3Kts3MdNfgNs5-JIX8HzuhFLeFEUvns1EtxWUK41ZxRryYZC-gfZGf878/s400/2+(Adjusted).jpg" /></a> When she opened the door to greet me, she was surprised to see the roses and immediately gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. She took me to her craft room to help her color since I helped <a href="http://pink-beach-ball.blogspot.com/">Jamee</a> and <a href="http://simpleandsassycreations.blogspot.com/">Linda</a>. Just when she grabbed a piece of paper she immediately got a paper cut that started to bleed. Here's what the cut looks like.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbqi7bqDYobkUe41HmkcGd5ovhQZ2O5Dt6RHb9DLCmVNr8-L6N6sOeUIcFJHVZ062jcABkbQ1j1hhzfw1mynCIQsURiNKeoGC8NDnwnfYb63jmQ9uKD7YaKE2NczAYaVLkGWsKpxsUfAw/s1600-h/3+(Adjusted).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369776059573056210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbqi7bqDYobkUe41HmkcGd5ovhQZ2O5Dt6RHb9DLCmVNr8-L6N6sOeUIcFJHVZ062jcABkbQ1j1hhzfw1mynCIQsURiNKeoGC8NDnwnfYb63jmQ9uKD7YaKE2NczAYaVLkGWsKpxsUfAw/s400/3+(Adjusted).jpg" /></a> It's a good thing that Jasper wasn't here to see or smell the blood. It's even better that I'm a vegetarian. <br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7r1MA7jDhgjRQ8bb4h-0NV1Fbi-zRTd14LpCrreWju6TQrcOfPrOjwUFnN8Km8ST-jEihQo8Qz0wAtfnh4Sx8IcXvZpS5wjAqdLTP441uwGHankpWbqWAGbLsI8iu_pG3V65IrkG8eA0/s1600-h/4+(Adjusted).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369775834386207378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7r1MA7jDhgjRQ8bb4h-0NV1Fbi-zRTd14LpCrreWju6TQrcOfPrOjwUFnN8Km8ST-jEihQo8Qz0wAtfnh4Sx8IcXvZpS5wjAqdLTP441uwGHankpWbqWAGbLsI8iu_pG3V65IrkG8eA0/s400/4+(Adjusted).jpg" /></a> I really had no idea what I could do to help but I managed to find a band-aid to help protect her finger and stop the bleeding.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLgRtZnquYFofpT7MhBzoQg05riOKvE6YrGevC4SOKNoN1_KdQH5t4LplJe6a9JcZ39ykN9ROM81m1NYb6ObwgaOmji-cxxqif7pEBi3wahx0pCaojwfm4ndPzYQRNsmC_KBquwgTt5C4/s1600-h/5+(Adjusted).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369775821204894546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLgRtZnquYFofpT7MhBzoQg05riOKvE6YrGevC4SOKNoN1_KdQH5t4LplJe6a9JcZ39ykN9ROM81m1NYb6ObwgaOmji-cxxqif7pEBi3wahx0pCaojwfm4ndPzYQRNsmC_KBquwgTt5C4/s400/5+(Adjusted).jpg" /></a> I'm so glad that I am speedy with things, it helped when I had to take the packaging off the band aid.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuT3LS-y8tD64yNeGqUICE-djqA-s9esBmJgE5-1m1Aw7nM8L5u_J60eovPMCKgp_5vcuuOyImDpA4CLqU1f2yjFyOoJrT1i9vYg1TAqa3u5Fr8VNzdnFFkMiq32kCR6ua2Q2K7JZT4hk/s1600-h/6+(Adjusted).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369775805593309314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuT3LS-y8tD64yNeGqUICE-djqA-s9esBmJgE5-1m1Aw7nM8L5u_J60eovPMCKgp_5vcuuOyImDpA4CLqU1f2yjFyOoJrT1i9vYg1TAqa3u5Fr8VNzdnFFkMiq32kCR6ua2Q2K7JZT4hk/s400/6+(Adjusted).jpg" /></a> Once that was taken care of we went straight to work and I was pretty used to holding the pen in one hand when Jamee and I colored. <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpdGgIrPvMsmpUuHh_PDKSHez8e6e0hHGBrS-XeUbn2xbvO-xTWiHbIcRStsFhh0KR2BBEgK-y_-zWC-6wphRsX_JfnEVz5G31IQIKWnWw8QZdV_fPjk3AeXMv2T92WrZXu3qeNFZahmM/s1600-h/7+(Adjusted).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369775795631887186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpdGgIrPvMsmpUuHh_PDKSHez8e6e0hHGBrS-XeUbn2xbvO-xTWiHbIcRStsFhh0KR2BBEgK-y_-zWC-6wphRsX_JfnEVz5G31IQIKWnWw8QZdV_fPjk3AeXMv2T92WrZXu3qeNFZahmM/s400/7+(Adjusted).jpg" /></a> Here's what it looks like after I was done. I still need lots of practice. Since the coloring took a while Jodi and I were not able to piece the card together and will do that another time. </div><div>She invited me to a function that she will be going to this Saturday that involved stamping and meeting the local bloggers. That is a great opportunity for me to meet others and maybe get a chance to hunt. Jodi noticed that my eyes were a different color and knew that it was time for me to hunt soon. </div><div>I'll be back to share with you my adventure from Saturday and I hear Jamee and Linda will be there too!</div><div>Until then, look after my heart I've left it with you.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931577608968517648.post-21663945046256516332009-08-11T19:31:00.006-10:002009-08-11T19:49:13.916-10:00Oh Well<div align="center"><strong>Unfortunately, we will not be experiencing much of a tropical storm. It dissipated over night, so there will not be as much rain as originally forecasted. I was really looking forward to it. There is some rain, however, and that is nice.</strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8vbJZwLsT7g7ljfVkQI11IA2bp5JOpOcqHG-T_iIP701TUDmj7gBMnyZQsvxpLvG05BD28G03e7NHpkYQLLjrlVWcYZ0U7QhL-5dhCq_MmNHGvwLfajQwvJsVGtWAzKKtG9z-6F4Ifjk/s1600-h/DSCN3726.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368947644107024370" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8vbJZwLsT7g7ljfVkQI11IA2bp5JOpOcqHG-T_iIP701TUDmj7gBMnyZQsvxpLvG05BD28G03e7NHpkYQLLjrlVWcYZ0U7QhL-5dhCq_MmNHGvwLfajQwvJsVGtWAzKKtG9z-6F4Ifjk/s400/DSCN3726.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a></div><div align="center"><strong>I spent some time with Jamee and a few of her mother's daycare children in the patio listening to the rain.</strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_U0RomdjHTUfhCJU8wqBOy5RvOBZEgwTn-_-d1fTyax2efyPyQRHNh4ieysgY5VYLFPllkXc9x4ckm8hKvr9Ph1zoGQLjQEoreeaOCK9KUSsYGFUEDCADkaNPNR9cAbXEim2QUADiqRQ/s1600-h/DSCN3711.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368948852188784610" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_U0RomdjHTUfhCJU8wqBOy5RvOBZEgwTn-_-d1fTyax2efyPyQRHNh4ieysgY5VYLFPllkXc9x4ckm8hKvr9Ph1zoGQLjQEoreeaOCK9KUSsYGFUEDCADkaNPNR9cAbXEim2QUADiqRQ/s400/DSCN3711.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinrNf8Pu1sF9viaZshptjLJ6-7iJZ9v-g35IZHfjShvRoOpcqz2HFtJCZl3PkrrgBWAWuQ6GiYFXsoShH-xl_bxvuycNF4Ew8IDLB-q5v83Hc_bawkNbvZxT3HvByq3huT_kfUfOvGw5s/s1600-h/DSCN3717.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368947630602537586" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinrNf8Pu1sF9viaZshptjLJ6-7iJZ9v-g35IZHfjShvRoOpcqz2HFtJCZl3PkrrgBWAWuQ6GiYFXsoShH-xl_bxvuycNF4Ew8IDLB-q5v83Hc_bawkNbvZxT3HvByq3huT_kfUfOvGw5s/s400/DSCN3717.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a></div><div align="center"><strong>I will be back in a few days.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>-Pocket Edward</strong></div>Jameehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178515930395205006noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931577608968517648.post-26854200230326458862009-08-09T20:25:00.004-10:002009-08-09T22:23:45.602-10:00Cleaning<div align="center"><strong>Jamee wanted to clean out her closet the other night, and being the gentleman that I am, I offered to help. It has been a while since she cleaned it out, so we had our work cut out for us.</strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrLa4XSY5eBm1uuohmvLltkwdfrNLU-k9agagEqoloedaGxJzN1Uh12To99KTlCkJFrn5qYH73FEx_buqMCH1JN3V3gboFSDVoTsI1B4-tWwvlXIZNqFC-zAL5GZ_beSLFzxhxj2snFa8/s1600-h/DSCN3657.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368220337819904738" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrLa4XSY5eBm1uuohmvLltkwdfrNLU-k9agagEqoloedaGxJzN1Uh12To99KTlCkJFrn5qYH73FEx_buqMCH1JN3V3gboFSDVoTsI1B4-tWwvlXIZNqFC-zAL5GZ_beSLFzxhxj2snFa8/s400/DSCN3657.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a><strong><br />And I thought Alice had a lot of bags! This isn't even half of it! (Jamee is reading Breaking Dawn-again, that is why it is missing in the background)</strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh31sYasPg5XAbRrRQtW18dRUO3qoxkE6bgGBdvb8mvVbVz-yhT7RC31G1NLG_qk3H5UaHEilrz1qAlL2caZk3pvLJzL5NhkR5rnNPtrbrAMS8vjBhyhncnf9dMqiKjUDIP1k2b2Jqwngk/s1600-h/DSCN3666.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368220311136158098" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh31sYasPg5XAbRrRQtW18dRUO3qoxkE6bgGBdvb8mvVbVz-yhT7RC31G1NLG_qk3H5UaHEilrz1qAlL2caZk3pvLJzL5NhkR5rnNPtrbrAMS8vjBhyhncnf9dMqiKjUDIP1k2b2Jqwngk/s400/DSCN3666.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a></div><div align="center"><strong>Look at all of this! This is a fraction of what we pulled out of there. Jamee ended up giving/throwing away about half of the things she had in her room. The children her mother baby sits went home with bags of things the following day.</strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYCvafk5Mfa3autVjtShGCE_CYSb7WFEcp-il_0jyLlQvktH0SYSCQj-ChDlU-JuJKrabVYXqeLei7VcIaboX8xxSWf5MuQa2q363uIm2bc2RTA-lwMcM-tf828pfTPKb_DN9x7ZlwkJE/s1600-h/DSCN3658.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368220327033862146" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYCvafk5Mfa3autVjtShGCE_CYSb7WFEcp-il_0jyLlQvktH0SYSCQj-ChDlU-JuJKrabVYXqeLei7VcIaboX8xxSWf5MuQa2q363uIm2bc2RTA-lwMcM-tf828pfTPKb_DN9x7ZlwkJE/s400/DSCN3658.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a><strong><br />I recieved a few of those items myself. Now I can play some basketball. Hopefully the ball can hold up to my super vampire strength.</strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqrRZG-qaMXbraDcElIUMAKFZCMvqTCohAnx22YlpdS8wpCpehnC5_7JgMLlnqk4C0Cjvk8AjJ2PGpspN8cF1orFLfNlP3LwTUpgrMFV6CTBYk99YfM9wnLl80c4OlLQ0pa5rNfSPdbiw/s1600-h/DSCN3660.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368220319476556546" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqrRZG-qaMXbraDcElIUMAKFZCMvqTCohAnx22YlpdS8wpCpehnC5_7JgMLlnqk4C0Cjvk8AjJ2PGpspN8cF1orFLfNlP3LwTUpgrMFV6CTBYk99YfM9wnLl80c4OlLQ0pa5rNfSPdbiw/s400/DSCN3660.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a><strong><br />I got a whiff of something warm and gushing while we were cleaning. I knew it wasn't Jamee's blood, so I let my nose lead the way.</strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhthsjXJp3hyphenhyphenNnRugLFd8ytTIrDdLZMBEL_MVCmf2kflrGZwU9I3QuSGHbmYM47ZkPvNr1ebuWUxp3DYhxLQTvbsHirIl34xApaQjxgpA192ZnsNk5tIXz1tiOsDbbzJW59GdSgMptyMRk/s1600-h/DSCN3668.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368219232393895698" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhthsjXJp3hyphenhyphenNnRugLFd8ytTIrDdLZMBEL_MVCmf2kflrGZwU9I3QuSGHbmYM47ZkPvNr1ebuWUxp3DYhxLQTvbsHirIl34xApaQjxgpA192ZnsNk5tIXz1tiOsDbbzJW59GdSgMptyMRk/s400/DSCN3668.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYtJjJr0EzEyeVMyInFQ1DXuAH7mitWZGUDSWIzL4jbdoYSOjqrBX64KTYpqkpTlFiEol8hhiWTTVrULQJw8x3_PsqD-o-z-MpOdnO21vs2nchshjbto8P-hB0bRhjt08a0agXugyfcZc/s1600-h/DSCN3670.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368219229153404466" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYtJjJr0EzEyeVMyInFQ1DXuAH7mitWZGUDSWIzL4jbdoYSOjqrBX64KTYpqkpTlFiEol8hhiWTTVrULQJw8x3_PsqD-o-z-MpOdnO21vs2nchshjbto8P-hB0bRhjt08a0agXugyfcZc/s400/DSCN3670.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a></div><div align="center"><strong>Look what I found. A tasty mountain lion.</strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzOwahsZujJ9Z6MvIfXSQXxaHclU88P1vDI8fL-QOk9mRjzME_7-elvZvmyExKs_I9jnxYHqJgTU8QhUPRBplr6XCZOJgS5fnHOxM8gmQiSjPQlUiIODDU88ksf8OndXdZKG2QGRxR07w/s1600-h/DSCN3671.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368219215940724834" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzOwahsZujJ9Z6MvIfXSQXxaHclU88P1vDI8fL-QOk9mRjzME_7-elvZvmyExKs_I9jnxYHqJgTU8QhUPRBplr6XCZOJgS5fnHOxM8gmQiSjPQlUiIODDU88ksf8OndXdZKG2QGRxR07w/s400/DSCN3671.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a><strong><br />It was one of the best mountain lions that I have ever tasted, and I didn't even have to go hunting for it.</strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7wjtyza0NVvdsOJbGJCsLazfjlcG6zm7RARKQLo62Eic679g4byVFnEo6f11or_W3TgFQvVszTS4kGX9aLYFXgX156_oUHXXcFYQcd_X-b45LcsNBCaO9nW9y9GVexM8Frce71TgljoM/s1600-h/DSCN3674.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368219214155350210" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7wjtyza0NVvdsOJbGJCsLazfjlcG6zm7RARKQLo62Eic679g4byVFnEo6f11or_W3TgFQvVszTS4kGX9aLYFXgX156_oUHXXcFYQcd_X-b45LcsNBCaO9nW9y9GVexM8Frce71TgljoM/s400/DSCN3674.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a></div><div align="center"><strong>I also found myself a flashlight. Now I'm prepared for Tropical Storm Felicia which is scheduled to hit the island of Oahu on Tuesday.</strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlQtIDHnLUtY-e1FUSmu9GE-5TcbCoH3eMBBbeTbFYFlLV7ezvej6OQ8f5eTJDqffyBgp3wDXtu_CWOPaUUCbiHpDhtCxbKwyUtOEVB5WNaN-90Lnkt4RzDFd_Xbh11nh8yvcCfd7OzrM/s1600-h/DSCN3682.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368219197395391762" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlQtIDHnLUtY-e1FUSmu9GE-5TcbCoH3eMBBbeTbFYFlLV7ezvej6OQ8f5eTJDqffyBgp3wDXtu_CWOPaUUCbiHpDhtCxbKwyUtOEVB5WNaN-90Lnkt4RzDFd_Xbh11nh8yvcCfd7OzrM/s400/DSCN3682.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a></div><div align="center"><strong>By 2am, Jamee was ready for bed. Check out her blog tomorrow to see the final product.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>I'll be back in a few days. Those of you in Felicia's path, Be safe.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>-Pocket Edward</strong></div>Jameehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178515930395205006noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931577608968517648.post-9988171526228534002009-08-07T18:43:00.006-10:002009-08-07T19:54:05.936-10:00My Creative Side<div align="center"><strong>I headed back to Jamee's house yesterday and decided to show her what Linda taught me while I was at her place. Linda and Jamee are really into crafts and this past week I learned a few things.<br /></div></strong><div align="center"><strong>Linda loves her copics and showed me how to use them. So I tried my luck at it.<br /></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGzoP1Gv9G0azg3bGD8SOCRD5z9-rx7gPrQ7sS11rNUS2Kqe1t1DVRkvXOI00BTNx-IPS3dfGimM-Jzjs5ChNAsKva5uUKGOPEriYvCX1329YjA6ArRi0Y5d2CArIgXybxRsn7U4gN8MM/s1600-h/DSCN3386.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367450298969986290" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGzoP1Gv9G0azg3bGD8SOCRD5z9-rx7gPrQ7sS11rNUS2Kqe1t1DVRkvXOI00BTNx-IPS3dfGimM-Jzjs5ChNAsKva5uUKGOPEriYvCX1329YjA6ArRi0Y5d2CArIgXybxRsn7U4gN8MM/s400/DSCN3386.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHTqhDkOaMEy5UrpF1Q0KWs0t6XJj4n4MMmmWax1cKn-6xuEyGq4zakISFewBbZKeApGUTL677ep00P92gOCoOZv0aG5ch76QJwW1wfABo_aVEIm2QgrOf2_p_ba4q6xxgwqi57Je5xLQ/s1600-h/DSCN3385.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367451093500728002" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHTqhDkOaMEy5UrpF1Q0KWs0t6XJj4n4MMmmWax1cKn-6xuEyGq4zakISFewBbZKeApGUTL677ep00P92gOCoOZv0aG5ch76QJwW1wfABo_aVEIm2QgrOf2_p_ba4q6xxgwqi57Je5xLQ/s400/DSCN3385.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a></div><div align="center"><strong>I believe I did very well considering it was my first time using the pens. Mmmm, if only the grizzly bear was real.<br /></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP6bCQfnpzTw8JOyPWGEGklQQK4hD3_5gLrfY5MHO6iGX-WpSCuRUXZPymNuSqEEFzmAFeVAS4VSJ_Tsw042pZPM_91hRSK6P2bY2sE2xfbifVP9HD2WtyXBrQMvH5Gt6fm8cNbWT4W48/s1600-h/DSCN3396.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367450320418400994" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP6bCQfnpzTw8JOyPWGEGklQQK4hD3_5gLrfY5MHO6iGX-WpSCuRUXZPymNuSqEEFzmAFeVAS4VSJ_Tsw042pZPM_91hRSK6P2bY2sE2xfbifVP9HD2WtyXBrQMvH5Gt6fm8cNbWT4W48/s400/DSCN3396.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a><br /><strong>I wanted to use some buttons for my card. Jamee and her mom has quite a few to choose from.</strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyB1vfUniHSS0i374sZwbKcUPKGywhMhMw4iZtmdxkCESZztQ7Lr7yYVUfthSkXcGqpRdZxjd3gYIjTngo3KTUiItfzagE_1YVEAUrNmbbilRbzt9Zrz4L04bK4Uw7LfXzIgR2vpHAN8c/s1600-h/DSCN3387.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367450291159954482" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyB1vfUniHSS0i374sZwbKcUPKGywhMhMw4iZtmdxkCESZztQ7Lr7yYVUfthSkXcGqpRdZxjd3gYIjTngo3KTUiItfzagE_1YVEAUrNmbbilRbzt9Zrz4L04bK4Uw7LfXzIgR2vpHAN8c/s400/DSCN3387.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a><br /><strong>I had a little mishap with the buttons.<br /></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj36kvcPp6owrVAv06MMZuyYyHnT-9YwpTF5n-X-CwVb9WjzswicUh49CQZr8AlK44jDlMk6kKBaCIzqPeMycO2ZH5s2BhYul7Na6kWC00yWFHlDI7aJx6vhKqVbtoLTX4n96-8sa1oVb0/s1600-h/DSCN3388.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367450279575072258" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj36kvcPp6owrVAv06MMZuyYyHnT-9YwpTF5n-X-CwVb9WjzswicUh49CQZr8AlK44jDlMk6kKBaCIzqPeMycO2ZH5s2BhYul7Na6kWC00yWFHlDI7aJx6vhKqVbtoLTX4n96-8sa1oVb0/s400/DSCN3388.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a><strong><br /></strong><div><strong>Until next time, Be safe.</strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong>-Pocket Edward</strong></div><br /></div>Jameehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178515930395205006noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931577608968517648.post-45484636014128041552009-08-04T18:30:00.005-10:002009-08-04T19:19:06.039-10:00Getting acquaintedHere I am checking out more of my new surroundings at Linda's house. Her place is definitely smaller than Jamee's place. She only has one tree growing in her tiny yard. Here is the view of it from her patio.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipgedZKjqD8OX2EBxLiwbtdlqgzvV6QVeKeLSufums8F4b7p_xfznm9CXxMK4Cb1hyAPpRuzSA0UkbxCgHqQeBXvlsrbi0MT8pMSBD_K9p00NCTBXbtURp86b97QKvLwo_3JCNZ23Dots/s1600-h/trees.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366335713061613762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipgedZKjqD8OX2EBxLiwbtdlqgzvV6QVeKeLSufums8F4b7p_xfznm9CXxMK4Cb1hyAPpRuzSA0UkbxCgHqQeBXvlsrbi0MT8pMSBD_K9p00NCTBXbtURp86b97QKvLwo_3JCNZ23Dots/s320/trees.JPG" /></a><br /><div></div>There are quite a few of these potted plants here. I learned that they are the ti plant and they are grown in many yards all around the State of Hawaii. Linda got these plants from her parents when she moved to her home almost 11 years ago. Legend says these plants are for good luck and protection from evil spirits. You can read a little bit more about the ti plant <a href="http://maona.net/archives/2005/07/a_few_words_abo_1.php">here</a>. <br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZrbcYko4dQfkf5XogvIgSYHEth-E5NdXvL3yu8Jluojb0z4ZqE7u2qLiaGoyEpaCDAgX_22ooJgyAQAasN0IxcxnAbUyYnxtXSTqkC9iYezJxdks_59kmclkDEqfAQai-ngao2UBEbUE/s1600-h/ti+leaf.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366334888696724514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZrbcYko4dQfkf5XogvIgSYHEth-E5NdXvL3yu8Jluojb0z4ZqE7u2qLiaGoyEpaCDAgX_22ooJgyAQAasN0IxcxnAbUyYnxtXSTqkC9iYezJxdks_59kmclkDEqfAQai-ngao2UBEbUE/s320/ti+leaf.JPG" /></a></div><div> </div><div>While I was outside, Linda asked me if I wanted to change into "rubber slippers". Hmm. I didn't know how to respond. As politely as I could, I said, "Thanks for the offer, but I'm just fine." Then she gave me a pair of these and said that I might be more comfortable in them instead of my shoes. Oh! She was talking about flip flops! Linda apologized for giving me this pair - if you look closely, you can see that a little chunk was bitten off the backs of these. She left them outside the night before I arrived and said a "dog" must've come by and chewed on them. Gee, I wonder if Jacob new I was coming ...<br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366334877222486818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2dLCUcSynMqJDFDAli4Sr9bnksQ7IceZvunRQZIY5Qmjlvgw9OH3O9IiaDE0omQdNh_-c1wepmVhyzcbDnhEfEEo0DM_gfJBG8ToE94KgCWTKcU8hF1oIAK8vVcGsj56JKlKhrY4LvO4/s320/slippers1.JPG" /></div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggQjDNEMZhXaEiXxbBQzs6p7csdZQ69dWXxM41R35QiuxXtIi-4e8ZTlzBiBZNfM2RPjxsVIz_alv6t2SDDo1i1lUxya-Iwe9VsjsdMW4dnL4N46iTW0yr8B_S8cIapYM-2_BtI4RFi9E/s1600-h/slippers3.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366334879402057090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggQjDNEMZhXaEiXxbBQzs6p7csdZQ69dWXxM41R35QiuxXtIi-4e8ZTlzBiBZNfM2RPjxsVIz_alv6t2SDDo1i1lUxya-Iwe9VsjsdMW4dnL4N46iTW0yr8B_S8cIapYM-2_BtI4RFi9E/s320/slippers3.JPG" /></a> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366334868333854098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqfaHUL8hGJe-9aKh1PevGf_s4wsWYoyIjQzxW3qSe-PC1vXVOBScoR8Aiz9C444aztLXKni3zKbEDhhREJZ0kjaAvEvLoQH_67k5qdwX0GzreWdqDa3M8uqcXUZLlLzmahRxWPAA5QxY/s320/slippers2.JPG" /></div><div> </div><div>By the way, in case you didn't know, I believe the custom here in Hawaii is to remove your shoes before entering someone's home. I didn't know that, and Linda didn't say anything. But I did notice that she and her family walked around their house barefoot so I did the same. She said she gave me those slippers to wear later on if I decided to walk around during the night. After her family went to bed, Linda stayed up with me and we talked for a bit. She said that she, Jamee and Jodi are huge fans of Twilight and that their other passion is papercrafting. All three of them have blogs, which I will definitely be checking out when I have some free time. She showed me an image that she stamped, colored and cut out. Funny, this guy sure reminds me of someone ...<br /></div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366334858233725186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmxv155dN6sDvjb_7csMjYNiTU_QM1mHKw6FzbZI-zvzwuYRX1Mi89QwMHfgRKVh432RQkt7MwCtFECWLfzuZe41xeT1-X012jCTt3kCnN4fr7X7l8kOOMQRuiI2YOCGnwUI-gBSphEiM/s320/TGF+edward.JPG" /><br />I'm gonna have to hunt soon. Make sure you come back again for more of my Hawaiian Adventures. Until next time, think about this: Do I dazzle you?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931577608968517648.post-81520981636825631222009-08-03T22:16:00.003-10:002009-08-03T22:44:59.132-10:00Visiting another friendWhat a night! I had a blast at the slumber party with Jamee and her friends. They're a bunch of really fun gals - the little guys were really cool too. It's a good thing I left when I did though. The smell of all those humans was beginning to overwhelm me. At least I was able to hunt before going to Linda's house. Here I am, ringing her doorbell. She knew I was coming and said she had a surprise for me. I wonder what it is ...<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366022021314965298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbrKwJ-4mYO1vkEKIpU13Rx0FSCS1H8dbzTyZ7eAsALhxYbVbHZgqUGWvepB1GKJezW1E6gQXwUiNQg9_ptttgTgMZJdFvKL2pO_ayunZxdbsG-05yo4MukMV7ghPXvDUx2uYD3VcgOwE/s320/doorbell.JPG" /><br />Well! This isn't what I was expecting at all! I have to say that I'm a little embarrassed. As soon as we met she gave me a big hug and kiss and said she wanted to give me a lei! Oh! I get it now! This is what they do in Hawaii! They give you a flower lei as a gift when you're visiting the Islands. Hmm, what kind of lei were you all thinking about? Now, now, let's keep it clean.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366022027728658210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5n9WVaz1fNpKRXBFvRKjn68VZHLK9ESLAb_JjUgWO76Y5UaS3n5za6vecTlZ4pdQxp8lv6AShAa2DnwK7vseVjHTUrT5JUs78ydNvJYlKKz8gSACpIRRh2GpavtUSmbKFaILknM5vt7E/s320/getting+leid.JPG" /><br /><br />Here I am, after being "lei'd" in Hawaii, by my new friend, Linda. Thank you, Linda, that was a very nice thing to do for me. I believe she told me this is a Maile lei. She wanted me to have a lei that was more masculine than feminine.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366022034691848354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMu_lY62t3wG5aF9bE9LdrECGSxxYpMGqQDt4ndGq1G8FNcZuwkE9cNHAYmjGEyG5YV5tgqJ6dTSASxIy6ccLuB3ckTqceA-aIW_OHnwsQJAX3jBIcxO4bjyR_tM_qgHLRebtvTcnzs70/s320/leid.JPG" /><br /><br />I had a gift for Linda too. Here I am giving her the famous Twilight apple.<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366022040748121106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-cj0cn0BN3zQoZhB-RYBDlPmQbg2rPzNWangsT65xCnuh9iKGIL4JOhwX7pG2FbYrWq9W26NX5zZ5ql1nEvpPQoyDnJ14KoZq9HU98taj1FzwBbR1YU9yn-_9x6v8cK9dbRFloHaeoCk/s320/apple.JPG" /><br /><br />While my hostess was busy preparing dinner for her family, I went outside to check out the new surroundings. Hmm, not as lush as Jamee's place, but I think I'll be okay here. At least for a couple of days.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpHOCqsGGnr7qfMecSAlTqZpxTic2hrVRMOUX45uqRPVBoR8eqd9UL4kkjJKLTYqHua1FYPEGIzO6byBmhzdNCzz6rBmTaiSW8C5uzEUbu3nOW16m2uKJJJ4xPRl0gSOwVQPnq7Pkr3KI/s1600-h/fern.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366022042688005266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpHOCqsGGnr7qfMecSAlTqZpxTic2hrVRMOUX45uqRPVBoR8eqd9UL4kkjJKLTYqHua1FYPEGIzO6byBmhzdNCzz6rBmTaiSW8C5uzEUbu3nOW16m2uKJJJ4xPRl0gSOwVQPnq7Pkr3KI/s320/fern.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Until next time, look after my heart ~ I've left it with you ...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931577608968517648.post-74817757019697812382009-08-02T21:12:00.006-10:002009-08-04T21:55:53.888-10:00The Slumber Party<div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#660000;">Pocket Edward and I had a fun night with my cousin, Tianee, and her friends on Saturday night. Here's a recap of what went on as told by Pocket Edward himself.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#660000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#660000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong>When we pulled up Tianee's house, I was relieved to see the mountains and the vegetation. If I needed an escape, it wouldn't be too hard to be unnoticeable.</strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM9i918qd_SSKn4ld1sTp_SSlyCh4lx4qve0xLbTck9Nk4DtloAxBWhdNzE6qTAicd69yjVRqukFkXPiOQgijSA3DpKM7cRFeXIn86Bl9k4uJHSJ6mBdIKjizoQwAOKRm6M92ShiYJEnE/s1600-h/DSCN3566.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365635762816470770" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM9i918qd_SSKn4ld1sTp_SSlyCh4lx4qve0xLbTck9Nk4DtloAxBWhdNzE6qTAicd69yjVRqukFkXPiOQgijSA3DpKM7cRFeXIn86Bl9k4uJHSJ6mBdIKjizoQwAOKRm6M92ShiYJEnE/s400/DSCN3566.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a><br /><strong>Tianee's friends were very welcoming, although one of them is on Team Jacob.</strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0M6YzaEp_Qpob8dRS2Pmv01e-vmfnJTyf1rG6U1zwXSxelned_SyVc0BP-P528IkPRyIb_Mp6OLOLF-AfVfaE1QiPPOk6cZjUKDyTwhmmw2SzH9_vdzBFg3-Pe0JeJACJNNqWTaEaG84/s1600-h/DSCN3550.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365635756007494386" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0M6YzaEp_Qpob8dRS2Pmv01e-vmfnJTyf1rG6U1zwXSxelned_SyVc0BP-P528IkPRyIb_Mp6OLOLF-AfVfaE1QiPPOk6cZjUKDyTwhmmw2SzH9_vdzBFg3-Pe0JeJACJNNqWTaEaG84/s400/DSCN3550.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a><br /><strong>We played a bunch of games, and the girls giggled a lot. (Tianee is the one in the green on the right)</div></strong><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBXgimb7VT2bASiHQDcjMjjMQsyDcey49KcTsXjXDBB3fZ88YYzM2r0y-mxDVZIMj_zvmrNWjDTVil_ICeLbG1itIaSnzqRuNt5cQHIcoGipWsvsIC4vJtzQi1HYMPI2hfLb6p-0tojLM/s1600-h/DSCN3552.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365635747288318290" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBXgimb7VT2bASiHQDcjMjjMQsyDcey49KcTsXjXDBB3fZ88YYzM2r0y-mxDVZIMj_zvmrNWjDTVil_ICeLbG1itIaSnzqRuNt5cQHIcoGipWsvsIC4vJtzQi1HYMPI2hfLb6p-0tojLM/s400/DSCN3552.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a><br /><strong>Here is a picture of me starting out a round of a game called "elevator." There is a designated elevator space and one at a time, each person pretends to step into the elevator then does a type of body movement or says something, and everyone that is already "in" the elevator copies what the newest occupant.</div></strong><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhep9WDfoXq5i82nRo2KAd5olUVMhx8TbzXymL1gTaeVYkd8TrrohhQU1rsgplyH8aYwdaIiz2skH6x46bBTdsws2Xc2bdLuAcL-8b7TZRkmWAFpdVpHfeGPDxbxGALAp6F5CfL6wGcSEQ/s1600-h/DSCN3553.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365635740922949202" style="WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhep9WDfoXq5i82nRo2KAd5olUVMhx8TbzXymL1gTaeVYkd8TrrohhQU1rsgplyH8aYwdaIiz2skH6x46bBTdsws2Xc2bdLuAcL-8b7TZRkmWAFpdVpHfeGPDxbxGALAp6F5CfL6wGcSEQ/s400/DSCN3553.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a><br /><strong>Here is Andrew (Tianee's cousin) copying me.</div></strong><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1iGxNyhw-1AqXuysuBMJfmXXuqgVCaTbI8zpeqUgpADday4urQNchHsREgA_cPhaTc3maEBf1fod_fGHdpm8rkEk_dDhGqX2GXfxf7PUW2v1aVAfOzuNCYYsvz8AjGDRdbknie6ZVq5A/s1600-h/DSCN3554.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365634488487530242" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1iGxNyhw-1AqXuysuBMJfmXXuqgVCaTbI8zpeqUgpADday4urQNchHsREgA_cPhaTc3maEBf1fod_fGHdpm8rkEk_dDhGqX2GXfxf7PUW2v1aVAfOzuNCYYsvz8AjGDRdbknie6ZVq5A/s400/DSCN3554.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a><br /><strong>It was a very entertaining night. Even little Jordan had fun hanging out with the girls.</div></strong><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm7s8_IU_BF9Acf7m9sKEczIHpHoSDCiezbbRAT89CUpJVBmifijk7EmF9QROK40lNTy5cZOonGP6pGZqYlVN6dYz08yQyNg378dBpCeEOReIf0YV5-kKrI1CZnr9zJ_yF1Hvl3AwLosA/s1600-h/DSCN3555.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365634479710206562" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm7s8_IU_BF9Acf7m9sKEczIHpHoSDCiezbbRAT89CUpJVBmifijk7EmF9QROK40lNTy5cZOonGP6pGZqYlVN6dYz08yQyNg378dBpCeEOReIf0YV5-kKrI1CZnr9zJ_yF1Hvl3AwLosA/s400/DSCN3555.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a><br /><strong>Why is it that the ladies just can't keep their hands off of me???</div></strong><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFZtSQQx6Qz22MYiG0VaZEgC0XeVHBsjZzFTzVgo46i4RruPbiEd3eKkrkv5JYklhJAzjPAgiZ8-2uTUzqxqvpX05tiuT_b4EWTdUQMvOPiq1dXFYBeQbfP7OeM_l7vuwG2zbt5Uuba6k/s1600-h/DSCN3557.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365634475498124274" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFZtSQQx6Qz22MYiG0VaZEgC0XeVHBsjZzFTzVgo46i4RruPbiEd3eKkrkv5JYklhJAzjPAgiZ8-2uTUzqxqvpX05tiuT_b4EWTdUQMvOPiq1dXFYBeQbfP7OeM_l7vuwG2zbt5Uuba6k/s400/DSCN3557.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a><br /><strong>By the time the girls laid down for bed (3:45am), their blood became too much to handle. I believe it was from the adrenalin running through their veins, it made their blood mouth watering. I said good night to Jamee and the rest of the girls.</div></strong><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv54hCpsEBjSH1BG2IlfcWkMGSoOaepnM1oqAK5AMs-EWManIyxq9ceSnmuNq_jTslzUOhoxQvFSxlu44iPei8Qk2qFFr9gg-T8Mz1iiGZkBBM6YD5d3mZoXJouVgD-Wx7nnXaEIsYl4s/s1600-h/DSCN3562.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365634465741033346" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv54hCpsEBjSH1BG2IlfcWkMGSoOaepnM1oqAK5AMs-EWManIyxq9ceSnmuNq_jTslzUOhoxQvFSxlu44iPei8Qk2qFFr9gg-T8Mz1iiGZkBBM6YD5d3mZoXJouVgD-Wx7nnXaEIsYl4s/s400/DSCN3562.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a><br /><strong>Then I made my way out the window and into the mountains.</div></strong><div align="center"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365634464292719826" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9g5L7RaEmjtIaMY69OmhSqMo1nfD6lt1x1d2VjENSaC95t6Agy2SDKI9sNAh4kEK9XAMA4R_hbuDMlbc0i9h3czqc9TNrkhvBtXX8xDqSTRwtl85lcP81PJs3VxjAjIRw7p6ATDxnUfs/s400/DSCN3563.JPG" border="0" /></strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Jamee, <a href="http://simpleandsassycreations.blogspot.com/">Linda</a>, and I already had it planned, that if it were to become too much for me, I would run to Linda's house. I was greeted with a warm welcoming being that it was my first time to her home.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>-Pocket Edward</strong></div><strong></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Come back in a few days to hear about Edward's stay at Linda's house!</span></strong>Jameehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178515930395205006noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931577608968517648.post-10909840589899294342009-07-31T19:31:00.003-10:002009-08-04T21:56:32.801-10:00Packing<div align="center"><strong>Today started off very well. The sky was a perfect shade of gray to venture outdoors. I felt as if I was back in Forks.</strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimM53aE0pFD_InjCxlUU0c3YopwGiSuqyezJsY_ESrj_kjjtQQ08bFQO4UfPZdUeF13soU3ZcMB3xuNJOyZ6gacf2wJwu_72RU19G_7Q7FUSBy36PVoJp39mX2HKyt38G4BgzqZIaRe6M/s1600-h/DSCN3492.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364865490970380690" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimM53aE0pFD_InjCxlUU0c3YopwGiSuqyezJsY_ESrj_kjjtQQ08bFQO4UfPZdUeF13soU3ZcMB3xuNJOyZ6gacf2wJwu_72RU19G_7Q7FUSBy36PVoJp39mX2HKyt38G4BgzqZIaRe6M/s400/DSCN3492.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a></div><div align="center"><strong>I spent some time in my new found meadow in Jamee's backyard. It is very peaceful out there.</strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirb7dJzLZi22gbAeW0jhyphenhyphen8Q90UjyL-3dZCA3yNE-0wGd_M7PmzMepK_Wi1l0NWfbTTq-EcnyihUkKRbKHdAMBMVrJlV6qLXHVYoxmNRdKCEAIQkbBPgDJUV5clh39frIpVYSdYXQeeyRI/s1600-h/DSCN3498.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364865501861126546" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirb7dJzLZi22gbAeW0jhyphenhyphen8Q90UjyL-3dZCA3yNE-0wGd_M7PmzMepK_Wi1l0NWfbTTq-EcnyihUkKRbKHdAMBMVrJlV6qLXHVYoxmNRdKCEAIQkbBPgDJUV5clh39frIpVYSdYXQeeyRI/s400/DSCN3498.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a></div><div align="center"><strong>Jamee will be going to her cousin's birthday sleepover tomorrow. Her cousin is turning 15. We are taking some popcorn to share with the other girls.</strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD4bWY0n7_BhXbaJ9XOixZonP531bh9I1sGX1w8D2Sz_6xzrop-vqrvTq5SxMfWYvCQRaZx5Ro_uTEvQn0OZFPY8tFsObGtH8YwnnT1GTPpYwtTEfsSSgGjDXlRBD9BjitUqD6g1-AxaM/s1600-h/DSCN3501.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364865510222576594" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD4bWY0n7_BhXbaJ9XOixZonP531bh9I1sGX1w8D2Sz_6xzrop-vqrvTq5SxMfWYvCQRaZx5Ro_uTEvQn0OZFPY8tFsObGtH8YwnnT1GTPpYwtTEfsSSgGjDXlRBD9BjitUqD6g1-AxaM/s400/DSCN3501.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a><br /><strong>I helped Jamee pack her overnight bag, which just so happens to be a Team Edward backpack (sorry Jacob, it's not my fault the women love me).</strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFK4KgD7zobqe_-czJBxbkRx7jO61yQ51ub9vqde0vQPXSPd0tTuxFKrgjITs4I-ThlmsExaIcoPPrgnrIFkYbYpVtNI6UDl2kFrOUPGgMdFtpHk357nuKF9niYhuxfENHuRvlY468fvg/s1600-h/DSCN3506.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364865513972268434" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFK4KgD7zobqe_-czJBxbkRx7jO61yQ51ub9vqde0vQPXSPd0tTuxFKrgjITs4I-ThlmsExaIcoPPrgnrIFkYbYpVtNI6UDl2kFrOUPGgMdFtpHk357nuKF9niYhuxfENHuRvlY468fvg/s400/DSCN3506.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a></div><div align="center"><strong>It did not take long thanks to my vampire speed. I even helped Jamee get her Twilight blanket and pillow together. Like me, she is on a "special diet," so she will put her dinner in the lunchbox.</strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsnbyCVu7phjCtmwmFq8QpqgzR6VXjXK77GPYdEZK3EyCNEayIG31jIGl04QzSJMQqXsMacrpeZ1UnoQO0ygBRqhhDa-GBeFWK5_Ru5dcS1xwnpMxWlznbn2I8btZcbjLhLT40bFcQFOM/s1600-h/DSCN3514.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364865522092397922" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsnbyCVu7phjCtmwmFq8QpqgzR6VXjXK77GPYdEZK3EyCNEayIG31jIGl04QzSJMQqXsMacrpeZ1UnoQO0ygBRqhhDa-GBeFWK5_Ru5dcS1xwnpMxWlznbn2I8btZcbjLhLT40bFcQFOM/s400/DSCN3514.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a></div><div align="center"><strong>I wonder how it will be spending the night with Jamee and a handful of teenagers tomorrow? I hunted last night (scroll down to previous post to see my feasting on Hello Kitty). It is tough enough being around Jamee and her delicious smelling blood, good thing her cousin lives up in the mountain where I can escape if it is too much. Wish me luck.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong>-Pocket Edward</strong></div>Jameehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178515930395205006noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931577608968517648.post-17415134561786162872009-07-30T17:57:00.006-10:002009-08-04T21:56:52.386-10:00A Long Day...<strong>Pocket Edward had a long day today. He spent most of the morning in the trees on the windward side of Oahu. </strong><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPdYVNqAdBvpX0SvVap7LsIS_FEFjQblW7qkvlJW76cbIkAjB3ku6CMaYUWLYkoPs2wrPhaowEavRfLQbUqJWjWndZFLqRt5fEKPRdzpmYlYgVnq5IUugZz0WyJlninGFEZY3M5ES7PjE/s1600-h/DSCN3366.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364469737660879826" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPdYVNqAdBvpX0SvVap7LsIS_FEFjQblW7qkvlJW76cbIkAjB3ku6CMaYUWLYkoPs2wrPhaowEavRfLQbUqJWjWndZFLqRt5fEKPRdzpmYlYgVnq5IUugZz0WyJlninGFEZY3M5ES7PjE/s400/DSCN3366.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a><strong><br /></strong><div><strong>He was waiting for the Natives to arrive. Pocket Edward, on Carlisle's behalf, made a treaty with them.</strong></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVgM82kwQKwx8B2exn3lREX1E6MXqk8mJjCKPfwQJAXOXwjP_2LoLqlzfnZ_CR7zmHBD8ZMtEC1GfSpWxy-Ky1bBlAdgZ0KxATfTt8H3-wOI9qsSImaEY-n7B-HCTq0uKOY_gPnSwclns/s1600-h/DSCN3315.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364469741014860962" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVgM82kwQKwx8B2exn3lREX1E6MXqk8mJjCKPfwQJAXOXwjP_2LoLqlzfnZ_CR7zmHBD8ZMtEC1GfSpWxy-Ky1bBlAdgZ0KxATfTt8H3-wOI9qsSImaEY-n7B-HCTq0uKOY_gPnSwclns/s400/DSCN3315.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a><strong><br /></strong><div><strong>Pocket Edward sure was glad to be home.</strong></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio56woiyDwp5ffmeRh2L_282AUYZR_jz6v0-_nnHrBZxXoHeduCYP5hqOejtGEaAgSM4O_vKkz8aIudhgNgBfBpVPKoTEG3e_15A1LC3EVKjxlWZqp2Q32BC48zQrsTjUJTeGfKfaEZEM/s1600-h/DSCN3313.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364469727548958818" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio56woiyDwp5ffmeRh2L_282AUYZR_jz6v0-_nnHrBZxXoHeduCYP5hqOejtGEaAgSM4O_vKkz8aIudhgNgBfBpVPKoTEG3e_15A1LC3EVKjxlWZqp2Q32BC48zQrsTjUJTeGfKfaEZEM/s400/DSCN3313.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a><strong><br /></strong></div><div><strong><em>It's been a long day, </em>thought Edward, <em>I sure am thirsty.</em> Hello Kitty was the first thing he saw, so he went in for the kill...</strong></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCEMgIcmOlnDkrtdPMyA4zCMEnpWVpPaTfjX_PeDHOrrjEAk_y2ooCczs7-xCYg0G1QYchBM3MTsvcenWGoXdXnMGJGV5SPYOgIhhTSelrc2kxiAAmQUV3rLthhrBPZHOs8IWbl3zsdXM/s1600-h/DSCN3341.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364469751120958130" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCEMgIcmOlnDkrtdPMyA4zCMEnpWVpPaTfjX_PeDHOrrjEAk_y2ooCczs7-xCYg0G1QYchBM3MTsvcenWGoXdXnMGJGV5SPYOgIhhTSelrc2kxiAAmQUV3rLthhrBPZHOs8IWbl3zsdXM/s400/DSCN3341.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a><strong><br /></strong></div><div><strong>Sorry ladies, but Pocket Edward was so thirsty, there's no way he could have stayed with me while I slept!</strong></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigPMfJ_4MdK8xgJNUrwsePaxOBg1yubo-Fpl416K8cWhfCpX_reSRQe3KJ05SNq4X2IfZcrliQaLQED0I1qQgoyN1RNaz1TrAaf_b2NxdryiZ4BF3li3RtySED8k02Kf8C7lhjzVJSbMM/s1600-h/DSCN3382.JPG"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364470964163833634" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigPMfJ_4MdK8xgJNUrwsePaxOBg1yubo-Fpl416K8cWhfCpX_reSRQe3KJ05SNq4X2IfZcrliQaLQED0I1qQgoyN1RNaz1TrAaf_b2NxdryiZ4BF3li3RtySED8k02Kf8C7lhjzVJSbMM/s400/DSCN3382.JPG" border="0" /></strong></a></div></div></div></div></div>Jameehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178515930395205006noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931577608968517648.post-58544803846836758912009-07-30T11:49:00.000-10:002009-07-30T11:51:30.577-10:00Meet Pocket Edward<div align="center">"Hello"</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoMoFr8L3lUf_v29CG0_AZ946xKlvNd5skvtVw38pOFgJptjkX6B-n60H0pL0ydKHSXD8-7ydrdQuUivRs5kjQd_Si_OZqZuCLFydAdXm03kEDUpOZ_NeEiyvMMDNcVUc3Ru5CN9UyF0U/s1600-h/DSCN3311.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364373938108532290" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoMoFr8L3lUf_v29CG0_AZ946xKlvNd5skvtVw38pOFgJptjkX6B-n60H0pL0ydKHSXD8-7ydrdQuUivRs5kjQd_Si_OZqZuCLFydAdXm03kEDUpOZ_NeEiyvMMDNcVUc3Ru5CN9UyF0U/s400/DSCN3311.JPG" border="0" /></a></div>Jameehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178515930395205006noreply@blogger.com5